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St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Vyvyan Ngiwan

The journey to the dorms felt oddly quiet, the fact that Samuel was the only one of the pair to puncture the silence only contributing. Until reaching their room, its door bearing the pristine label of '222', Vyvyan didn't verbally respond to any of his Mage's remarks. Not out of pride or anything of that sort; he simply hadn't quite adjusted to having a partner. The slight excess contraction of his muscles was testament to that. On the other hand, since leaving the Sun Room, Samuel seemed to have largely relieved his own tension. Hopefully that meant things would proceed more smoothly, with at least one party relaxed. A single jumpy nervous system was more than enough.

As Vyvyan mouthed a word of thanks and entered the room with baggage in tow, the doorway fortunately just large enough to accommodate, he pondered on what first to do. Unpacking was of course the most obvious option. There was, however, always time for the non-crucial activity later on. Vyvyan had just met Samuel, and what do groups tend to do upon meeting for the first time?

It took a bit before anything coherent came out of Vyvyan' vocalisations. "I, let's have an icebreaker!" The sentence popped out too loud, having apparently built up pressure whilst choked up in his throat.

Why'd I do this—

"Guess my ability! I'll try to give hints." It felt paradoxical, being both committed and regretting absolutely everything tangentially related to the line of thought that had dumped him here. Maybe he was in shock? The break hadn't been spent dozing away mornings and lounging around in the afternoons, but it was still weeks of far more rest and play than usual.

Beginning to move the furniture on his claimed half of the room so as to enable access to the bed, his right arm occupied with stacking chairs onto the round table that his other lifted, Vyvyan asked, "Is that all right?"

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Vyvyan Ngiwan

Within a minute, they had finished the ritual, the pair soon off stage and headed towards the dormitory.

"So, Vyvyan, nice to meet you, I guess we're partners now huh? Anything I should know about you since we'll be sharing a room? Do you snore? Sleep wa...talking?"

Between the rolling of several sets of wheels (his bags, all passed off to the chatty seniors with the exception of a backpack he kept on his lap, taking first place) and a fair bit of hearing loss, Vyvyan mishearing the taller boy was not all too much of a surprise. "Eh? Ah, no, I don't think I snore. And I don't fall asleep while talking or anything."

Narcolepsy...? Odd question.

"Um, might be noisy, a bit, sometimes, though. I'm taking Music, and I listen to things sometimes too." Vyvyan swore that he was getting less coherent by the milisecond. "I, um, sing, and play the saxophone."

He had half a mind to just stay quiet and let his partner offer prompts, which would have worked much better if one was willing to dominate the conversation. But then things would be damn awkward, more so than they already were. Especially in contrast to the other bonded pairs around, the volunteers handling their baggage most notably. With this line of reasoning, Vyvyan hopped into the world of socialism. Socialising. Close enough.

"Ah, Samuel? What electives are you taking?" Wait, why couldn't I have asked the same thing he did? "I'm going for Music for sure, but what about you? Monster Hunting?"

Mentioning that particular elective must have been a trigger flag or something, because one of the seniors immediately piped up, "Monster Hunting's mandatory now, by the way. Headmaster fiat." Vyvyan didn't miss how the third year's eyes scanned across him, amidst his very sudden development of tachycardia. "You could try to get an exemption or something, I guess? But that's probably not happening."

Vyvyan looked up at Samuel, then back at the messenger of bad news, before returning his stare to his Mage.

"...So, second elective?"

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Vyvyan Ngiwan

The Doolittle Raid from behind had come out of left field—though a few moments consideration about the flow of traffic (i.e. largely in the same direction) quickly resulted in a sigh—though its harm was minimal. In fact, seeing the clumsy girl resume charging ahead reminded Vyvyan to go a tad quicker and reach the Sun Room punctually, which he was going to credit to the accident, as some sort of silent forgiveness.

The hall certainly felt like an architecture student's dream. Stained windows, filtering the sun's rays into all shades and colours, were always rather entrancing, as was the show of dust particles in the light. Seeing the stairs around the podium did give Vyvyan half a heart attack, though, til he remembered (and personally witnessed) that a ramp had been prepared.

Mr Loyola's entrance speech was a first. The massive man's humrous nature had become clear to the transfer student after some months in the academy, however, and it did not surprise Vyvyan at all to hear jokes being cracked. Quietly, he watched, restraining himself from overtly laughing along.

The Ceremony went exactly as his seniors had described... Underwhelming, compared to the depictions of visibly swirling streams of magic, or red string entwining the pair's fates. With all the students, the sacrāmentum had to be done en masse. It was honestly reminiscent of the average awards ceremony—tedious or nerve-wracking until you get up on stage for the anticlimatic receiving of the prize, a moment that lasts no more than a minute.

Or marriage, though some would prefer not to draw such analogies, despite the reality of the phenomenon. Especially due to the reality of the phenomenon. Legal marriages are stacks of paperwork, ceremonial marriages elaborate and involving much thrown rice. Traditional bonding celebrations comprised banquets and all sorts of things, though only his clothes had anything to do with those. The distance between home and St Fortuna's was simply too great for a physical event, but Vyvyan knew his family would send their well wishes in due time.

A number of mage-famliar pairs had gone up before long, the introduction of two more Druids expediting the process, and Vyvyan could swear that he was getting feverish. One hand on his forehead, he murmured, trying to sooth himself, "O great mystery and wonderful sacrāmentum..."

"Ngiwan Ziajk Liep, Vyvyan Imperial and Samuel Deniel!"

Hey, the headmaster pronounced everything pretty well! Not easy at all. Just 'Vyvyan Ngiwan' would have worked just as well, but the records had his entire name plus comma, so... Not much he could do about it other than get a name change.

Being seated at the front, Vyvyan had expected to reach the stage first, only to see Samuel, a fellow black-haired boy, beat him to it while patiently waiting for the ramp to be set up. The Sun Room's age and lack of recent renovation meant it was nowhere near as accesible as the rest of the school, but that was thankfully not the norm.

Several seconds later, Vyvyan rolled onto the stage, stopping short enough of his mage partner and future roommate of the school year. Even without an A* in literature, the fact that Vyvyan's anxiety was mutual was apparent.

Vyvyan was grateful that his skirt-pants concealed his legs, now shaking visibly if not outright spasming, as he took a shot of air and greeted, "Ah, Samuel, good morning. I'm Vyvyan... Ngiwan."

Why was his name suddenly so difficult to say?! The headmaster hollered it just fine!

"I'm rather nervous, so, uhm... Let's...?" Without thinking or understanding what he himself was trying to communicate, Vyvyan extended his hands, cautiously. The best icebreakers would be done off-stage, right?

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The podium has stairs? Welp, RIP Vyvyan 2002-2017. Any ramps and the like, or are we going to see some bridal carrying (with telekinetic aid)?

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Since my first IC post has some relevance to this, could I ask how the 'doubling points if you do certain activities' thing is determined? Is it left up to us players to decide?

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Vyvyan Ngiwan

Six hours and forty minutes is the typical length of a school day, and also about the amount of time Vyvyan had spent on the train. With the occasional break interspersed to massage his limbs or eyes, he busied himself with revision and self-study, going through his materials and notes, and even doing a short mock paper.

"Eh..." he mumbled to himself, skimming through the mathematics textbook, "Algebra? How come got Sec One Sec Two stuff here? I thought half of this already learn long time ago." It took until Algebra II before he encountered any new concepts.

While Vyvyan appreciated the opportunity to revise, and feared overconfidence on his own part, he had placed 18th in a nation-wide mathematics competition, and wished to dedicate his time to something brand new instead—magical studies. Magic and Spells and Abilities were not really taught in his primary years, so he spent the vast majority of the ride intrigued by and engrossed in the theory of the two subjects. Half a dozen hours were spent in this way, until the noticeable deceleration of the train, accompanied by numerous student passengers preparing to alight, notified him of their arrival.

As he looked up and out of the windows and vaguely recalled his first time coming to Enklen, Vyvyan smoothened a few creases on his predominantly vermillion attire, a traditional short coat with a crossed collar and loose sleeves extending to the wrists, coupled with a pleated skirt that reached from his navel to his ankles. Well, the lower garment was in actual fact divided, and thus a pair of pants, though it at the very least greatly resembled a skirt. The entire set of clothing was a gift from his paternal grandparents for his sacrāmentum, which he had accepted with thanks after the usual polite protest, though the distinctive garb did contrast an uncomfortable amount with the generally casual clothes that most in the train had on.

Vyvyan had transferred earlier in the calendar year, but there had been barely enough time to so much as become acclimatised to the fresh environment and all its pecularities before the school year came to a close. Those few months were particularly educational, however, and not solely in the academic sense. Learning how to cook became top priority upon his return home, and while he had not the confidence to serve anyone but himself, and was nowhere near as proficient as those in the cooking classes, the congee he could now make served as an edible, cheap, and nutritious enough breakfast.

Amongst the last few to get off the train with his belongings, a process that necessitated the aid of a ramp and a pair of more able bodies, Vyvyan gave a shy bow and a word of thanks to the kind students he'd inconvenienced before heading off at a slow pace towards the school, pushing his two bags of luggage about a metre ahead to trailblaze a path—he was quite easy to miss, being most certainly the shortest in the entire crowd, no petite noble could beat someone seated!—in no hurry.

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@Invader Len
Kaison and Vyvyan have been mixed up in the Partners table of the opening post. Kaison's the mage.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Name: Ngiwan Ziajk Liep, Vyvyan Imperial
Image or Description:

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1.64 metres tall when standing straight, or about 5 feet 4 inches. Vyvyan is thinly built, effeminately so. His longer hair and soft voice only contribute to the girlish impression.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Mage or Familiar: Familiar
Ability: Telekinesis
Partner: Samuel Deniel
Personality: Frugal despite—or perhaps because of—his background, a product of education by parents who earned their wealth. Vyvyan is timid in person around those he is meeting for the first time, but can warm up to others, classmates he meets daily especially, within a month or two. In writing, however, with the time to think, he is more bold. He is quite self-conscious, fearful of making a bad impression or gaining a poor reputation, to the point where some might even describe him as pessimistic, though he tries his damndest to keep an optimistic outlook. Vyvyan tends to downplay his own achievements, and gets flustered easily by praise, as pleasing as it is.
Biography: Son of a Prydainian and an immigrant, Vyvyan is a true-blue city kid, his only experiences with population density below four digits before coming to St Fortuna being parks and nature reserves. For much of his early life, he was doted on by his brother and parents, not helping his naïveté and inexperience, though given his spastic diplegia, he finds it difficult to fault them for being a bit overprotective of him in his first dozen years.

The pressure to perform was still omnipresent, however. Fortunately, Vyvyan was able to meet both his and his family's expectations. At the end of every year, his report book was stellar, sometimes literally when his younger self did decoration. As a primary schooler, he was placed in special academic programmes for the gifted, and participated in various competitions of as many subjects, maybe creative writing, or music, or instead the sciences and mathematics. Passing through his primary education with ease, Vyvyan spent a significant amount of time reading beyond his textbooks and curriculum, pursuing out-of-syllabus matters that interested him, and even more advanced material.

Vyvyan did not neglect non-scholastic activities either, being an alto in his prior school's choir and a saxophonist in the symphonic band, though he is far less athletically-inclined, having relied on enthusiastically helpful classmates and family until receiving an electric wheelchair. Every now and then, however, he spent his time, recesses most often, playing frisbee and casual table tennis, in addition to physiotherapy. His diligence, both in academics and co-curricular activities, earned him acceptance to St Fortuna with a scholarship. It had taken quite some persuasion, as well as adjustments in order to fit their criteria, but Vyvyan managed to obtain parental approval to board at St Fortuna.
Likes: Chicken rice, meritocracy, orchids, rain, A grades, greenery, reading, singing, playing the saxophone
Dislikes: The cold, gum, uncleanliness, drug dealers, smoke, restaurants, being given preferential treatment due to disability, overspending
Points: 10 + 2 (posts) + 1 (studying) = 13
Proficiency: 1
Intelligence: 8 + 1 = 9
Athletics: 1
Misc.: Vyvyan's speech is only slightly slurred, and he retains control over his upper body, albeit weakened and not as coordinated, but he can only manage short distances out of a wheelchair. He usually speaks a much more colloquial dialect with friends, and has an odd accent even in formal situations, no matter how hard he may try to suppress it. For example, 'Prydain' often comes out more like 'Brytain' at best, or sometimes just 'Biten'.
Quiz Answers:
What is your character's greatest regret?

I don't really regret many things... yay, sheltered life. I suppose it would be when I got 60-something for Higher Mother Tongue for my mid-year exams once. I disappointed myself most of all with that, though I'm not sure what I had expected, considering how I slacked a lot on that, and as a result, got my just desserts. I bucked up after that, though, so... I suppose it's actually a good thing? I hope I don't sound too arrogant or stuck-up. Sixty, though...

Your character is home alone after watching a horror movie and they hear a strange sound. What do they do?

I'm not usually home alone, and if I were, I probably wouldn't be watching a horror movie, unless I'm trying to torture myself! But if it sounds like an actual threat, something serious, and not just bumps in the night, I'd make my way to the neighbour's door and ask for help. If it isn't, or I'm too petrified to move that far, I'd hide in a corner, phone in hand, ready to call 999, until I've convinced myself that nothing's out to murder me horribly, or resign myself to my fate. Though, I suppose such fears would be justified in other cities and places, like Erridún.

Two of your characters’ friends are fighting over something trivial, and they want them to stop. How do they go about this?

Implying I have friends... I do, but they're all back home, unfortunately. First, I'd probably do a bunch of research, since I don't have much social experience, I'll admit. I'd also need to see if anyone else they know is trying to do something as well, so we don't clash or anything. Then, I'd try to get a grip of the background and the situation, from both parties, so I'm not just interfering blindly. Eventually, I hope that they can be convinced that the matter isn't important at all and reconcile.

While your character is on their way to class, they realize they forgot something crucial. They’re already on the verge of running late. What do they do?

Head on to class anyway, accepting whatever punishment comes. If someone I know, a friend, can help me out, I'd be glad so long as it doesn't inconenience them, but otherwise, I'd probably miss half the class if I tried to go get it back. I'd also remember to actually pack properly next time, preferrably with a note in blood or ink. Wait, do you change classrooms for different periods?

If your character had the opportunity to turn into any animal, what would that animal be?

Another H. s. sapiens. Truly putting myself in another's shoes. Wait, is the change permanent? Ah, I'd stay as I am, then.

If your character’s house were on fire, and they only had time to save one thing from their room, what would it be?

In all honesty, with that much time, I probably wouldn't be able to save myself, let alone any other things! Anywho, I'd choose my brother. He's using my room now. I know he's five years older, serves in Armour, is currently in OCS, and is damn fit, but still. If not him, then my phone. First, I'd call the firefighters, and then warn the neighbours.

What season does your character like best and why?

Summer! I don't cope well with the cold, so the warmest season's the least horrible for me, and even then, I sometimes wear jackets in the sun. Stuff tends to be cheaper, too! If I really, absolutely, need shopping done, the summer sale tends to be a good enough time to do so.

Vacation! You character gets to spend a week anywhere! Where is it and what do they do?

Heaven! Where I will learn about things I wouldn't be able to in this world! Subject to the locals' willingness. That, and I'll talk to everyone I can, if it won't bother them all too much. Maybe get some singing tips?
Password: Wanton noodles

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

I hope I have corrected this adequately. My apologies for the trouble. I'm not sure why hiders don't appear to be showing up.

Name: Ngiwan Ziajk Liep, Vyvyan Imperial
Image or Description:
1.64 metres tall when standing straight, or about 5 feet 4 inches. Vyvyan is thinly built, effeminately so. His longer hair and soft voice only contribute to the girlish impression.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Mage or Familiar: Familiar
Ability:
Partner:
Personality: Frugal despite—or perhaps because of—his background, a product of education by parents who earned their wealth. Vyvyan is timid in person around those he is meeting for the first time, but can warm up to others, classmates he meets daily especially, within a month or two. In writing, however, with the time to think, he is more bold. He is quite self-conscious, fearful of making a bad impression or gaining a poor reputation, to the point where some might even describe him as pessimistic, though he tries his damndest to keep an optimistic outlook. Vyvyan tends to downplay his own achievements, and gets flustered easily by praise, as pleasing as it is.
Biography: Son of a Prydainian and an immigrant, Vyvyan is a true-blue city kid, his only experiences with population density below four digits before coming to St Fortuna being parks and nature reserves. For much of his early life, he was doted on by his brother and parents, not helping his naïveté and inexperience, though given his spastic diplegia, he finds it difficult to fault them for being a bit overprotective of him in his first dozen years.

The pressure to perform was still omnipresent, however. Fortunately, Vyvyan was able to meet both his and his family's expectations. At the end of every year, his report book was stellar, sometimes literally when his younger self did decoration. As a primary schooler, he was placed in special academic programmes for the gifted, and participated in various competitions of as many subjects, maybe creative writing, or music, or instead the sciences and mathematics. Passing through his primary education with ease, Vyvyan spent a significant amount of time reading beyond his textbooks and curriculum, pursuing out-of-syllabus matters that interested him, and even more advanced material.

Vyvyan did not neglect non-scholastic activities either, being an alto in his prior school's choir and a saxophonist in the symphonic band, though he is far less athletically-inclined, having relied on enthusiastically helpful classmates and family until receiving an electric wheelchair. Every now and then, however, he spent his time, recesses most often, playing frisbee and casual table tennis, in addition to physiotherapy. His diligence, both in academics and co-curricular activities, earned him acceptance to St Fortuna with a scholarship. It had taken quite some persuasion, as well as adjustments in order to fit their criteria, but Vyvyan managed to obtain parental approval to board at St Fortuna.
Likes: Chicken rice, meritocracy, orchids, rain, A grades, greenery, reading, singing, playing the saxophone
Dislikes: The cold, gum, uncleanliness, drug dealers, smoke, restaurants, being given preferential treatment due to disability, overspending
Points: 10
Proficiency: 1
Intelligence: 8
Athletics: 1
Misc.: Vyvyan's speech is only slightly slurred, and he retains control over his upper body, albeit weakened and not as coordinated, but he can only manage short distances out of a wheelchair. He usually speaks a much more colloquial dialect with friends, and has an odd accent even in formal situations, no matter how hard he may try to suppress it. For example, 'Prydain' often comes out more like 'Brytain' at best, or sometimes just 'Biten'.
Quiz Answers:
What is your character's greatest regret?

I don't really regret many things... yay, sheltered life. I suppose it would be when I got 60-something for Higher Mother Tongue for my mid-year exams once. I disappointed myself most of all with that, though I'm not sure what I had expected, considering how I slacked a lot on that, and as a result, got my just desserts. I bucked up after that, though, so... I suppose it's actually a good thing? I hope I don't sound too arrogant or stuck-up. Sixty, though...

Your character is home alone after watching a horror movie and they hear a strange sound. What do they do?

I'm not usually home alone, and if I were, I probably wouldn't be watching a horror movie, unless I'm trying to torture myself! But if it sounds like an actual threat, something serious, and not just bumps in the night, I'd make my way to the neighbour's door and ask for help. If it isn't, or I'm too petrified to move that far, I'd hide in a corner, phone in hand, ready to call 999, until I've convinced myself that nothing's out to murder me horribly, or resign myself to my fate. Though, I suppose such fears would be justified in other cities and places, like Erridún.

Two of your characters’ friends are fighting over something trivial, and they want them to stop. How do they go about this?

Implying I have friends... I do, but they're all back home, unfortunately. First, I'd probably do a bunch of research, since I don't have much social experience, I'll admit. I'd also need to see if anyone else they know is trying to do something as well, so we don't clash or anything. Then, I'd try to get a grip of the background and the situation, from both parties, so I'm not just interfering blindly. Eventually, I hope that they can be convinced that the matter isn't important at all and reconcile.

While your character is on their way to class, they realize they forgot something crucial. They’re already on the verge of running late. What do they do?

Head on to class anyway, accepting whatever punishment comes. If someone I know, a friend, can help me out, I'd be glad so long as it doesn't inconenience them, but otherwise, I'd probably miss half the class if I tried to go get it back. I'd also remember to actually pack properly next time, preferrably with a note in blood or ink. Wait, do you change classrooms for different periods?

If your character had the opportunity to turn into any animal, what would that animal be?

Another H. s. sapiens. Truly putting myself in another's shoes. Wait, is the change permanent? Ah, I'd stay as I am, then.

If your character’s house were on fire, and they only had time to save one thing from their room, what would it be?

In all honesty, with that much time, I probably wouldn't be able to save myself, let alone any other things! Anywho, I'd choose my brother. He's using my room now. I know he's five years older, serves in Armour, is currently in OCS, and is damn fit, but still. If not him, then my phone. First, I'd call the firefighters, and then warn the neighbours.

What season does your character like best and why?

Summer! I don't cope well with the cold, so the warmest season's the least horrible for me, and even then, I sometimes wear jackets in the sun. Stuff tends to be cheaper, too! If I really, absolutely, need shopping done, the summer sale tends to be a good enough time to do so.

Vacation! You character gets to spend a week anywhere! Where is it and what do they do?

Heaven! Where I will learn about things I wouldn't be able to in this world! Subject to the locals' willingness. That, and I'll talk to everyone I can, if it won't bother them all too much. Maybe get some singing tips?
Password: Wanton noodles

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Name: Ngiwan Ziajk Liep, Vyvyan Imperial
Image or Description:
1.65 metres tall when standing. Vyvyan is thinly built, effeminately so. His longer hair and soft voice only contribute to the girlish impression.
Age: 15 (9 August)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Mage or Familiar: Familiar
Ability:
Partner:
Personality: Frugal despite his relatively wealthy background. Vyvyan is timid around those he is meeting for the first time, but can warm up to others, classmates he meets daily especially, within a month or two. He is quite self-conscious, fearful of making a bad impression or gaining a poor reputation, to the point where some might even describe him as pessimistic, though he tries his damndest to keep an optimistic outlook. Vyvyan tends to downplay his own achievements, and gets flustered easily by praise, as pleasing as it is.
Biography: Hailing from a tiny tropical republic, Vyvyan is very much a city kid, his only taste of population density under four digits being the nature reserve. Public housing, public transport, public education, public facilities, public safety — all these things he has enjoyed in his comfortable home life and taken for granted, shielded from hardships by his nigh overbearing parents. Given how he was born paraplegic, he can't quite fault them.

The pressure to perform was still omnipresent, however. At age 9 he was placed in a special academic programme, and at the end of every year, his report book was stellar, sometimes literally when his younger self did some decoration. The sole exception was Physical Education, which he wasn't all too capable of participating in. Athletics for Vyvyan generally comprises casual games of seated table tennis and throwing frisbees during recess.

Beyond his textbooks and curriculum, Vyvyan also read materials ahead of his level, not to mention out-of-syllabus matters that interested him. He did not neglect other activities either, being an alto in the school choir and a saxophone player in the symphonic band. His diligence, both in academics and co-curricular activities, fortunately earned him acceptance to a government programme to send selected students overseas, as well as a scholarship from St. Fortuna.
Likes: Chicken rice, meritocracy, orchids, rain, A grades, greenery, reading, singing, playing the saxophone
Dislikes: The cold, gum, uncleanliness, drug dealers, smoke, restaurants, being given preferential treatment due to disability, overspending
Points: 10
Proficiency: 1
Intelligence: 8
Athletics: 1
Misc.: Usually speaks a much more colloquial dialect with friends, and has an odd, vaguely Far Oriental accent, even in formal situations, no matter how hard he may try to suppress it. Prefers crutches over the wheelchair, though he uses both.
Quiz Answers:
What is your character's greatest regret?

I don't really regret many things... yay, sheltered life. I suppose it would be when I got 60-something for Higher Mother Tongue for my mid-year exams once. I disappointed myself most of all with that, though I'm not sure what I had expected, considering how I slacked a lot on that, and as a result, got my just desserts. I bucked up after that, though, so... I suppose it's actually a good thing? I hope I don't sound too arrogant or stuck-up. Sixty, though...

Your character is home alone after watching a horror movie and they hear a strange sound. What do they do?

I probably wouldn't be watching a horror movie, unless I'm trying to torture myself. But if it sounds like an actual threat, something serious, and not just bumps in the night, I'd make my way to the neighbour's door and ask for help. If it isn't, or I'm too petrified to move that far, I'd hide in a corner, phone in hand, ready to call 999, until I've convinced myself that nothing's out to murder me horribly, or resign myself to my fate. Though, I suppose such fears are a lot more justified and less like paranoia here, compared to at home.

Two of your characters’ friends are fighting over something trivial, and they want them to stop. How do they go about this?

Implying I have friends... I do, but they're all back home, unfortunately. First, I'd probably do a bunch of research, since I don't have much social experience, I'll admit. I'd also need to see if anyone else they know is trying to do something as well, so we don't clash or anything. Then, I'd try to get a grip of the background and the situation, from both parties, so I'm not just interfering blindly. Eventually, I hope that they can be convinced that the matter isn't important at all and reconcile.

While your character is on their way to class, they realize they forgot something crucial. They’re already on the verge of running late. What do they do?

Head on to class anyway, accepting whatever punishment comes. If someone I know, a friend, can help me out, I'd be glad so long as it doesn't inconenience them, but otherwise, I'd probably miss half the class if I tried to go get it back. I'd also remember to actually pack properly next time, preferrably with a note in blood or ink. Wait, do you change classrooms for different periods?

If your character had the opportunity to turn into any animal, what would that animal be?

H. s. sapiens. Truly putting myself in another's shoes. Wait, is the change permanent? Ah, I'd definitely stay as I am, then.

If your character’s house were on fire, and they only had time to save one thing from their room, what would it be?

In all honesty, with that much time, I probably wouldn't be able to save myself, let alone any other things! Anywho, I'd choose my brother. He's using my room now. I know he's five years older, was in Armour, is currently in OCS, and is damn fit, but still. If not him, then my phone. First, I'd call the firefighters, and then warn the block.

What season does your character like best and why?

Spring. Summer gets a bit boring after a dozen over consecutive years. Winter and autumn are so cold, they're going to kill me someday. Spring, though, is nice and cool, not too uncomfortably so, and the flowers are nice—sorry for those who've got allergies, it's honestly a shame—and stuff tends to be cheaper! If I need shopping done, I like waiting until the sales come around. It's also the start of the school year! At least, it was back home. Then again, it's always summer. It just becomes rainier.

Vacation! You character gets to spend a week anywhere! Where is it and what do they do?

Heaven! That counts under anywhere. There, I will learn about things I wouldn't be able to in this world! Subject to the locals' willingness. That, and I'll talk to everyone I can, if it won't bother them all too much. Maybe get some singing tips?
Password: Wanton noodles