Maki's Bucket

[MILK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 10px #02a1a7 solid;] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n519/kamurocho/Polka/160.png); box-shadow: 5px 5px 0px #02a1a7; margin-right: 10px; position: absolute; z-index: 3; ] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 35px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 30px; ]ALIDA FEMSKE[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -8px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]SAVERS [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]this character is played occ maki [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 30px; font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NICKNAME:[/style] li-li, munchkin [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] AGE:[/style] write your seventeen [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] GENDER:[/style] female [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] SEXUALITY:[/style] lesbian [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] ETHNICITY:[/style] dutch [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONALITY INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] POSITIVE:[/style] innocent gentle caring easy going enthusiastic calm loves kids maternal loyal affectionate reliable thoughtful [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NEGATIVE:[/style] naive clumsy forgetful indecisive low self esteem immature impractical unrealistic jealous disorganized cries easily easily scared [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] LIKES:[/style] kids sweet foods being surrounded by friends cooking listening to music daydreaming [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] DISLIKES:[/style] scary people sour foods loud noises mean people the dark [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] OTHER INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HISTORY:[/style] Alida was born and raised in Deil in the Netherlands. She had a loving mother and an odd father that were divorced. That had gotten a divorce. When she was young her father would be out of the house at night and her mother worked during the day so she never got to spend time with them together. She hardly ever saw them in the same room together when they were both home. Not that they hated each other there was just a problem with them being together. They didn't even sleep in the same room, her mother was in the Master Bedroom and her father in the guest room that doubled as an office. Before she started going to school she thought that it was the way that all families lived and that everything was perfectly normal with her family. After she started going to school she noticed the teachers looking at her funny and whispering behind her back whenever they thought that she couldn't see them. One day she went into the teacher's workroom and demanded and explanation on why they thought it was okay to whisper about a student behind her back and demanded that they tell her what it was all about or else she would start a riot. The teachers were unsure that they could tell her about her family, particularly her father, so they taped a note to her shirt and sent her home to her mother for her to explain the fiasco to her. She showed the note to her mother and for the first time ever she saw her mother cry. She told her that she would stop her father from going to work that day so she could explain it to her. Her father came home that morning around 5 AM, earlier than usual and more awake than usual. He found his wife and daughter waiting up for him and what his daughter saw surprised him. Her father was dressed up in girl’s clothes with make-up and everything. When she realized that his daughter had seen his actual self he hung his head in shame. Kotone however was terrified. She hadn't realized that boys could wear girl’s clothes like girls could wear boys. It made her realize that boys were trickier than she originally thought. Maybe if they had been hiding that, they had been hiding other things. She began to avoid her father and boys in general, getting nervous and afraid whenever they were around. Her mother began to tell her that boys were evil things that would take your heart and eat it while you laid there dying and bleeding on the floor with nothing left to live for but a soulless, happiness free life. She grew up like that and a terrible problem with continuing to go to a boy and girl school. She stopped hanging out with her friends a lot of the time, especially the male ones and refused to answer when they called. Her mother was happy with the results. Most of her friends had been scared off by her behavior and wanted nothing to do with her but a few stayed, only girls were still there for her. She grew accustom to people looking at her funny and giving her double takes while she was walking to school or while she was in the hallway, her eyes always hidden by a mass of purple hair. They hadn't ever really seen anything like what she was doing so they didn't know how to react to it. Around her 15th birthday however one thing did get to her. People started making fun of the fact that her eyes were covered by her hair all the time, she loved her hair the way it was. She burst out into tears and her best friend for ten years walked away from her, claiming that they had never really been friends because Alida was just to clingy to hang around with anymore, people might start to talk. Her parents were getting older and soon her father passed away from heart disease. Her mother thought that her daughter would live a better life without him anyways, so they moved far away from their old home, to a place where Alida could just go to an all girls boarding school, rather than having to deal with a small heart attack herself every time she walked down a hall. She joined the library, in order to help pay for her boarding and tuition so that her mother didn’t have to work as hard. She loved working with books though so it was no real trouble for her. Her mother though, soon committed suicide after her daughter was safely put away in school. She had been tired of taking care of the brat and her defect of hating men, even if she had been part of the cause of it. Alida didn’t hear about the death until a few months after it had happened. She didn’t really know how to take it, so she just went about her daily work as usual. She started to adapt to people, mostly men and her phobia usually one rared its head around every so often making her able to handle day to day life. It was around this time that she had gotten an email that a game she had played to help her get over her phobia was back online. She decided to check it out again. [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FEARS:[/style] drowning being alone forever dying the digital world being destroyed most men [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HOBBIES:[/style] gardening swimming playing violin [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] FACE CLAIM[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [i]eternal sonata[/i], polka by rimy ♥ of btn!

[daisuke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 10px #02a1a7 solid;] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mk2dd.png); box-shadow: 5px 5px 0px #02a1a7; margin-right: 10px; position: absolute; z-index: 3; ] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 35px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 30px; ]DAISUKE HATAKO[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -8px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]GOVERNMENT [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]this character is played maki [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 30px; font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NICKNAME:[/style] desi, dai, bum [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] AGE:[/style] twenty-one [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] GENDER:[/style] male [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] SEXUALITY:[/style] straight [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] ETHNICITY:[/style] Japanese [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONALITY INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] POSITIVE:[/style] neat responsible athletic decisive practical intelligent quick thinker maternal loyal organized reliable calculated [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NEGATIVE:[/style] jaded hot headed forgetful indecisive distant violent Wild unrealistic jealous over protective cold alchoholic [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] LIKES:[/style] kids quiet reading caligraphy baked goods daydreaming [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] DISLIKES:[/style] bad music noisy people bad food mud germs [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] OTHER INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HISTORY:[/style] At first Desi grew up under his older brother Snowe's wing. Wanting to do everything just like him. Wanted to be him. His brother was supposed to be the next in line to look after the family and to make sure that everything in the household was running smoothly. It fell on Desi to look after his younger brothers and sisters while everyone was away working. They lived like the old time Shogun families and that was the only way that Desi knew how to live. He had a happy childhood and didn't mind that it wasn't him being groomed to run the family. He would much rather just sit back and relax, playing with his brothers and sisters, keeping them entertained. His mother died while he was of a young age but for some reason it didn't affect him the way that it did all the others. He knew that she was going to a much better place where you could sit in the sun and nap all day without any worries. His father soon remarried to Rikki and they were once again a happy whole family. She only gave his father one more child before the doctors said that she couldn't safely give any more children. Desi's father didn't press the matter and finally it seemed like their family would stop growing for awhile. Snowe was beginning to get restless with life though. He was tired of being groomed for leadership and wanted something more. One day a man dressed in strange clothes came to the door. He was recruiting for some organization that his father had been supporting under the table. They took the oldest son, Snowe to join their ranks and Desi hadn't seen him since. So it had fallen on him to be groomed to be the heir. This bored him greatly but he knew it was needed. With Snowe gone it was up to him to lead the family after his father was gone. He often skipped out on lessons, taking up his old job of taking care of the children and teaching them songs and games that they could play when it rained or even when the sun shined. He found himself realizing that it would one day be his own children that he would be teaching games and songs to, playing with them and grooming one of them to become head of the family. He began to wonder if the child he chose would even want to be head of the family, or if he would want to sit and look at the clouds with his or her siblings as well. One day he had taken the children close to the woods, a bit closer than he usually did so that they could start observing nature and maybe learning what they wanted to do with their lives as free people, not ones being groomed to become leader of a household. His sister, Rima, wandered to close to the river that day. She had been trying to find some pretty waterrocks so that her big brother would be proud of her and maybe give her some sweets from the jar that he kept in his room and rewarded them with whenever they did something good. They didn't realize that there had recently been an flooding take place in the river. A peaceful river had recently evolved into an even angry river and was looking for someone to take its rage out on. Rima seemed to be the perfect target for the river and soon she lost her footing and had been pulled her under. The last thing that Daisuke heard from his little sister was her screaming his name and then asking him if she did good. That day Desi vowed to never let his siblings get hurt again and watched them like a hawk. He ended up working for his father's company within the government and found himself doing surveillance on a children's game of all things. [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FEARS:[/style] his siblings dying losing his partner having to chose between his siblings and the digital world not finding a way home being trapped at the family home forever [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HOBBIES:[/style] playing shamisen drinking brooding thinking [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] FACE CLAIM[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [i]Uta no Prince-sama[/i], Masato Hijirikawa by rimy ♥ of btn!

[MILK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 10px #02a1a7 solid;] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af214/tikiki/batch007/twikami-khr-homun-7602857.png); box-shadow: 5px 5px 0px #02a1a7; margin-right: 10px; position: absolute; z-index: 3; ] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 35px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 30px; ]EMILIO ETOILE[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -8px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]OTHER [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]this character is played maki [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 30px; font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NICKNAME:[/style] milo [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] AGE:[/style] eighteen [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] GENDER:[/style] male [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] SEXUALITY:[/style] straight [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] ETHNICITY:[/style] French [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONALITY INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] POSITIVE:[/style] Aimee quiet music reading eating training [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] DISLIKES:[/style] bad music noisy people his father being alone mirrors [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] OTHER INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HISTORY:[/style] Born to a young mother and an abusive father, Aimee and Emilio had little room for socialization at a young age. From the time of their birth, the young pair were attached at the hip. The young mother’s name was Rosalie. A beauty with long hair and gentle eyes. They were never to truly know their mother though. She never recovered from giving birth to the children, for she was but the age of sixteen when they were delivered. Her body had been frail and the doctors had told her that she would never be able to bear children safely. Her husband would have none of it though, and eventually she relented to the older man and agreed to try to have children so that he may have his heir. Francis Etoile, the man behind the suffering, was fifteen years older than his tender wife when she relented to him about having children. That placed him at the age of thirty one when the siblings were born. It was an arranged marriage, Rosalie was poor and her family wanted her to marry into a richer, higher position. They never once loved one another for it was a political marriage and she could never bring herself to actually have any sort of feeling for Francis. Still, she loved her children for the short time she had with them. Disappointment was clearly running high with Francis as he saw that he was not going to only have sons, but would also have to put up with having a daughter as well. Whenever he looked at Aimee, all he saw in her eyes was his dead wife that he had all but killed with his insistence at having a child. He didn’t feel guilt about what he had done, only disgust at the tiny female child that had been tacked along to his son. Emilio at an early age began to recognize the malice their father had for his tiny sibling and soon became extremely protective of her in what seemed like an instant. At the age of five, Francis attempted to separate the twins by setting them up with separate tutors. Aimee was instructed in the French language and Emilio in Italian. She was to learn to be a proper lady and he was to learn how to run a household such as the business ends of things. They were to be kept apart at all times and weren’t even to sit across from one another at dinner. Aimee would cry herself to sleep and night and Emilio would try and find a way to bring the pair back together. Walking with one of his tutors in the garden, Emilio soon found a way that the pair could at least communicate back and forth. Aimee pleaded with her tutor to take her out to the Rose Garden in order to learn French and Emilio would plead to be allowed to study in the Hyacinth Garden next door. They would be separated by just a hedge and could easily pass notes back and forth to one another. Of course the teachers knew exactly what was going on. They did not approve of the way that Francis would keep the kids apart, knowing that in the end it would drive them even closer in all. At the age of ten, Aimee had become fluent in French and was teaching Emilio through the notes they were passing and the same with Emilio and his Italian. With the notes, they would pass tiny flowers and trinkets along. Once, when Emilio had gotten to go to town with Francis, he had bought a tiny silver locket that he put his and Aimee’s picture in. The locket had an imprint of a beautiful hyacinth flower on it. He told his father that it was for a girl he had met at one of the socials that his father was constantly putting on, attempting to find Emilio a wife and Aimee a husband in order to get everything on track, the way he wanted it. If he could try and make an arranged marriage soon enough, Aimee would be out of his hands in no time. She wore the locket everyday, under the top of her dress and would only take it out when she thought that her father would never see. In turn, when she went to town with one of her maids Aimee found a trinket for her brother. It was similar to the locket that he had bought for her, only his had the imprint of a rose instead. She passed it to him during one of their lessons a few moments before he passed hers to him. Francis delighted in questioning his children in order to try and find something that they had happened to do wrong. He was particularly interested in catching Aimee at doing something that would cause for her punishment. As a nervous reflex she went and grabbed at the tiny silver locket that she held so dear. Immediately recognizing it as the token Emilio had bought, Francis was in an uproar. He demanded to see the picture inside. It was one that put them as mirror images, each reaching out for the other in a desperate manner. There were to be no more tutors and no more socials, for either of them. He knew now that they couldn’t possibly be his own children, but Rosalie had to have mated with the devil to have created twins so attached as these. They would be the downfall of the household and they would ruin him. He would never get them married off. If they wanted to be together so desperately then together they would stay. He didn’t put them in the same room, for that would be shameful. Instead he put them in rooms right next to each other, with what looked like a mirror that covered half of one of the walls. This was the only way that they could see each other, through the mirror at certain times of the day. They couldn’t figure out a way to see each other at the same time, the light just never shone in the right direction for it. Each day they would spend their time, singing out in their respective languages to one another and one of them was always watching the other. At night they would fall asleep on the floor next to the mirror, hands desperately reaching out to touch the other. Francis re-married. Another young girl, not quite as young as their mother had been. This girl was of the age of twenty while he was forty three at the time. He was determined to have children of no relation to Satan, as his first children had been. She too was a pretty girl, her name was Annette. She would have no problem bearing children for Francis, so said the doctors and that was the main reason he married her. He cared nothing of love, only of a suitable heir to pass on his namesake to. Aimee began to become even more withdrawn, sleeping all the time, even when it was her turn to look through the mirror at her brother. She found more comfort in sleep than in being awake, separated by just a window pane. They tried to break the glass, one at a time but it was to strong for the flimsy materials of which their furniture was made. When she wasn’t sleeping, Aimee was writing furiously in a journal that she had found in the drawer of one of the dressers in the room. She drew pictures of the gardens in it and pictures of when they were children, hiding in the garden from their father. While his sister was becoming more subdued, Emilio became wilder and more outrageous. The furniture in his room was long destroyed by his own hands and the curtains torn at tattered. By the age of sixteen it appeared as if he had become the demon his father claimed him to be. All the while, Annette was told that the house was haunted and that sometimes the restless ghosts would try and get out of hand. But never to fear, her and her baby were safe from all harm as long as she didn’t go to the third floor of the mansion and open the last two doors. It was the only thing that kept her safe. Annette followed the advice of the servants, never going past the second floor for there was no reason for her to even bother with the third floor. It was where most of the servants lived anyways. She was an air headed woman, not intelligent like Rosalie had been. All she cared about was frolicking through the rose gardens where Aimee and Emilio had once shared secrets notes and exchanges back and forth. Emilio saw this, and the beast that had caused him to be so destructive grew, causing even more trouble. Still, Aimee began to sleep more and more, falling into a terrible depression that only looking through the mirror could abate even a little bit. She waited sleepily everyday for a chance to glimpse at the only person that cared for her and the only that she cared for. One day, the pair sat there and Aimee began to sing a slow ballad in French, just a simple song to keep her awake while she waited the light to reflect the right way so that she might see her brother on the other side. Emilio heard this and began to sing the same ballad in Italian. All of a sudden, the light reflected from a large mirror that Annette had some of the servants carry outside in order for her to admire herself while she was in the Rose Garden. She was such a shallow woman. As the light reflected off Emilio’s side the natural light his Aimee’s and once again they saw each other, and the desperate images they had become. He had wild eyes and her own were full of shadows and sunken in. They both held the same desperate look though and that was enough for Emilio. He backed away from the mirror and at full force pushed his own body against it, shattering it into a million pieces, never to be repaired. A large gash was cut into his arm to create a scar that would last him the rest of his life. Aimee was weak, she hadn’t been eating as much as she needed to lately and sleeping more and more. She had been tiny all through her life but now it was to a ridiculous standard. Emilio’s eyes were still wide as he walked over to his sister, finally they were reunited and now it was time for them to escape. Aimee was only barely aware of the fact that her brother had broken through the glass and thought that it was but an illusion or a dream placed there by the exhaustion again. So often she had pictured her brother breaking through the glass to save her and so now she couldn’t tell. She was fading in and out of reality once more. Attracted by the commotion, Francis rushed up the stairs to see what the demon children had done now. He opened the door to Emilio’s room first and seeing it in total and utter chaos he wondered if he shouldn’t have just killed the children outright instead of letting them live out their lives behind closed doors. Now, if he didn’t do something, the secret would be exposed. The estranged man looked over at the mirrored wall and saw that it had been broken out. He thought that Emilio or Aimee had killed themselves to get through that wall. He about had a heart attack when he watched as Emilio exited out of Aimee’s room, carrying her in his arms as though she were a child. She barely weighed more than one. His eyes were still wild and they were what scared Francis the most. He had no choice but to give up to their demands of real food, instead of the cold food they had been eating for almost seven years. Francis had an idea though, he could still keep his older son, and probably re-train him if he got rid of Aimee. So he sent his wife in, to try and seduce Emilio. Francis had set them up in new bedrooms, far away from one another. Aimee had not yet spoken to anyone, save for whispering what she wanted in Emilio’s ear. Other than that she refused to speak to anyone. She hadn’t actually spoken to anyone in such a long time that she had little desire to do so. Therefore Francis chalked her down as being a mute. He never bothered to pay attention that she did speak, only to Emilio though. So late at night, following her husbands orders, Annette made her way to Emilio’s room where the twins were both sleeping, refusing to be separated from one another again. She found him sleeping in the chair while Aimee was sleeping in the bed. Annette took him by surprise, placing her lips on his before he was even fully awake. This was one time that Aimee wasn’t asleep though, for fear that she would be separated from Emilio in the middle of the night while they slept. She had been watching as Annette creeped into their room and was calculating a way to get rid of her as soon as she made her way to her dear brother. Sneaking up behind her as quiet as a wraith, she pushed Annette of her brother and onto the floor. This time it was her eyes that held the wild look and seeing them made Annette run screaming for the door. She would have no part in her husbands ideas anymore and the siblings would have nothing to do with the house at all. They would set out as soon as Aimee was ready to travel. A few weeks later they were on their way to get as far away from their prison as possible. The two never to be separated again. They set their sights on traveling the best they could around the world to find a place that their teachers hadn’t even spoken of. A far off region that would give them both a new start. [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FEARS:[/style] losing his sister his sister falling in love being trapped having to leave the digital world his sister hating him [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HOBBIES:[/style] working out exercising training [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] FACE CLAIM[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [i]Kateyo Hitman Reborn[/i], Rokudo Mukuro by rimy ♥ of btn!

[yanyu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 10px #02a1a7 solid;] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af100/NickyGabriel/rozne/tophicons16.png); box-shadow: 5px 5px 0px #02a1a7; margin-right: 10px; position: absolute; z-index: 3; ] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 35px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 30px; ]XIA, YANYU ZHENZHEN[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -8px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]savers [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]this character is played maki [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 30px; font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NICKNAME:[/style] yan [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] AGE:[/style] seventeen [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] GENDER:[/style] female [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] SEXUALITY:[/style]pansexual [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] ETHNICITY:[/style] chinese [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONALITY INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] POSITIVE:[/style] athletic decisive high endurance self reliant focused determined honest persistent [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NEGATIVE:[/style] hot headed violent spoiled rebellious guarded rude unforgiving jealous distant mistrusting [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] LIKES:[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] DISLIKES:[/style] being treated like an invalid [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] OTHER INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HISTORY:[/style] write your character's history here. [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FEARS:[/style] list/paragraph your character's dislikes in here. [STYLE=background-color: #20898d; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HOBBIES:[/style] list/paragraph your character's dislikes in here. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #02a1a7; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] FACE CLAIM[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #02a1a7 solid; border-bottom: 5px #02a1a7 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [i]series name[/i], character name by rimy ♥ of btn!