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Ascension Gate [OCT audition]Don't look back, that's what they want you do, that's how you get caught, that's how many of them get caught––
In the night, her feet continued to fly over the forest floor, their only pause being three minutes before, when she grabbed her crossbow and bolts from their hiding spot in a rotten stump. Even with her extra load, though, her panic made her keep running through the forest, towards the lake.
Away from Snow River City. And away from him.
("Are you trying to get us all caught?!"
"Verdan, shut up, right now! You might not have noticed, but we have bigger problems than you not toughening up!"
"I don't know if there's much more we'll be able to do for Lyric…"
"No. I know those eyes. No! I can't have you becoming a God! I won't let you slip by me again!")
She stopped when she finally reached the still shores of the Crystal Lake, only to frantically l
Ascension Gate OCT profile [Vesper Sinclair]GEN
Name: Vesper Sinclair (aka, Anna Beschen)
Weight: 124 lbs
Build: Relatively thin, but with toned muscles, especially with her arms and legs
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Wardrobe: Usually wears a black tunic, black pants, and leather boots. She often wears a thick grey coat during more chilly seasons.
Presence: Vesper has trained herself to make herself appear unassuming––still keeping a straight back, but only holding eye contact with others long enough to satisfy the bare minimum of societal norms. Her emotional numbness at times also makes it so that she doesn't show emotional reactions that could get her into hot water with the wrong people. If necessary, though, she'll let her her distrust of a person be made clear by giving a terrible glare, with barred teeth and a defensi
Wizardly Misadventures -4-
November 14, 2004
Outside near the Ravenwood campus, a teenage boy stormed out of his dorm room. As he was briskly walking away, he tried his best to smooth out his green hair and robes, which had become slightly disheveled. He flinched when his fingers touched his left eyelid and grimaced when he could feel a tear form from the stinging sensation. When he heard a door open behind him, his pace quickened.
"Hey wait! You okay?"
The boy gingerly placed a finger on the sore eye to wipe off the forming tear.
"Kane, we're sorry. It was an accident," an elegant, accented voice called out.
"Come back, man."
Kane ignored the voices as he entered a long, dark tunnel that was lit only by the small torches on the walls. As he continued to descend it, he could make out the echoes of footsteps not too far away.
"How many times do we have to apologize? Can't you at least turn that bleeding head of yours around and look at us?"
"Don't listen to that killjoy, Kane. At least say some
Profile - Katya L. Virtanen
Character Reference Sheet
Name: Katya Lydia Virtanen
DOB-DOD: March 16, 1987 April 30, 2004
Age: 17 at DOD
Height: 167 cm (5"5 ft.)
Weight: 48.99 kg (108 lbs.)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Straight, waist-length
Body Type: Has always been a bit thin, but has some curves. Fairly fit. Face is softly shaped. Full lips, slightly pointed nose, and medium-large eyes.
Distinguishing Features: An L-shaped scar on the back side of her right hand, which she got when a kitten scratched her.
Ethnic Group: Russian, Japanese, German
--Life: Enjoyed dark humor and constantly drawing anime. Always liked fiddling with her jade necklace when bored and starting random conversations with Natalia and her own best friends. Had begun to gain the habit of drawing people in the middle of class in a more realistic style. She also found certain guns (mainly snipers) and some military uniforms
Profile - Natalia S. Virtanen
Character Reference Sheet
Name: Natalia Sofiya Virtanen
Date of Birth: March 16, 1987
Height: 168 cm (5"6 ft.)
Weight: 50.8 kg (112 lbs)
Eye Color: Sapphire blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Straight, waist-length
Body Type: Has always been a bit thin, but has some curves. Fairly fit. Her face is more on the soft side, but her cheeks make it look thinner. Full lips, slightly pointed nose, and medium-large sized eyes.
Distinguishing Features: Has a small scar on her right arm from where a bullet grazed it.
Ethnic Group: Russian, Japanese, German.
Eccentricities: Unless she's at a farm or someplace that can be equally dirty, she loves wearing attire that includes black high-heeled boots, waistcoats, pea coats (during colder seasons), and ties. When bored and nowhere near a piece of paper, pencil, or computer, she likes fiddling with her hair. She also holds a dislike for sunny weather and loves rain
Changes for Myself
Change, in its most cliché form, is a part of life. Small or big; "good" or "bad"; improving something or making society take a step backwhether we like it or not, or even if we notice it, it happens for every living (and non-living) being in our world at some point. In other words, change, to me, is what make our livesespecially the monotonous onesmore interesting.
There are, though, aspects of us and our world that make us what to glower at the very mention of change, especially when the aspects in question involves stuff that we know deep in our heart would be, at best, difficult to achieve. In my opinion, this is most true when this involves wanting to make changes to our own character. To some degree, everyone strives to become the "perfect" person, whether for themselves or for everyone else's benefit. This quest for perfection seems to be one that nearly all of us like to accept. For most of us, it seems to be second nature.
Like my sister, friends, violin
Downsides to Rhyming CoupletsMy mind draws up blanks every time
I try to think of a clever rhyme
Rhyming tends to make me feel boxed in,
and I end up throwing each one in a trash bin.
Every time I try, I only stare at the paper
it makes me want to yell at it, "Bis später!*"
Sadly, I can't give init must be done,
and then I think sarcastically, "Oh, what fun."
I'm not surprised when I can't get ideas in an hour,
but it still turns my mood very sour.
Then I realize while I angrily curse
that because of this, I already miss free verse.
Wizardly MisAdventures -3-
September 12, 2004
The numerous clouds made the sky black as night above the streets of Triton Avenue. The chilling rain it brought made every inch of the neighborhood soaked, and the strong and angry wind deafened the sounds of the nearby waterfalls and the mill, which was perched on top of the high, purple-stoned cliffs above. It was a scene where peace and chaos seemed to mingle together, but where nature reigned supreme above it all. But for the Storm wizard standing in the center of a small arena, these occurrences didn't even phase him. The storm wasn't the reason why he seemed occupied.
Please tell me that you're not outside in Triton Avenue Ah who am I kidding? Of course you are.
The Storm wizard smiled at the comment. With his eyes closed, he tilted his head towards the sky and breathed in the air around him. The blue hat he wore fell off his head, leaving his snow-white hair to be barraged by the rain. The raindrops were like sharp, cold needles on his skin
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Mother Nature -free verse-
It's during summer, when plants are green
and insects thrive, that her stunning smile
and lively character truly
In autumn, the heat slowly departs.
The falling leaves start matching her glossy locks,
but it's also when her cheerful mood
begins to fade...
In the winter, silence reigns.
Her skin is barely darker than the snow--
and her sudden cruelty makes her colder
than the chilling air.
But then spring arrives:
The newfound warmth banishes the
birds begin to sing;
small blossoms burst from their branch's tips.
Every spring, it strikes a spark of hope
into her eyes,
a light that keeps growing.
By the time summer has come,
she's already full life again.
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