Rithas

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Isaiah Ayaan

Isaiah Ayaan

Age: 19 | Gender: Male | Height: 5'9 | Magic Affinity: Yin and Yang | Race: Male

Physical Description

A man of Arab and Caucasian ethnicity. With medium length ruffled hair and sharp wolfish blue eyes. Physically he had the moderately athletic body one would need for pulling off dance moves or running away from crowd. Isaiah is seemingly always dressed in afashionable black and sleek designer clothes. Giving him the look of someone slightly mysterious. A constant feature that somewhaat betrays this photoshoot look is a large extravegant jacket that falls behind him down to his knees. Causing any swift turn to allow the jacket to flow behind him spectaturaly like a cape.

Personality

Isaiah has a showman's personality. The type of person who attracts the side-eye of passersby. Relatively quick witted when it comes to people, Isaiah likes to be on the good side of people. The truth of this is of course that it makes it easier for Isaiah to do things he wants. Living a life that goes fast, Isaiah does not feel the need to be genuine with anyone. Nor does he think that others need to be genuine to him. He is fine with play-acting so that both sides can get something from a interaction.

When this showmanship and pleasenatry is not needed. Isaiah is quick to become a judgemental young man who main activity seems to be moaning about his situation until he sees another opportunity.

Bio

Sometimes people go through life never truly sticking to something. Isaiah is one of those people. As a child he picked up every activity in his local area, one quickly swapped for another. By fifteen he had tried every club in his school. He had stuck with nothing for longer then a month. This rapid changing of interests and care did not do well for his education. And Isaiah found himself in the real world with nothing tangiable to work with.

Whatever part-time jobs he picked up were quickly left unattended as he grew bored with them. To make end's meet, Isaiah did find a natural kindling with street magic and tricks that distracted people. Along with door to door sales for less then legit items. Essentially he became an average street con-man.

Capacity:

F

Flow:

F

Flux:

S

Magic and Abilities:

"Return By Death"

Character Intentions

- Isaiah wishes to find sastification in something. He doesnt particularly care about greater scopes of things. Whether the thing he wants to grasp is wealth or power or something that even exists is unknown to him. Whether he finds it and whatever path this forces him to take is yet to be seen.

Extra:

- Has nine toes.
- Proficient with magic. (Street Magic, that is)
- Can also dance better then you think.
- Sleight of hand that comes from magic also goes well with pick-pocketing.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Isaiah Ayaan

Isaiah Ayaan

Age: 19 | Gender: Male | Height: 5'9 | Magic Affinity: Yin and Yang | Race: Male

Physical Description

A man of Arab and Caucasian ethnicity. With medium length ruffled hair and sharp wolfish blue eyes. Physically he had the moderately athletic body one would need for pulling off dance moves or running away from crowd. Isaiah is seemingly always dressed in afashionable black and sleek designer clothes. Giving him the look of someone slightly mysterious. A constant feature that somewhaat betrays this photoshoot look is a large extravegant jacket that falls behind him down to his knees. Causing any swift turn to allow the jacket to flow behind him spectaturaly like a cape.

Personality

Isaiah has a showman's personality. The type of person who attracts the side-eye of passersby. Relatively quick witted when it comes to people, Isaiah likes to be on the good side of people. The truth of this is of course that it makes it easier for Isaiah to do things he wants. Living a life that goes fast, Isaiah does not feel the need to be genuine with anyone. Nor does he think that others need to be genuine to him. He is fine with play-acting so that both sides can get something from a interaction.

When this showmanship and pleasenatry is not needed. Isaiah is quick to become a judgemental young man who main activity seems to be moaning about his situation until he sees another opportunity.

Bio

Sometimes people go through life never truly sticking to something. Isaiah is one of those people. As a child he picked up every activity in his local area, one quickly swapped for another. By fifteen he had tried every club in his school. He had stuck with nothing for longer then a month. This rapid changing of interests and care did not do well for his education. And Isaiah found himself in the real world with nothing tangiable to work with.

Whatever part-time jobs he picked up were quickly left unattended as he grew bored with them. To make end's meet, Isaiah did find a natural kindling with street magic and tricks that distracted people. Along with door to door sales for less then legit items. Essentially he became an average street con-man.

Capacity:

F

Flow:

F

Flux:

S

Magic and Abilities:

"Return By Death"

Character Intentions

- Isaiah wishes to find sastification in something. He doesnt particularly care about greater scopes of things. Whether the thing he wants to grasp is wealth or power or something that even exists is unknown to him. Whether he finds it and whatever path this forces him to take is yet to be seen.

Extra:

- Has nine toes.
- Proficient with magic. (Street Magic, that is)
- Can also dance better then you think.
- Sleight of hand that comes from magic also goes well with pick-pocketing.

Wellington Academy ₊*

Matthew Doyle

Full Name: Matthew Doyle
Nickname: Matt, The only allteration he'll accept.
Age: 17
Year: Junior
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:

Dislikes:
- Squeaky Things: There's a certainly frequency threshold that things should adhere to. Anything above this is a dangerous prospect to Matthews continued sanity.
- Mysteries: To obscure an answer to something is but laziness or sheer ignorance.
- Wellington Academy: Well, its not awful. It is whats keeping him homeless. But he does dislike the look of the place, and the vibe...and the people.

Likes:
- Snow: A potential of hypothermia and wacking people with snowballs is fun in his mind.
- Books: They are at least written with a goal in mind.
- Karma: Not that a thing exists of course. But when unfortunate things happen to people who slight him. It does brighten his day.
- Sleep: He feels embraced in the blissfulness of unconsciousness
Skills:
- Lucid Dreaming: It seemed like an interesting thing to learn how to do. The only bad part was it involved him keeping a journal, ugh.
- Bass: Hes not a virtuso or anything. But he knows enough to entertain himself.
- Soccer: Like he mentioned, there were certain social circles he partook in when he was younger.

Gift: Truth-Seeker: Matthew has the inate abiltiy to find 'his' truth. Whether from people or situations. It isn't like knows when people are lying. To him, it does seem to just 'fall' into his lap.

Personality: To some Matthew might come off as anti-social. This is most likely because that's true in his eyes. Though to be exact his preffered defintion would be 'adverse' to 'typical social behaviours'. It is a lack of understanding that causes this, for it seems the more Matthew learns about others the more he feels inclined to shun them. Given with the academys knack of group activities many have felt the bitterness that is regullarly reguritated out from Matthew on an almost every second basis from him. He is not outwardly malicious, but a person who trips is picking up their belongings themselves.

History:
Matthew's early life was a lot of living in different small concrete apartments. With a lot of people going by. Watching as people communicated to eachother in their own unique way. But when Matthew tried to join in on this social dance he quickly found himself ill from mere minutes of it.

He wasn't particularly academic either. His future prospects seemed increasingly bare. With little help from the 'support net' he was supposed to have. Until one day, he happened upon two parents talking about an academy which required no apparent test or skills. How convivent.

He was accepted right in when he applied. The lack of hassle was a nice joy to Matthew.

It would be one of the few far joys he would get in this academy. If everything else was a slow dance. This was some type of compicated river dancing using your hands. So needless...and insulting.

Four events in two years. Four moons. Two of them no one even knows why he got them. He'd rather not talk about it. Now with two years left, Matthew might become a very rare case in Wellington.

Weller stars: 0
Weller Moons: 4
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: A stained pillow. His Bass Guitar.
Theme song: [Not mandatory but its always fun to do]

Extra

Extra: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEWnzBSwJyE

Fatima Musa

Full Name: Fatima Musa
Age: 14
Year: Freshman
Gender: Female
Height: 4'10
Sexuality: ???
Appearance:

My Hider

Dislikes:
- Authority: That's like so lame!
- Airplanes: Flying in the air!? Thats flipping unnatural.
- Oceans: Think of Sharks? Or large killer squid. They have the natural advantage in our fight!
- Sheep: There's evil in their eyes!

Likes:
- Justice: (She likes her own the most)
- Sports: Face my flying balls/fists/(appropiate tools of specific sport) of Justice!
- Action Movies: Explosions, Keblammoo, Pewpew!
- Shouting: It's therauptic!
- Nail Polish: Once she learned that smelling it directly from the container was bad she's been pretty good at it!
- The Summer: T-Shirt weather. Jackets are for lameos

Skills:
- Boxing: You'll never know when you have to throw some hands later in life.
- Makeup: Her mother loss of arms led Fatima to many hours of researching make up videos so that her mother would never miss out on her favourite activity.
- Dancing: It's like fighting the air and so her parents allowed her to do it.

Gift:
Simply put, Fatima is a mathematical prodigy. She just...gets it. Able to easily understand concepts years above her age.

Personality:
You ever seen those videos of a normal shopping centre. When suddenly a 20 ton truck comes hurtling through the windows, smashing everything in it's path and certainly making the owner wish he invested in finance instead. Well thats a summary of Fatima. A ball of flammable gas, if the gas was also filled with Neon Disco lights. And there's a bear in there for some reason as well.

Fatima isn't simple minded. She just happens to see the world in a very direct way. She says what she thinks and the word subtext isnt in her thesauraus. There's good guys, and then theres people who need to be high-jump kicked in the face. Moments of quiet peace are but slogs to the next good activity. Fatima doesnt crave excitement. She is the excitement. Or the great annoyance, depending on who you ask.

History:
Born to a retired boxer and Hairdresser. It didn't take long for Fatima's parents to understand she was special. She quickly garnered attention in school for her acing of any numerical problems thrown at her. Along with her rather loud personality. Seeing a great future for their daughter, they quickly pushed her to special schools for higher and accelerated learning.

Fatima seemed a lot more interested in action and activity. Along with her child-like justice of the worlds. This became solidifed when Fatima's mother got into a terrible car accident. Losing use of both arms. Kids being the sociopaths they are, a gang of them tried to make fun of Fatima's mother in front of her. Two of them got broken noses. Much to Fatima's confusion this was not appreciated by her mother.

Eventually, with Fatima's own interests and actions starting to come into conflcit with her parents. Her father send an application to Wellington Academy. With the hope that the school would 'Mature' Fatima and make her focus on her gift.

Weller stars: 0
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: Her favourite two teddy bears, Her few favourite runners, More pair of glasses then you think. She breaks them often.

Theme song:

Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB8xsFy0Xd4

Clay Eaton

Full Name: Clay Eaton
Age: 16
Year: Incoming Sophomore
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3
Sexuality: Bisexual
Apperance:



Colour Code: #7AD42A
Dislikes:
- Diaster Movies: Sharks would never act like that!
- Wasps: One of the few animals that just dont seem to agree with Clay. Many times he had disturbed a nest while exploring or working and ended up stung.
- Most technology: He just doesn't seem to be able to understand them. And people only get frustated trying to help so he has mostly forsaken using most of it.

Likes:
- The Outside: Obviously.
- Dogs: Specifically Greyhounds. He had three at home. (Though he's fond of all animals.)
- Fish: Tuna, Salmon, Flounder. All his favourites for eating!
- Art: Though perhaps he doesn't understand it. He loves the passion people put in it.

Skills:
- On the long dulls on his family farm. Clay took up his father's hobby of wood carving. And given the many dulls on the farm, he's gotten quite talented at it.
- Knows his way around a farm.
- He's also a sufficent at lumbering, having helped his mother chop down cluttered trees.

Gift: Clay has an exceptional knowledge on anything related to physical geography. Trees, mountains, lakes. He loves them and understands how they are formed and how they effect the rest of the natural world.

Personality:
Clay is...innocent in a lot of ways. A simple if sheltered childhood has led him to be unaware of many facets of the world. His accents and mannerisms may give people the impression of a dumb country bumpkin. In reality, Clay is just someone who takes life at an leisure pace. One might be able to see the cogs in his brain working in a conversation. But Clay seems not to notice any complaints about his pace.

Clay is an outwardly friendly person always willing to help his fellow neighbour. He may not get their trouble or the problems they face but he has been taught the right way in life and that is to always give a hand. Clay is not one to understand the intracies of conversation or subtext. He lived with simple spoken folk and that is what he has grown up to be as well. So a lot of things people say can be mis-understood or simply not understood at all. Clay doesn't mind, he's patient with people. Patient with a lot of things. He knows he may not be the brightest tool in the farmhouse but he tries.

History:
Clay was born to two loving parents on a large secluded forested ranch precisely in the middle of nowhere. For education he went to the shcool an hours drive away where there was barely enough students to register each class. From a young age Clay helped in duties. And when the work was done, He was given free range to explore the seemingly endless ranch his parents owned.

The farm did not get many vistors, given how far away and secluded the house was. So his friends were the cows and sheep. The dogs and Cats. The birds and the bees- scratch that last one.

Academics were never really Clay's strong point. They were precisely his weak point if anything. Must to the bemusement of his classmates, CLay was often around the bottom of most subjects. Not that he minded too much, a life taking over the farm seemed simple to him. However anything related to nature he excelled. Clay and his parents were ready for that to be an interesting tidbit when a family friend suggested that he apply for Wellington Academy. He didn't expect much but was gobsmacked when he was accepted in. His parents spoke of him like he was the pride of the village.

He doesn't know what learn there, but he hopes to do his parents and hamlet proud.

Weller stars: 0
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: Some old totems and symbols of luck given to him by his parents. An seemingly endless amount of wooly hats and overshirts. A carving knife which he had to get permission from and a journal for interesting landmarks.

Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFy4EJ-dTU

Wellington Academy ₊*

Matthew Doyle

Full Name: Matthew Doyle
Nickname: Matt, The only allteration he'll accept.
Age: 17
Year: Junior
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:

Dislikes:
- Squeaky Things: There's a certainly frequency threshold that things should adhere to. Anything above this is a dangerous prospect to Matthews continued sanity.
- Mysteries: To obscure an answer to something is but laziness or sheer ignorance.
- Wellington Academy: Well, its not awful. It is whats keeping him homeless. But he does dislike the look of the place, and the vibe...and the people.

Likes:
- Snow: A potential of hypothermia and wacking people with snowballs is fun in his mind.
- Books: They are at least written with a goal in mind.
- Karma: Not that a thing exists of course. But when unfortunate things happen to people who slight him. It does brighten his day.
- Sleep: He feels embraced in the blissfulness of unconsciousness
Skills:
- Lucid Dreaming: It seemed like an interesting thing to learn how to do. The only bad part was it involved him keeping a journal, ugh.
- Bass: Hes not a virtuso or anything. But he knows enough to entertain himself.
- Soccer: Like he mentioned, there were certain social circles he partook in when he was younger.

Gift: Truth-Seeker: Matthew has the inate abiltiy to find 'his' truth. Whether from people or situations. It isn't like knows when people are lying. To him, it does seem to just 'fall' into his lap.

Personality: To some Matthew might come off as anti-social. This is most likely because that's true in his eyes. Though to be exact his preffered defintion would be 'adverse' to 'typical social behaviours'. It is a lack of understanding that causes this, for it seems the more Matthew learns about others the more he feels inclined to shun them. Given with the academys knack of group activities many have felt the bitterness that is regullarly reguritated out from Matthew on an almost every second basis from him. He is not outwardly malicious, but a person who trips is picking up their belongings themselves.

History:
Matthew's early life was a lot of living in different small concrete apartments. With a lot of people going by. Watching as people communicated to eachother in their own unique way. But when Matthew tried to join in on this social dance he quickly found himself ill from mere minutes of it.

He wasn't particularly academic either. His future prospects seemed increasingly bare. With little help from the 'support net' he was supposed to have. Until one day, he happened upon two parents talking about an academy which required no apparent test or skills. How convivent.

He was accepted right in when he applied. The lack of hassle was a nice joy to Matthew.

It would be one of the few far joys he would get in this academy. If everything else was a slow dance. This was some type of compicated river dancing using your hands. So needless...and insulting.

Four events in two years. Four moons. Two of them no one even knows why he got them. He'd rather not talk about it. Now with two years left, Matthew might become a very rare case in Wellington.

Weller stars: 0
Weller Moons: 4
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: A stained pillow. His Bass Guitar.
Theme song: [Not mandatory but its always fun to do]

Extra

Extra: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEWnzBSwJyE

THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World

Isabelle - Winchester Rd off the 27

The streets were emptier then the last place they had been. At least they seemed to be as buildings rolled by the bus window she was looking out of. Some corpses blotted by the wayroad. She noticed some in clusters. usually a sign of a coordinated killing. There was usually a few in a place, but the higher frequency here made her wonder if they really were close to a community.

"Wow, that's crazy! Shame about the hammer though, shoddy workmanship even gets us here." The kind laughter of her brother ruptured beside her. Currently turned around talking to the dark haired woman sitting behind them. She had heard the woman's name, or at least a name being said somewhere in the time of her staring out of the bus and not listening. Something with a C. Catherine or Catrina or something. The moment they had gotten on this bus he had been socialising with all these strangers. Most of them ragged and smelling of sweat and dirt. Not that she was much better, she adjusted slightly trying to get her shirt to unstick from her skin. It was hot outside, and somehow hotter in this bus.

There was another laugh. From the woman this time. He had said something funny apparently, the grime on the bus windows still felt more interesting to her. In the corner of her eyes she saw Rory turn back around to her. "Do you believe that, Claire-" Oh that what it was. "Fended off more then six walkers with just a hammer. This bus has bravery in spades." He smiled wide. She supposed she couldn't fault him for his optimism. They were the newcomers. When they had walked on the bus most of the passangers seemed tense from a mix of mild hope of something better and yet the tiredness that everyone who lived in this hell felt. The thought of giving up in the back of their heads.

So Rory had kinda stuck out a bit there, grinning and slapping the seats with humour on the road. But he was turning them around, as he often seemed to do. She hadn't even said anything to anyone on the bus. Rory had introduced both of them to the group for her. She felt like she should be nervous of the people surrounding her. She was, but maybe not as much as she should be. Afterall, Rory was carefree as ever. And he wasn't that stupid. She hoped at least.

This was actually giving her a rather unpleasent memory of all of highschool. Somehow many years after she left plus more then a year into the apocolaypse those memories were still popping up. She frowned somewhat, deciding that busses in general were a poor vechicle of choice.

The bus driver who she knew had told her their name and another person spoke. Actual evidence of a haven somewhere. She looked at her brother, who raised an knowing eyebrow at her. Perhaps suprisingly to someone just meeting them. It was actually Isabelle's idea to meet up with the bus. They had spotted them from a roof on the fringe of town with bionoculars (Which Rory had stupidly left behind). Rory didn't seem keen on the idea. Yet he had conceded and she had, mapping the streets wide enough for a literal bus. Had simply made their way to the likely path and waited for pick up. Rory had made some comment being experience doing this while they waited.

She hadn't really decided yet on why she made that decision. Given what had happened in the past. They usually travelled by themselves. This whole thing was a little insane to be fair. But the news of a community did make her a little happy. Of course, it completely neglected on the logistics of the community accepting them.

Rory chuckled to himself. "To think we find a place as soon as we get on the bus. Lucky us."

---

Rory - Faith Front Gate

They had let them in just like that. Susprisingly easy even for him. And he was the type of perosn to look on the brighter side of life.

Sarah had gone to speak to whichever figurehead was going to represent this 'faith' place. A place that everyone on the bus was placing faith in. Haha. He would save that for Isabelle later. Speaking of his sister, she seemed agitated. More then was usual state of existence, anyway. As if on cue, she spoke quietly to him. "The gates are closed. If they decide they dont want us but our items we have no way out!" She almost hissed the last part.

Rory looked around at his fellow bus riders. Hope on their face. "If they wish to obtain a lot of mud and hoodies on the hottest day of the year. Then we may be in trouble, yes."

There seemed to be a little debate between a few people of the faith community, and he see Sarah's body language slump a little bit. Okay, so not completely trouble free then. There was hope that whatever energy had convinced Sarah to fill a bus of people and drive it around in search of something for god knows how long would simply transition into letting them settle down here scot free.

Alas, he wished to hear more of what was happening. If not just so he could meet his new peers. So he patted his sister on the shoulder and stepped off the bus. He glanced at the radioman carl, who had been one of the few people Rory had not had time to talk to and had simply said "Neat radio" at him on enterance. His face spelt concern, which was probably the right face to have on right now. He opened his mouth to say something to him, paused, proceeded to shrug and waltz right up to where Sarah stood.

"Sup." He said to her. His eyes flicking to apparently the lead man and her. Good, now any apparent negotation had gone one on one to one on two. Their number beats theirs, which gave them an advantage on decision making. This was certain to be in one of the sociology books he pretended to read. Sarah would definitely appreciate his help anyway.

"I do hope that broadcast wasn't false advertising." He piped up. "Or have a lot of people been conned?"

THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World

Ill get a post out later tonight, I realised I never said if the two were with the bus specifically but I think I'll save myself the effort and jsut say they are. Unless all the bus people are secretly cannibals in which case its an accidental meeting I swear.

THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World

Rory

CHARACTER SHEET
6’2
Appearance:

Name: Rory Steel

Age: 27

Skills:
- Calm under stressful or dangerous situations.
- Athletic.
- Quick-witted

Equipped with Knife and pistol.

Bio: The older sibling, Rory was always the more easy-going of the two Steel children. This easy nature quickly went from cute to bemusing for Rory’s mother and step-father as he grew up. As notes of school absences and failing grades began to pile up. Physical Education being the only seeming positive on his reports, Rory was quickly jousted into as many sports as possible.
This led to him not being home much aside from going to bed and this continued on even as he finished secondary education. Not one with the idea of college looking great to him. Rory quickly went around the world travelling with the many friends he had obtained over his sporting endeavours.
He was having a reunion with his sister when it had all went to hell. They’ve been together since, bonded by blood and surviving.

Isabelle

CHARACTER SHEET
5’7

Appearance:

Name: Isabelle Steel

Age: 25

Skills:
Archery Experience
Wood-Working.
Mathamatics

Equipped with bow and arrow.

Bio: Born in San Diego. Isabelle was a quiet reserved child. Which was a happy reprieve for her parents compared to her more wild brother. Someone who was clearly talented yet decision. Isabelle was put into clubs her parents thought would give her more life experience.

Her quiet and now standoffish nature rubbing other kids the wrong way. She spent most of her time alone. Her family life often strained, the arguements may have ended when Rory left. But She lost her dear friend and was faced with the full pressure of her parents to succeed.

Having graduated with a degree of mathamatics, Isabelle was beginning the career ladder when she was called out of blue by her brother. Little did she know that as got onto a train it would be the last time she would see anyone there again.

THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World

@atomyk ,

Their from San Dieeeegoooooo.

Across the globe so to Australia, Thailand, Kazakhstan, Russia, Japan, Brazil etc. He's a world travelled man and now he's stuck in indiana. Which is bad, maybe. I haven't judged their food yet.

Their not in Faith, but caught wind of the bus by chance and followed them to the community.

Isabelle has a bow, with a few arrows. Rory has a pistol and a knife.

THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World

Rory

CHARACTER SHEET
6’2
Appearance:

Name: Rory Steel

Age: 27

Skills:
- Calm under stressful or dangerous situations.
- Athletic.
- Quick-witted

Equipped with Knife and pistol.

Bio: The older sibling, Rory was always the more easy-going of the two Steel children. This easy nature quickly went from cute to bemusing for Rory’s mother and step-father as he grew up. As notes of school absences and failing grades began to pile up. Physical Education being the only seeming positive on his reports, Rory was quickly jousted into as many sports as possible.
This led to him not being home much aside from going to bed and this continued on even as he finished secondary education. Not one with the idea of college looking great to him. Rory quickly went around the world travelling with the many friends he had obtained over his sporting endeavours.
He was having a reunion with his sister when it had all went to hell. They’ve been together since, bonded by blood and surviving.

Isabelle

CHARACTER SHEET
5’7

Appearance:

Name: Isabelle Steel

Age: 25

Skills:
Archery Experience
Wood-Working.
Mathamatics

Equipped with bow and arrow.

Bio: Born in San Diego. Isabelle was a quiet reserved child. Which was a happy reprieve for her parents compared to her more wild brother. Someone who was clearly talented yet decision. Isabelle was put into clubs her parents thought would give her more life experience.

Her quiet and now standoffish nature rubbing other kids the wrong way. She spent most of her time alone. Her family life often strained, the arguements may have ended when Rory left. But She lost her dear friend and was faced with the full pressure of her parents to succeed.

Having graduated with a degree of mathamatics, Isabelle was beginning the career ladder when she was called out of blue by her brother. Little did she know that as got onto a train it would be the last time she would see anyone there again.

Name Change Request

Can I have it changed to Rithas . Thanks