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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
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
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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