Mivuli

Ink On Your Soul

“Good morning, what can I get for you today?” That was Mia’s catchphrase in the café, repeated countless times to blank-faced customers, too busy to take a seat and sip a cuppa while the world bustled by, but addicted to the morning caffeine rush. Apron-strings cinched tightly behind her waist, she walked from counter to coffee-grinder, entertaining the buzzing queue of men in suits and women in pencil skirts as well as the less hectic crowd of seated patrons.

Mia put down a cup of hot chocolate – extra whipping cream – onto a tray already laden with a sundae and bagel. “An ice cream sundae?” Mia asked, looking to the waitress whose name eluded her at the moment. “In the morning?”

She simply shrugged, smiling a little. “That’s Dan.” She nodded over her shoulder, and Mia craned her neck to spot a smiling man, his cane across his lap, with a shock of ginger hair. Mia threw in a smile for good measure, and turned back to the waitress.

“I should drink those more often then,” Mia said thoughtfully with a grin, beginning to turn on her heel to receive the growing morning crowd. The waitress balanced the tray skillfully, to deliver the drinks and bagel to the man Dan. “Sundaes in the morning – isn’t that a way to live?”

Sighing inaudibly, Mia returned to her spot, transfixed for a moment by a nick in the marble countertop. With a breath, she lifted her eyes, twirling a pen into her fingers, a smile on her lips. “Good morning, what can I get for you today?”

Ivy Wood Academy

William Cresthall

If it’s strength you wish of me, then stand tall I shall. But a willow I will be, partial to the swaying whims of the wind, and retaining the ability to weep. Never where you may see however, for saltwater is a weakening bane.

Age
18

Sex/Gender Identity
Male

Sexual/Romantic Preference
Demisexual; Panromantic

School Year
3rd-Year High School

Pro/Anti/Neutral Match

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Likes
– Sunlight –
– Others’ joy –
– Having time to himself –

Dislikes
– Melodramatics –
– Immaturity –
– Hypocrisy; Injustice –

Hobbies
– Listening to music –
– Writing; Reading –

Fears
– That he may chase away the people he holds dear. –
– Dying young –
– Waking, and finding he is not sure of who is (or should act as) anymore –

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Personality
Cheerful | Easy-going | A people-pleaser | Strives to maintain harmony | Calm demeanour | Has fire in his blood for when stoked | In his head sometimes

Biography
William’s quite the unassuming boy. Coming from parents who were several nuances of detached in marriage, he has witnessed them arguing before, but not enough that it was a common occurrence in the Cresthall household. Each incident of their conflicts – few though they were relatively – would leave him badly-shaken, perhaps more so than strictly necessarily. But it was nothing he could help.

For all intents and purposes, William is mature, with many years of experience in handling his younger and admittedly wild, out-of-hand sister. His father had high expectations of him, and his mother countered them with constant reassurances that, “Trying your best is all that matters.” Their parenting styles did not align, but William found that as long as he did his best and the best, they would have nothing to argue about.

William has had a history of being whatever anyone else needed of him – a listening ear, a shoulder that would begin dry but inevitably end damp, a body to lean on. He’s never minded, really, but he does wish that those people who approached him, with some sort of ailment or ache about them, would not leave so casually, once their tears were shed and their laments spilled. But this seems so selfish to say, so William has kept it close to his chest.

William has not been in a relationship before, so Ivy Wood Academy is sure to be an experience for him. He doesn’t believe, however, that the match programme will be able to pair him with someone, and expect that they will immediately click. You might say he is a demiromantic, but he is of the mind that a durable relationship of any sort can only be built on a proper foundation, in which both partners know exactly what they’re getting into. But he is all up for being proved wrong.

Extras
With black tousled hair that would appear mahogany under glaring light, William stands at 185cm (6'1") and is rather slim. He is partial to domesticated, furry mammals. He does not really take to the nickname Will.

Bleeding Out

Ivy Wood Academy

@ViolentVioletDefinitely will do. Thank you!

Ivy Wood Academy

@ThatWeirdChick@AvanHelsing@ViolentViolet
Thought I might try with William. Thanks for reading!

William Cresthall

William Cresthall

If it’s strength you wish of me, then stand tall I shall. But a willow I will be, partial to the swaying whims of the wind, and retaining the ability to weep. But never where you may see, for saltwater is a weakening bane.

Age
18

Sex/Gender Identity
Male

Sexual/Romantic Preference
Demisexual; Panromantic

School Year
3rd-Year High School

Pro/Anti/Neutral Match

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Likes
– Sunlight –
– Others’ joy –
– Having time to himself –

Dislikes
– Melodramatics –
– Immaturity –
– Hypocrisy; Injustice –

Hobbies
– Listening to music –
– Writing; Reading –

Fears
– That he may chase away the people he holds dear. –
– Dying young –
– Waking, and finding he is not sure of who is (or should act as) anymore –

---

Personality
Cheerful | Easy-going | A people-pleaser | Strives to maintain harmony | Calm demeanour | Has fire in his blood for when stoked | In his head sometimes

Biography
William’s quite the unassuming boy. Coming from parents who were several nuances of detached in marriage, he has witnessed them arguing before, but not enough that it was a common occurrence in the Cresthall household. Each incident of their conflicts – few though they were relatively – would leave him badly-shaken, perhaps more so than strictly necessarily. But it was nothing he could help.

For all intents and purposes, William is mature, with many years of experience in handling his younger and admittedly wild, out-of-hand sister. His father had high expectations of him, and his mother countered them with constant reassurances that, “Trying your best is all that matters.” Their parenting styles did not align, but William found that as long as he did his best and the best, they would have nothing to argue about.

William has had a history of being whatever anyone else needed of him – a listening ear, a shoulder that would begin dry but inevitably end damp, a body to lean on. He’s never minded, really, but he does wish that those people who approached him, with some sort of ailment or ache about them, would not leave so casually, once their tears were shed and their laments spilled. But this seems so selfish to say, so William has kept it close to his chest.

William has not been in a relationship before, so Ivy Wood Academy is sure to be an experience for him. He doesn’t believe, however, that the match programme will be able to pair him with someone, and expect that they will immediately click. You might say he is a demiromantic, but he is of the mind that a durable relationship of any sort can only be built on a proper foundation, in which both partners know exactly what they’re getting into. But he is all up for being proved wrong.

Extras
With black tousled hair that would appear mahogany under glaring light, William stands at 185cm (6'1") and is rather slim. He is partial to domesticated, furry mammals. He does not really take to the nickname Will.

Ink On Your Soul

With short black hair, a pale complexion, and a petite build standing at 165cm (roughly 5’5”), Mia avoids wearing make-up, and doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos.

Midnight Moon

Name: Mia Adams
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Likes: | Authenticity | Honesty | The Internet | Alternative rock |
Dislikes: | Tension and conflict | Formality |

Bio: Mia may have passed 18, but she doesn’t feel like an adult. While she’s mature enough to have a good head on her shoulders, she lacks experience, coming from a small Southeast Asian country, and a life of relative average-ness. Moving to the West meant immersing herself in an entirely new culture, when she’s spent her entire life steeped in traditionalism. Of course, that isn’t to say Mia’s a stick-in-the-mud. She accepts people readily, but doesn’t adapt easily to new situations. As a child, she would make few friends in school, since she spent a large part of her time keeping quiet until someone spoke to her first. But once she met good friends willing to coax a response out of her, she was completely at home. Mia’s come out of her shell a bit since then, and has learnt how to take the first step in introducing herself. However, she will only do so if the other person doesn’t first, and she finds it worth the while to meet someone new.

Completely easy-going, Mia’s first priority is to live a good, balanced life, and figure the rest out later, which has led to her being absolutely carefree in selecting her peers. She’s been friends with scholars and delinquents, class-toppers and students who can’t figure out quadratic equations. Some have been good influences, others questionable. But Mia doesn’t keep in touch much with her past friends, now that she has moved overseas; perhaps just the key few.

Her parents initially didn’t approve much of her leaving the country, but that was just their protective instincts kicking into gear. (These are, of course, the same people who previously forbade her from dating until she was 30. They later brought that number down to 20) While they’ve let her leap from under their conjoined wings, they continue to keep tabs on her via phone calls and make it a point to let Mia know that they still don’t whole-heartedly agree with their daughter living alone in a foreign land, working at a coffee-shop. But parents will be parents.

Occupation: Barista

Country of Origin: Singapore

Feelings about meeting her soul mate: Anticipation, with a dash of disbelief. While it seems the ink has had a good track record so far – successfully and historically match-making people with their intendeds – that has never erased Mia’s concerns that she will somehow not match up, or that this one time the system will fail her. She wants to live with no regrets, so finding someone right – be it with the help of the ink or not – to be with for the rest of her life is vital to her.

Ink On Your Soul

@Mivuli

Ohhh a Barista. I hope she can make milkshakes too! She's accepted. You can put her into the Characters section.

@Morte Angelis

I'll add that to her repertoire, then! Thank you!

Ink On Your Soul

This is really cool. Mind if I pop in with a CS? (:

Mia Adams

Appearance

With short black hair, a pale complexion, and a petite build standing at 165cm (roughly 5’5”), Mia avoids wearing make-up, and doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos.

Name: Mia Adams
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Likes: | Authenticity | Honesty | The Internet | Alternative rock |
Dislikes: | Tension and conflict | Formality |

Bio: Mia may have passed 18, but she doesn’t feel like an adult. While she’s mature enough to have a good head on her shoulders, she lacks experience, coming from a small Southeast Asian country, and a life of relative average-ness. Moving to the West meant immersing herself in an entirely new culture, when she’s spent her entire life steeped in traditionalism. Of course, that isn’t to say Mia’s a stick-in-the-mud. She accepts people readily, but doesn’t adapt easily to new situations. As a child, she would make few friends in school, since she spent a large part of her time keeping quiet until someone spoke to her first. But once she met good friends willing to coax a response out of her, she was completely at home. Mia’s come out of her shell a bit since then, and has learnt how to take the first step in introducing herself. However, she will only do so if the other person doesn’t first, and she finds it worth the while to meet someone new.

Completely easy-going, Mia’s first priority is to live a good, balanced life, and figure the rest out later, which has led to her being absolutely carefree in selecting her peers. She’s been friends with scholars and delinquents, class-toppers and students who can’t figure out quadratic equations. Some have been good influences, others questionable. But Mia doesn’t keep in touch much with her past friends, now that she has moved overseas; perhaps just the key few.

Her parents initially didn’t approve much of her leaving the country, but that was just their protective instincts kicking into gear. (These are, of course, the same people who previously forbade her from dating until she was 30. They later brought that number down to 20) While they’ve let her leap from under their conjoined wings, they continue to keep tabs on her via phone calls and make it a point to let Mia know that they still don’t whole-heartedly agree with their daughter living alone in a foreign land, working at a coffee-shop. But parents will be parents.

Occupation: Barista

Country of Origin: Singapore

Feelings about meeting her soul mate: Anticipation, with a dash of disbelief. While it seems the ink has had a good track record so far – successfully and historically match-making people with their intendeds – that has never erased Mia’s concerns that she will somehow not match up, or that this one time the system will fail her. She wants to live with no regrets, so finding someone right – be it with the help of the ink or not – to be with for the rest of her life is vital to her.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

"I am alright. I see a bigger concern with your scars," said Nuna. Nodah allowed a smile, and shook his head. "'Tis nothing. Simply a duel with a demon which ended stormily with my flesh singed. But the marks shall heal, I hope." Head trauma, however, seemed abhorrent to Nodah. He enjoyed having his wits about him, not riddled with light-headedness or headaches.

Nuna gazed at him for several beats, before she herself broke into speech. As she did, Nodah listened, the corners of his lips maintained at their upward tangent. "So state what it was you were attempting to say and if you choose accept my offer. Hopefully you do not presume a negative impression of me, unlike others."

"You are entirely too stark," Nodah said, whilst a quiet voice within him murmured approval for Nuna's caution, unnecessary though he found it of the present. "You have painted a grim picture, with yourself at the stake. It is only the first day." Though, it did seem the students of Rosewood hadn't appreciated Nuna's advances, any more than Kuroda Daichi had. "As for my concern, you needn't find it upsetting, or unusual." He grinned toothily, the smile making him seem years younger. "I enjoy knowing what happens around me, to others. How often we walk by our peers and subordinates, strangers and friends, and forget that each life is equally complex as our own, but rather take for granted that we are the main characters of our stories, singularly three-dimensional.

"You forget, Nuna," Nodah continued, chuckling here. "Amorous approaches make this one bashful. Pray, take no insult here. You would not wish to bind yourself to me. I was about to offer similar counsel however, that you find a student who would not be averse to your attention. Who would be willing to make a gift of his energy to you, in return for your touch. You'd be less likely to offend the male demographic of our school, and you would both share appreciation for the other. Such idealistic devotion, however, might be hard to come by." With a sigh, Nodah slid off the cot, the salve tucked away, its healing properties a balm in his pocket.

"I would not presume to know you well, Nuna Mori," Nodah said. "Enough to name you bane. You are a succubus, and though I met you unpleasantly in the forest, I cannot call you a lesser being, so soon into our acquiantance. Perhaps you would grant me the same benefit of doubt, to consider me no foe of yours - indirect though I may be." He tilted his head towards the portal. An invitation. His eyes swirled brown, the colour of chocolate, of decadent warmth and quiet fire. As they did, a thrill - addictive, exhilirating - ran through him at this: playing the game. "Do you feel well enough for lunch?"

Legend by Fire

Oh, that's a pity. But it's good to hear you arrived safely! Have a great time, again. :) Good luck with the jetlag.

True Intentions {Closed}

Tagged: @corrosive

"I can sympathise," Riley said with a light tug of the lips, as Austin visibly relaxed in her presence. She allowed amusement to slither through her for a few moments. He came at ease rather easily in the company of an absolute stranger, amidst tipsy partiers. Was that to say he was trusting, sociable? "The town seems dandy and all but carnivals and I aren't entirely miscible." What she wouldn't give to be home right now. But Austin seemed good company. She cocked her head to the side, fiery ponytail swishing, and surveyed him closer. A clean-cut chap, she would wager. The classic American boy - or, at least, her foreigner's impression of what that entailed. Many parents would approve of him as a friend. He had that look about him: dependable, with a good head on his shoulders.

Riley anticipated discovering how accurate an estimation that was.

"You sound fond of your father. He a special man?" As the question slipped through her lips, Riley caught a glimpse of a woman with a shock of pink hair approaching a tall brawny figure. Hair like cotton-candy, she thought vaguely, bemusement creeping upon her again. She eyed the exchange - muted, from where she stood - before returning her attention at once to Austin.