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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
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
The lighthouseOn the top of the cliff
Facing the endless blue ocean
There is a place
Where a bright light shines
Guiding people through the night
And through the storm
A place of mystery and wonder
A sight to behold
Let its light guide you
So you can find happiness
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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