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Christian Sinclair

17 | Year 4

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a character in “Misaki Creek| An All Boys Academy”, as played by Alise120

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"Contemplation can be such a fickle feeling....but I can see why."





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Full Name:
Christian Gable Sinclair




Age:
♍ Seventeen




Nationality:
Full British/English (Pip! Pip! Cherrio!)




Year:
Year Four




Sexuality:
Asexual (Ummm....Yeah.)






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Height:
6'2''

Weight:
163lbs

Body Type:
Slender muscular

Skin Color:
Ivory

Hair Color:
Pure silky white

Hair Length:
Neck Length

Eye Color:
Right eye||icy blue-Left eye||light gold

Scars:
He has a scar running up the inside of his arm but he will never tell how he got it...

Clothing:
Christian's favorite attire is always something classy, refined and has an old fashion feel to it; yet has a natural simplicity to it. His signature shades are always black and white. He mostly, when he is out of school, wear's a white linen blouse with dark grey slacks and white docker loafers. Coming from a wealthy background, Christian used to wear by force, when he was back in London with his parents before he moved to Japan to live with his uncle, extravagant clothing that ranged from the finest tailor-made suits to the most elegant of lapels and cufflinks, added by the most lavish of jewels. He loathed wearing those types of clothing seeing them as over the top and too much, opting to wear button-down blouses, dark denim jeans and laced-up boots. His apparel colors always have blacks, whites, grays, and earth-tone hues.





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Supernatural Affliction:
Born spirit of the gorgeously pure yokai, Christian is "kitsune" or nine-tailed fox who achieved is level of power at an early age. Coming to Japan, his uncle helped hone in his magical skills of basically being a "super humanoid" who could almost be above mortality if it wasn't for the fact of him still being a mortal. If Christian dies, than he can go to a higher level of yokai and live immortally but Christian doesn't want that to happen. He hates being born this way and tries to ignore his yokai spirit that desperately wants to stay true to form. He also can shape-shift into mostly any human or animal form but for a limited of time and can heal light minor wounds but not major ones. He only transforms when a situation greatly needs it. (Like hell he would let that happen....)

Skills:
Artistic- One of his great talents! The art world of great artists of mankind he could draw, painstakingly breathtaking just like them. His favorite artists to copy after are Da Vinci, Michelangelo and Raphael, reverencing their art in the way he paints and molds clay and marble.
Academic- As we know, Christian is a child prodigy, he being one of the top valedictorians at high school. Even though his outer appearance looked deceiving to any intellectual and/or elite background, his mind was always of higher learning.
Athletic- He does dabble in the professions of fencing, kendo, martial arts and any form that deals with swords and fighting. He works out at the gym daily at his uncles place after school. When he was back home at his estate in London, Christian used to play polo, tennis and golf and he used to horse ride in the woods, frequently.

Favorite Class:
Social Studies,World History and Art


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Likes:
✔ Colors blue, grey, black and white
✔ Having his private space
✔ Reading intensively
✔ Swimming
✔ Smooth jazz
✔ Exploring new places
✔ Meditating
✔ Drinking peppermint tea

Dislikes:
✘Creepy crawling insects
✘Having allergies
✘Colors orange, green, purple and yellow
✘Untidy slobs
✘Cold weather
✘Being looked down upon
✘Loud people
✘Earl grey tea

Personality:
First glance, automatically, you wouldn't know what to say to him because by then he would bore into your eyes silently, almost as if he was piercing your soul with his intense gaze. Introductions aren't Christian's cup-of-tea and he would rather the person come up to him and introduce themselves first. Only a few, that he would know personally, would have him come up to them first. Extremely practical, Christian's world remained in reality, he never day dreaming in a fantasy world that was unattainable. To him, reality suited him better than fairy-tales. Most of the time, he can be kind and thoughtful, a gentle quiet aura surrounding him, but he can be the total opposite; cynical, cold-hearted and unforgiving, when he has been crossed and wronged.

Self -discipline is his middle name. Perfection is in his blood. Intelligence he regards highly. A prodigal child, he is truly. Being completely complex is his second nature. He is human as well, having a folly here and there. He can be aloof and detached from the world, not being much of a sentimental fool. If you asked him a question or want him to compliment you, he can be overtly critical and analytical to a fault, thinking he was giving the best advice or compliment for you. He hates ignorance and stupidity; yet, he is a humble person who stuck up for people who were bullied or taunted. Christian, however, never let his feelings show; his expression, mostly, remaining neutral and solemn, betraying nothing.

This can make him seem mysterious and secretive, he chatting little to none about his own personal life, saying only a few choice words that he thought was appropriate to be spoken. But if you become a friend of his, he will be the most loyal and dependable comrade. He will have your back at all times and will keep your secrets on lock down in his mind. He has a soft spot for children, hating when a child is treated badly or taken for granted, knowing how it feels to be treated as such since his own parents were rarely there for him. Outwardly, Christian is often mistaken as being kind, quiet and aloof, people automatically wanting to figure out what he was thinking but, inwardly, he cared about those who were near and dear, sometimes going out of the way to help and support them.

To put his personality in a few mere words, he is very loyal, furiously passionate, dynamically complex, chilled and relaxed, strong-willed, effortlessly determined and a deep thinker intelligently.

Miscellaneous:
-Tends to gaze into peoples eyes for a long time when he is bored.
-Smooths his hair back when he's frustrated.
-Has a silver chain necklace that he keeps around his neck at all times.
-Loves children and babysitting them if he can.
-Secretly, got his ears pierced without his parent's permission.




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So begins...

Christian Sinclair's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kito Viltrol Character Portrait: Seto Viltrol Character Portrait: Rien Character Portrait: Christian Sinclair Character Portrait: Sorin Silivasi Character Portrait: Adrian Silivasi Character Portrait: Hiroshi Tatsuno

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Image The morning of school, first thing Seto is doing is he woke up early and started baking, even before getting dressed. This morning he made some mini corn dog muffins, it's a special recipe that he made makes for breakfast with hot dogs, cornflower and katcup. They are out of this world. He kind of hopes that the twins might like it and even Chris. They're not sweet or anything, it's just it was a good breakfast idea. Well anyways, he shrugged it off and put them into a little tupperware. He made enough for them to have at least one, and some extra, just in case.

Baking was one thing Seto always loved doing, it got him away from the world and into his own. He could bake anything and everything, not a thing he failed at when it came down to it. Sure he can't eat himself, least not too much human food, but he had friends who could, friends that he admired for it. If Seto ate human food, he couldn't really taste it, unless it was super sweet, to the max.

Normally the only thing he could eat was raw meats loaded with blood. It was the only thing he could taste and unlike his father, he couldn't just live off of blood itself, he had to have meat too. And as odd as he thought it was, he just accepted it, but never once did he eat something like that infront of anyone other than his dad, or maybe even Rien, whom he grew up with.

Rien was Seto's neighbor for as long as he could remember. He is so comfortable around him, that people might mistake it for something more than just friendship. It sometimes get Seto wondering if he truly is inlove with that man, or if it's just misjudgment because they known each other for so long. It's not like he would try anything to him, because he is a teacher and Seto is a student the last thing he wants is for his friend to get into trouble all because of him.

After getting dressed and putting the muffins into his bookbag. He went up to his fathers room with a small black/silver bottle. "Pa-pa! It's time for school, are you awake yet?" Seto slowly opened the door and giggled when he saw his dad was sound asleep still. Shaking his head he set the bottle down on the nightstand and shook his father awake. "Pa-pa! It's time for school."

Unlike Seto, Kito wasn't a day person, even if he worked for the school , he still wasn't a day person. ""Hmm, Im up, just to lazy to get up."

He giggled at his dad and handed him the bottle. "It's fresh, drink it while it's warm."

"Got it."

Getting to school was fast, seeing as his father take no time in getting there slowly. In fact, they never drove slow, it was just something Vampires did. Fast to humans was slow for them and fast for them was lightening speed for humans. Once they got to school, his father and him took separate ways after he kissed his son on the forehead, throwing his dark shades on and headed inside.

Seto smiled and waved his father off, walking over to a bench, waiting for his friends to show up. He pulled out a note book and started to write music in it. Humming just a little, and minding his own business.


Image The mornings for Kito always dragged on, never in his life did he like the sun. Nor did he long for it's hot and burning beam of light. To him it was disgusting and miserable. A waste of time, for him he wished it to always be night.

Once he got to the library he automatically pressed the button so that all the curtains would shut. Flipping on the dimmed lights, lights enough to read with, but not bright enough to irritate Kito. Along with a gentle fireplace on each side of the library. Students who came in always thought it was cold, so those were recently put in.

After he was done with that, he fixed his hair slightly and sighed, walking back into the lightened school, he made his way over to the teacher's lounge. Where he unexpectedly met the Head Master. Quietly he nodded at him and put one of his black/silver bottles into a pit of hot water, seeing as he couldn't put silver in the microwave. He took hot water from the water jug and put it into a pot. Dropping his head over the water that held his bottle he closed his eyes. "Looks like another year in paradise." He mumbled to himself, but knew that the Head Master heard him. He didn't bother to be quiet about it. Too tired to care.

Once it was done he took it out of the water and dried it off with his sleeve. Taking a long sip of the warmth, put color into his skin, making it seem he was human. It even put him into a better mood and you'd think, what he just said, didn't come out of him.

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Character Portrait: Seto Viltrol Character Portrait: Christian Sinclair

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"Oh my,...what a lovely day it is...but I don't want to be tardy!"





ImageThe immediate sound of the alarm from the wide flat-screen television on the front wall went off, playing a nice mellow smooth jazz tune. A muffled moan and a silhouetted form shifted lightly underneath the silk ivory sheets, quite disturbed from dreamy slumber. A porcelain pale long slender hand appeared from under the covers moving the sheet slightly down, immediately revealing a shock of pure white hair. The hand lazily sauntered over to the chrome-plated night-stand, grabbing the remote control for the t.v.. Turning down the sound, the form slowly drifted into an upright position, revealing a groggy ivory highly attractive face and a toned muscular upper bare chest.

His eyes slowly opened, presenting two unusual, yet miraculous heterochromia set of orbs: one icy blue and the other light gold. He ruffled his hair and looked at the silver clock on the opposite wall of his lavishly expensive futuristic loft room.... 6:40 am.... Blinking emptily for a few minutes, he then realized he was going to be late for orientation and dorm accommodation day at Misaki Creek.... He was going to be late!!!! The young man, named Christian, hurriedly got out of bed, rushing around the room to find all of his things he needed to get ready. There was a brief knock on the door before the butler entered in, looking cool and calm as ever despite his master running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

"Master Sinclair, everything is prepared for you so don't worry. Take a nice shower and put on your uniform.", he cheerfully chimed as Christian slowed in his tracks taking a deep breath. With a half lazy smile, Christian nodded and walked into the large adjacent posh grey bathroom. Stripping of his night pants, he slipped inside the crystal ornate shower and turned the sliver knobs, letting the jet spray warm water hit his form. Christian smoothed his silky hair back and took in the relaxing sensation the pulsating jets offered. This was going to be his second and final year at Misaki Creek and he was a little disappointed that he had to graduate and leave Japan to go to a prestigious university back in London.

He was going to leave some good friends behind, never knowing if he was going to visit anytime soon. Christian sighed quietly at that as his back softly hit against the grey marble wall... After ten minutes in the shower, a soaked Christian got out, wrapping his lower half with a beige fluffy towel. He walked over to the large bathroom mirror and stared blankly at himself as he grabbed a clear blue tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste. From outside his bathroom, Christian's uncle strolled into his room and took a seat on a black leather couch. "Make sure to give the headmaster my warmest regards! He has done a lovely job with honing your yokai, beautifully.", he spoke loudly.

"Yes, I will but could you give me some privacy?", Christian replied slightly annoyed, he then spitting out the remaining toothpaste in the sink. His uncle chuckled softly and shook his head, "You always like to be left alone and no one bothering you at home but when you are at school, you become an extroverted lad who likes everyone's company. I really don't get you sometimes even though I have practically help raised you.", he went on and on while Christian mentally rolled his eyes as he gargled his mouth. Christian's uncle waved his hand at the butler, "Make sure to pack all of Christian's luggage into the limo.", he ordered, the butler bowing in affirmation as he exited the loft.

Christian exited the bathroom, zippering up his grey school trousers, "I'll leave you alone and let you finish getting ready... Since the school serves breakfast, I think you should wait to eat until you get there.", he rising from his seat and exiting with a wink on his face. After another five minutes putting on the rest of his school uniform and dousing himself with the finest light cologne, Christian exited his room with his black satchel book-bag slung over his shoulder, quickly heading down the white marble steps to the foyer. Five butlers and maids on each side lined the entrance to the front door. One maid swiftly came behind him and gave him a big bear hug, "I'll miss you so, Chrissy-chan!", she happily said, squeezing him almost to death.

Christian's eyes almost bugled out of his head, "I get it.... I'll miss you too.", he strained, trying to come up for air. Quickly, the head maid swatted the young maid, "Stop that! You know not to hug the young master so tight.", she scolded, reprimanding her for her actions. The maid gave a loud pout and let Christian go from her "death grip". Straightening himself, Christian gave a small smile to the maid, "It's okay, Beatrice.... I like Mura-sama's hugs.", he chuckled softly as he closed the space between the chipper maid, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. The maid quickly blushed and fainted on the spot causing everyone to shake their heads.

After everyone said their goodbyes to Christian and the head maid trying to shake the amorous-struck maid out of her stupor, Christian, now outside, momentarily looked back at the manor and his uncle, "Make sure to call me tonight when you're settled in your dorm.", his uncle said, patting Christian on the back. Christian only nodded and seated himself in the limo, "Please don't call and bother me too much. I need the space.", he replied, not wanting his uncle annoying him and being in his business. His uncle only winked and stepped back from the driveway as the chauffeur closed Christian's side of the door and got inside the drivers seat.




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And so, after exiting the driveway and driving down the road, the sleek black Rolls-Royce jetted, cherry blossom petals swiftly fluttering in the wind around the limo, "Ummm, Ricky?", Christian spoke up, "Could you put on my favorite song?". The driver nodded, "Of course, master Sinclair.", he answered, a sweet mellowed tune quickly filling the limo. Christian relaxed against the leather upholstered seat, humming quietly to the song. The ride didn't take too long and soon the Rolls-Royce arrived in front of the school gate causing a couple of the students to look on curiously. The chauffeur stepped outside and causally opened Christian's door.

Stepping outside, the morning light reflected off of Christian causing him to unnaturally glow, cherry blossoms swirling softly around his ivory pale, tall statuesque form. The male students watched in awe as Christian smoothed his hair, nonchalantly, back, silver rimmed aviator shades donning his face coolly, "Thank you, Ricky.... You know where my dorm room is so you can put my luggage near the door.", he politely conjectured. The chauffeur bowed and began taking out the luggage from the trunk. Noticing that he had eyes on him, Christian bowed gracefully to them, "Good day... I hope you all have an enjoyable new school year.", he smiled. They all just nodded dumbfounded as Christian began his stroll around the familiar school grounds.

Having some time to spare, it only being 7:50 am, Christian walked with great graceful strides around the campus until he saw a good friend of his lounging on a near by bench, doodling away to his hearts content. With a knowing lazy smile, Christian quietly walked up to Seto, "Ah.... What might you be doodling, my good man?", he chuckled softly, folding his arms to his chest. Knowing he didn't have long before he was to graduate and head back to England, Christian couldn't help but stare wistfully at Seto behind his dark sunglasses. Secretly sighing deeply, Christian wished so desperately that he could have another year at Misaki and be with his friends.

But that was not to be, Christian finding it increasingly hard to say goodbye and depart from such a fine supernatural academy. "I know you made the twins and I something so tell me, what highly delicious cuisine you brought with you today?", he cheerfully said, his stomach, embarrassingly, beginning to growl. If Christian didn't eat something right away, he was certainly sure he was going to pass out from hunger. With that, Christian took a seat next to Seto and put his arms on the back of the bench, crossing his legs elegantly as he took in the spring morning scene gratefully, "Just....Gorgeous...".

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Character Portrait: Seto Viltrol Character Portrait: Christian Sinclair Character Portrait: Sorin Silivasi Character Portrait: Adrian Silivasi

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Bodies tired, legs sore, feet aching, the path to school was a long one. For Adrian and Sorin, anyways. Their house was several miles from their destination, Misaki Creek Academy. Before they left, their older cousin offered to give them a ride but they had to refuse. Adrian had a bad case of motion sickness, after all. Sorin had thrown a tantrum at the house, but Adrian didn't give in. There was no way he would allow his body to enter a vehicle that moved, ever. And splitting up on their first day of school was not an option so Sorin grudgingly followed his brother.

"My lungs..." Sorin gasped,"Collapsing!" He threw his hands onto his chest. Adrian rolled his eyes. The two had been walking a couple hours, but both were in fine enough shape to handle this. Especially since the pace of their walking was slow.

"Stop being such a baby, Rin." Adrian mumbled. He readjusted the straps of his duffel bag, making his light gray cardigan fall onto the ground. The cardigan belonged to his outfit given to him by the school as part of the uniform. He wasn't too keen on the double layers so he had thrown it over his shoulder until they got to school grounds. Sorin on the other hand was excited to wear his uniform. Unlike most mornings, he woke up early just to put on his uniform and look good for the day to come. Everything had been going good too, until he realized he had completely forgotten to tie a tie. So it was still hung around Sorin's neck, untied.

The sound of water running made the twins look up. The sound was coming from the creek that they both knew was located near the school. The twins gave each other a look, Sorin smiling. Adrian sighed and nodded his head up and down. It was a cue for Sorin, saying Adrian didn't mind if Sorin ran up ahead.

As Sorin ran down the last of the sidewalk to the school, Adrian bent down to pick up his cardigan. Times like this made Adrian wish he had as much enthusiam towards school as Sorin did. The two boys had different mind sets. All school did was make Adrian stress, and since he just bottled it up, it definitely was not healthy. The red-haired boy continued walking, watching his brother intently as he ran.


Sorin's feet slapped the sidewalk hard. His excitement replaced the exhaustion that had just seconds ago made him drag his feet. When the gates of Misaki Creek Academy came upon him, he turned. The wide expanse of school greeted him. Seeing the school again made him feel at home. Sure, this was only his second year of school here, but after having to leave his real home in Romania, it was hard for him. The year before MCA was the first year the two boys lived in Japan and neither one liked it. When they were accepted into the school, and Sorin made some friends, it was like being back in Romania.

The sight of friends made Sorin slow down to a jog. Making sure they didn't see him, he snuck up behind Christian, the older of the two friends. His body launched forward and onto the blonde haired boy's back.

"Boo!" Sorin yelled. To help from falling off, the blue-haired boy wrapped his arms around Chris' shoulders and his legs around his waist. As he attached his body to Chris', his twin brother walked up. Adrian dropped his bag onto the ground next to the bench that Seto was sitting on. The cardigan he had dropped early was now gently tied onto the strap of the black bag.

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Character Portrait: Seto Viltrol Character Portrait: Christian Sinclair Character Portrait: Sorin Silivasi Character Portrait: Adrian Silivasi

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Image "Ah.... What might you be doodling, my good man?" Chris chuckled softly, folding his arms over his chest. Chris was probably the only one who could catch Seto off guard, with is light foot steps and quiet arua. It was almost like the man was a ghost or some sneaky animal. Sure Seto had the power of hearing even a bug crawl, but sometimes when he was lost in thought, he'd forget to hear or focus.

The sound of Chris's voice made Seto's cheek flush a soft pink color as he looked up smiling. "Good morning, Sinclair." Handing Chris's his note pad, all it had was music notes and no lyrics. Some notes where off the chart lines and others were upside down or right side up. None of his music ever made since to people, even his music teacher had hard times of understanding. But the only thing that mattered what that he himself understood it all.

"I know you made the twins and I something so tell me, what highly delicious cuisine you brought with you today?" Chris cheerfully said, his stomach starting to growl as he sat down next to Seto comfortably. The sound of the mans stomach made Seto giggle, shuffling his hand away inside his bag, starting to pull out the baked goods.

"Well...it's corn dog muffins. I hope that it's ok." Blushing more feeling a little shy, he opened the container to offer Chris some. He always did love feeding Chris, seeing his reactions to Seto's cooking was always so cute. "There is plenty so have as much as you like."

But before Chris could respond Sorin had snuck up on him "Boo!" Sorin yelled, wrapping himself around Chris' shoulders and his legs around his waist.

Smiling softly, Seto put down the container onto the bench, taking his book back from Chris so that it wouldn't fall. "Morning Silivasi, you too hungry?" He said to Sorin, but lifted his hand to wave ever so softly at Adrian, as if to say good morning to him too.

The twins were the first friends he had ever made in school. The others would mostly, stay away from Seto, knowing he is the son of Kito, it was hard to be friends with a Teacher's son. But he was fine by it, it left him to his studies and his music. He wasn't sad about not having friends or anything, he actually sat back and enjoyed watching others and their lives fly past with fun, drama, sadness, happiness, it just went on and on. Seto felt like he was in it without being close to it. So in a way everyone was like secret friends of his. He grew to know almost everything about everyone. Even though he has only been in high school for about a year or two, it was still easy.

In the end, he did end up with a few great friends, it's something that he'd always put first, before himself. Seto was only afraid of one thing when t came to his friends, and that was of himself. What if they got hurt or something bad happened to them. Seto would snap and he doesn't know what would happen. He wishes he would never have that happen.

Rubbing his cheek softly, his smile slowly dropped. He could hear the sound of soft music in the air, it was distant, but he could hear it as if it was right next to him. Looking around from where he sat the music suddenly stopped. It was odd, it didn't even come from the school music room, sure there was someone playing there, but this was different. He felt as if he had heard the tune before, but couldn't remember where from.