Midorimacchi

Zodiac {Azalea & Midorimacchi}

MASASHI SOHMA 16 years old Monkey of the zodiac Masashi is a quiet boy and doesn't talk very much. His mother was saddened by the fact that her son was a part of the zodiac, and she still hasn't gotten over it. To this very day, she mopes around the house, barely acknowledging her son's presence, but Masashi still makes her food and cleans the house. His father is out working alot, so he is hardly ever home. In his free time he likes to hang out with Adeku and Hayato, although Adeku can be overwhelming sometimes and envies them for having such good people taking care of them.

Vampirates

Protettore knew this wasn't going to be a good day when he was violently awoken from his sleep. He had been dreaming of nice things; puppies, flowers, rainbows and most importantly, his parents. He was wrapped up in his parent's arms, sandwiched between their bodies with a soft, happy puppy in his arms. Nothing could ever be as good as this~! Protettore thought happily to himself. His parent's loving arms left him momentarily, but as Protettore looked up, he saw them approach him, with the biggest cup of blood he had ever seen. Since he was such a kindhearted boy, Protettore never had the balls to suck the blood directly from a human before, so his parents, mainly his father, spoiled him and put the fresh blood into a cup for him to drink.

" Here you go son~" His father smiled, his golden hair shielding his eyes.

" We love you~" His mother cooed, her hair hiding her face just like his father.

But still, a smile of complete happiness spread across Protettore's face and he could feel tears well up in his eyes. " Momma! Poppa!" He dropped the puppy without thinking, stretching out his arms to hug his parents. But before he was able to reach them, he was shaken out of his dream, his parent's happy faces fading in a instant, only to be replaced with a face of a furious stranger.

" W-what are you..? Who are you?!" Somewhere, deep down, Protettore felt like he knew this stranger from somewhere.....but from exactly where, he didn't know. He tried shrinking his shoulders and started to back away from the man, but his hold held him firmly in place. He couldn't hear the man's next question because of how violently the man was shaking him, and all Protettore could think about was how to escape. He didn't even know there was another man in the room until he moved the blond one away to take his place. When the hand wrapped around his neck, all the small boy could think was, "OhGodOhGodThey'reReallyGoingToKillMe!!!Momma!Poppa !Someone!SaveME!!" and when he was forced to look into the other's eyes, he almost wet his pants. Never before had he seen such.....such unrestrained evil before. If that blond guy wasn't going to kill him, this man certainly was.

" P-Pleas-" He was cut off when a knife was pressed to his throat. "OHGODTHISISIT!GOODBYELIFE!" He silently cried to himself, tears falling down his cheeks. He was so busy freaking out that he didn't hear most of what the man with the knife had to say. He did catch the last bit though. " P-Please don't kill meeee!" He cried, a pitiful hiccup leaving his throat, " I-I live here!! P-Pleaseeee! Don't kill meeeee!!" No longer could he hold back the tears and they were now freely flowing down his cheeks, snot and whatever else running from his nose. It was a real wonder how Protettore had the ability to cry like that with a hand wrapped around his neck.

"P-P-P-Please!!! M-m-m-m-my name's P-Protettore!!!! Don't kill me!!"

☆ trixxtal ☆

Trixxtal's eyes widened at the sound of the name. " Jecht, let go!" He shooed him away, removing the knife at the kid's neck. He was still skeptical, but this kid knew his nephew's name, so even if he was lying about it being his name, maybe he knew where his brother was. " How old are you?" He ordered coldly, his eyes staring straight into the little kid's.

" ....Eight..."

" And you live here? For how long? What did you do to the people who lived here?" The Protettore he knew was only a baby, not an eight year old kid. But Protettore wasn't a popular name and Trixxtal was pretty sure only one as bold as his brother would give his son such an obscure name in all of Italy.

" ...M-My parents....were taken away...." The little boy replied, hesitantly reaching to the nightstand by the bed to pick up a picture. Trixxtal's eyes followed his hand and he snatched it up before the kid could grab it. He scrolled over the picture and to his surprise, he saw his brother and his wife.

" Look!" Trixxtal turned to Jecht, pointing to the smiling brunette in the picture. Next to him was his wife, with an equally large smile, and between them was a small boy. Trixxtal looked up from the picture to look at the boy, and then back to the picture frame. Though the picture looked old, probably from a year or two ago, he could tell that the boy in the picture was the boy in bed.

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Dark Hour

+FLEANCE+

Fleance's taxi stopped right infront of the dorm he was supposed to be staying at. He climbed out of the car and stared up at the four story dorm. From what it said on his welcome letter, there were only a few other kids staying here. So why was it so big?

But Fleance wasn't complaining; he liked large houses. It reminded him of home.....ah...home. Fleance pushed those emo thoughts away as he shook his head, pulling his suitcase out of the taxi. By this time, the driver had already gotten out and was opening the trunk for the rest of his luggage. It wasn't like he had a lot of clothes; it was all of his mangas really. The school he would be attending had uniforms, so it wasn't like he needed an abundant of clothes. So it gave him the perfect excuse to bring his mangas along with him.

Fleance thanked the man in the best Japanese he knew and took hold of all of his luggage, wondering how he would get all of the cases up the steps leading to the dorm's doors.

Five minutes later, all four bags were sitting on the floor infront of the door with a very tired Fleance leaning against them. He needed to work out more. That was for sure. Once he recovered, he lightly tapped on the door, suddenly feeling nervous.

+MOMO+

Momo watched Sunako from afar, making sure to keep out of sight. He tried not to make a sound because as far as she and that damned robot pikachu knew, he was fast asleep in his bed like the twins were. He watched silently as she flipped through the channels. With Shinji gone and the twins asleep, this was Momo's perfect chance to strike up a conversation with her.

And he was almost going to do it too!

But as soon as he cleared his throat and stepped out of his hiding place, a knock came from the door and Sunako rose to answer it.

" Damn it," He muttered, closing his eyes and dropping his head. Would the heavens ever allow him to be happy?

Vampirates

As soon as Jecht opened the door, Trixxtal's heart dropped. Just like Jecht had said, everything was destroyed. But it wasn't the shattered glass or the broken chairs that he was fretting about. It was the blood. What could've happened here? Both his brother and his wife were vampires and were perfectly capable of taking down a mob of humans if needed. That only left....no, Trixxtal wouldn't think about that...at least not now. If another group of vampirates raided this town, that meant that his brother was either dead, or badly injured.

Trixxtal was too engaged in his own thoughts to hear Jecht's words. He didn't even realize that Jecht left his side to inspect the house. His body felt frozen, but somehow, he managed to make his way over to the largest pool of blood in the room and sank to his knees. He could smell it. It was his brother's all right. Trixxtal could feel his stomach twist and turn and for the first time since turning into a vampire, he felt like throwing up. He covered his mouth with his hand and wrapped his other around his stomach, holding it tight, his eyes never leaving the blood puddle in front of him.

From the other side of the room, he could smell the blood of his brother's wife, but he didn't dare turn his head to look at it, just incase that sent his stomach over the edge. But....but wait a minute...He could smell Alexandre's blood and his wife, but that was it. He had never met Protettore before so he wouldn't know how he smelt, but even then, he would've smelt his different scented blood if he had been hurt.
...then maybe, just maybe, there was ho-

"Trixxtal...!"

Without a second thought, Trixxtal jumped to his feet and ran over to where Jecht's surprised voice was coming from. " What? What is it?" He asked, his eyes darting around. He didn't notice it at first, but soon enough, he saw the small boy sleeping soundly in the bed.

Trixxtal was confused. Who was this boy? Was it possible that he was a homeless orphan who just happened to find the empty house of his brother? Or maybe...maybe he was the one who did this! Even though it was a simple thought, Trixxtal's blood started to boil and he could feel his hands ball into fists. If this boy had done it, he'd pay!!

No.

That was silly.

There was no way the boy could take down his brother and his wife; it was rediculous to even consider it. But still....who was he? " What is he doing here?" He asked Jecht in a low tone as if he knew.

Just then, the scent of his brother floated across his nose. Snapping his head back towards the boy, Trixxtal moved without thinking until he was right beside the sleeping boy, his eyes widening. " He smells...just like my brother!" He told Jecht. Again, the thought of the boy killing his only remaining family flashed through his mind and he ripped the bedcovers off the boy and shook him awake.

The boy, probably around six or seven, awoke immediately, his eyes snapping open to stare at Trixxtal, his mouth dropping into a confused frown. Fear started to creep it's way into his gaze, but Trixxtal could tell that he was trying not to let it show, " W-what are you..? Who are you?!" He asked, his voice cracking only slightly.

Trixxtal grabbed the boy by the shoudlers and started to shake him violently, " Who are you and what have you done with my brother?!?!"

Not This Again!! {Midorimacchi & Azalea}

NOVA MALINRIC

18 years old

Nova is a AOA's designated troublemaker. He didn't even want to attend AOA but was forced to by his parents. Nova actually comes from a good wealthy background and was considered a child prodigy in painting. However, as he got older, he stopped caring about all of that and fell into the wrong crowd. He was quickly sent to an all boys academy in an attempt to straighten out his behavior, but even there he managed to get into trouble. In a final attempt, Nova's parents sent him to AOA in the middle of his junior year in hopes that returning him to art would help. But just like before, it has done nothing but worsen his behavior.

Nova is now in his senior year and still acts like a delinquent. He taught himself magic when he was at his old academy so he is very quick with his hands. Thanks to this, he has mastered the art of pickpocketing and frequently takes people's wallets, watches and phones. It's rumored that he also deals drugs on campus, but because of his quick hands, no one has ever caught him in the act. Along with drug dealing, Nova has been accused of stealing, bullying, blackmailing and extortion, but has somehow always found his way out of it. Coincidentally, his roommate is Tiaro, who is AOA's super hall monitor and a large part of Nova's enjoyment comes from messing around with him. He uses his magic and charm to make it look like Tiaro is falsely accusing him of crimes, like hiding the evidence and threatening others not to rat on him. But 98% of the time, Nova is actually guilty of everything he's being accused of.

Nova still has no interest in art and only does the bare minimum to stay at the school.

Vampirates

While Jecht was busy worrying about the lack of people on the streets, Trixxtal was too busy overthinking about how he should act when his brother opened the door. They had been writing each other for some time now, but they hadn't seen each other face to face since Trixxtal left France over a hundred years ago. And although his brother never seemed to resent him for leaving so abruptly, Trixxtal knew that he did. What if they got there and Alexandre slammed the door in their faces? What if he refused to let him see his son? And even worse, what if he told Jecht that Trixxtal wasn't even his real name?!!?!

All these thoughts were rushing through his head as they walked, so he paid no mind to the nature around them or the emptiness of the streets. Trixxtal could even feel himself slowing down when they got closer and closer to his brother's house.

When they stopped at the door, Trixxtal took a deep, relaxing breath. Okay. He could do this. He moved his hand to knock on the door, but stopped halfway, only hearing the last bit of Jecht's sentence. " Huh?" He turned to him, breaking out of his worrying thoughts and lowered his arm. " Oh, no, he and I were changed at the same time." Trixxtal lowered his gaze to the floor, the palms of his hands growing clammy. What a strange human gesture of him to do. " But when I left France, he went to go see our parents...or whatever was left of them. I think Alexandre said that our mother was still alive, but she died a couple years later. Then he left France too, met his wife, and then moved to Italy. She's is from here, so I guess that's why Protettore's name is in Italian..." He smiled to himself and looked back up at the door. He wasn't going to back down! He wanted to meet his nephew! He was just going to have to face his brother, whether he liked it or not!!

With confidence flowing through his body, Trixxtal knocked on the door!

And then knocked again!

And again!

And again?

After a minute passed and a few more knocks, Trixxtal completely deflated, his shoulders drooping. " I knew it. He hates me." He whispered, his hair covering his face in the most depressing way imaginable.

Vampirates

timeline

Day 1

♥ After receiving a letter from his long lost brother, Jecht and Trixxtal decide to visit him and his family in Italy. However once arriving to the small port town, they find it completely ransacked looted, most likely from fellow pirates. The home of Trixxtal's brother is empty of all except his young son Protettore, someone who Trixxtal didn't even know existed.

♥ Once they speak with the young vampire, they discover that a band of pirates did raid the city, but they were supernatural beings who took Protettore's parents as hostages. Trixxtal convinces Jecht that they must go and recover his kidnapped brother and sister-in-law and bring them back to Tori.

♥ While Trixxtal brings Tori back to the FlyingDeath, Jecht goes searching through the town for any clues. He finds a wizard in a bar and gets him drunk, just so he could trick him into giving him a magical item that would be able to find Trixxtal's brother. He receives a golden hook that will lead them to NeverIsland, the place where the infamous pirates keep their hostages.

♥ Jecht offers his bed for Trixxtal to sleep in OH HOHO

♥ But they are interrupted by a crew member telling them about a disturbance on the deck of the ship. Both of them go up to check it out, only to find the entire crew knocked out and a blonde wizard standing there. The wizard is Valerio Mancini and he is on the search for his brother Valente, a wanted outlaw on their home planet, and after tracking down the remnants of his magic, brought him to the FlyingDeath. He knocks out Trixxtal and then he and Jecht begin to fight.

♥ During the fight Valerio is attacked by Dave, a random but loyal parrot who was apparently on Jecht's side and helps him fend off Valerio's attacks. Valerio and Jecht continue to fight over the hook until Valerio places a paralyzing spell on Jecht and demands what the hook does and where he got it. Valerio is right about to torture Jecht for the information until Tori stops him.

♥ In a surprising turn of events, Tori actually does manage to stop him with a headbutt, and a mysterious dark force that whisks Valerio away, without the hook. Now out of danger, Jecht passes out due to his wounds.

Zodiac {Azalea & Midorimacchi}

HIMAWARI SOHMA 18 years old Horse of the zodiac Himawari was raised lovingly by her energetic father and a hippie mother. They named her after a sunflower because when she was born, she had bright yellow hair, which slowly began to change into black as she got older. At first, they didn't realize their daughter was cursed because the doctor had been a woman and her mother held her first, but when her father held her, she turned into a horse. It was hard on them at first, but they managed and filled their household with nothing but love. sShe enjoys working out and is the fastest member on the cross country team. She attends the same school as Giima and Hiroki and lives at home with her parents.

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SHOU && DAISUKE
" Oh my God, what is going on here??" Shou gasped as he looked around the room. The window was broken and glass covered the floor. He would have assumed that there had been an attempted robbery if it hadn't been for the wounded duck in Daisuke's arms.

" He just flew in through the window!" Daisuke explained urgently, trying to clam the fussy duck with some comforting pats on the head. " There is some glass stuck in his wing, do you think you can help him?? Or should we take him to the vet?? Ummmm..." It was a shame that there hadn't been a member of the Zodiac that was a duck or else they would know how to deal with this situation better. But Daisuke had faith that Shou would know what to do.

Shou was over the shock already and quickly switched into his doctor mode, flipping his hair out of the way to open his first aid bag. " I'm insulted that you don't think I can do this!" He joked, flashing a smile to Daisuke to let him know that it was a joke. He searched around in the bag until he pulled out a small pair of tweezers. " Akiza, help Daisuke hold the duck down while I pull out the glass. I don't want that thing biting me!"

Breathing a sigh of relief, Daisuke broke off some more pieces of bread for the duck to eat and smiled happily, " Do you hear that?" He asked, forgetting that non-cursed animals couldn't speak or understand him, " We'll get you fixed up in no time! Just be a good little duck and sit still for us, okay?"

Wizard Characters {Midorimacchi & Azalea}

KLAVA MOISKA
died at 49 | would be 50 in present day
25/12/1095

Klava was born in the North, in the same town as Petren Sudlenkov, and his father was a struggling musician. His mother had died shortly after his birth, leaving his father to raise him alone. Rather than leaving his son at home-- not really a home, more like a rundown shack with walls that barely kept the wind out -- he strapped baby Klava to his back as he played the violin on the streets, living on tips and spare cash to feed him and his son. He did this for years and managed to scrape up enough money to buy another violin, and once Klava became old enough, he learnt how to play too. He and his dad took the streets and began doing duets, through snow storms and freezing temperatures, anything to get some money. But soon his father developed a cough, playing it off as a simple cold, until he couldn't hide it anymore. All of the days he spent playing out in the snow had caused problems within his lungs and an illness developed, getting worse and worse over time. Infact, Klava's father knew he found out he was sick years before, but hid it for Klava's benefit. He knew that if he continued to play the violin out in the snow for much longer, his illness would get worse. But the money that he got would be enough to get Klava out of the country and to somewhere safer, maybe even the Main City. So he kept it all a secret, taking secondhand medicine in private and hiding his blood soaked tissues from his son. But then the cough got worse and worse until he couldn't hide it anymore.

Once he found out, Klava sold his violin, something his father had worked so hard for, to buy some real medicine but by that time, his father's illness was untreatable. Klava went on to sell his father's violin to buy a proper bed so that his father could rest peacefully in his last days. Towards the end his father called him close and apologized for not being able to give him the life he deserved and pulled out Klava's violin, which he had bought from the man who Klava sold it to. With his last breathes, he told Klava to leave this godforsaken country and go live his life in sun, playing beautiful music wherever he went. He died afterwards and Klava took his words to heart, selling everything he could, apart from his precious violin, to move to the Main City and receive an education to get a good job.

His time at the Academy was hard. He was years behind the other students, having never even seen a real book before, but he spent all his time studying, inbetween playing his violin. He had to repeat classes multiple times just to pass them, using the money that his father had left him to pay for them, and finally after years and years of trying, he graduated from the Academy. He immediately went to the Council and applied for a job, any job, since everyone in the North idolized the Council like celebrities, too far away to hear about the true horrors surrounding it. He was surprised when he got accepted so quickly and blessed his father's spirit, knowing that it was because of him that he was accepted to become a Royal Protector, the highest paying job in all of Wiz. He was assigned to Prince Belvedere and was eager to begin his new life, full of hopeful promises and opportunities.

Sadly, being Prince Belvedere's Protector was more then it cracked up to be. He was nothing but a insolent, demanding child; a bratty little Prince who couldn't even tie his own shoes without someone deciding it for him. Every two minutes Belvedere would ask him something like " Should I do this?" and " What would happen if I did this?" and " Klava, what do you think is best?" and then completely fly off the handle if the wrong option was picked. Klava would play his violin to Belvedere during his anger fits in an attempt to calm him down, but the other would just get angrier, threatening to burn it if he ever played it again, so he didn't.

Klava's untimely demise came in the hands of his Prince. One of Belvedere's most prized possessions went missing, an enchanted mirror, that was a gift from his twin Bellarino, and Klava was instantly accused of stealing. "You'd just jump at the chance to steal something of mine, right, you dirty little northener? You think you can steal something of mine and get away with it? Something my brother gave to me?? To what? Send money back to your town back home so that they'll have a blanket to keep warm at night? Pathetic, using my things for something so useless." He had no chance to argue, to explain that he didn't even know what item it was that went missing, so there was no way that he could have stolen it, but Belvedere had him incarcerated. After a week in prison and no sign of the mirror reappearing, Klava was charged as guilty and was sentenced to be executed. Right before his execution, Belvedere stopped by and Klava had a sliver of hope that he would call the whole thing off, that he was acting to immaturely for killing someone over a mirror, but he should have known better. The Prince had only stopped by to bring him his beloved violin, to give him the pleasure of watching Belvedere smash it to pieces against the floor and burning it afterwards. Klava was beheaded an hour later and a new Protector took his place.