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Amelia Rosenclarke

"I trust others like how the rain falls. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes all at once."

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a character in “Astral Academy|The Bonds Between”, as played by FireandRain

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"Sometimes leaves have to fall before they can grow bright again."








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NAME:
Amelia Rosenclarke

AGE:
Eighteen

GENDER:
Female

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual

HEIGHT:
5'4"

WEIGHT:
115 pounds

DATE OF BIRTH|ZODIAC
January 1, 1995 || Capricorn







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LIKES:
โœ” Rain || Leaves
โœ” Animals || Nature
โœ” Classical Music || Instruments
โœ” Red Lipstick || Smiling
โœ” Bright Auras || Rainbows
โœ” Anything Sweet || Apples

DISLIKES:
โœ˜ Raw Meat || Eating Meat
โœ˜ Darkness || Coldness
โœ˜ Arrogance || Cockiness
โœ˜ Smoking || Liars
โœ˜ Lonliness || Mood Swings
โœ˜ Destruction || Chaos

FAVORITE POWER:
Reading people's auras and finding out their weaknesses. It helps her get to know others without actually talking to them or doing much work.

SKILLS:
"I'm quite the cook, but not everyone eats the same things as I eat. I also like to play guitar in my free time but no one knows that."







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PERSONALITY:
Amelia is the type of person that tends to keep to herself but doesn't mind the company of others. She likes to help out for others even though some may find her annoying. She is also very blunt and will get straight to the point with you which might make her sound like a bitch, but she doesn't seem to take notice. Amelia loves to smile and laugh at almost everything. She is also very opinionated and likes to believe she is right. Sometimes she'll use her power of suggestion on others to make sure she's right. However, she is open-minded and can agree that she is wrong sometimes. Sometimes.

Amelia is patient with others and also trusts others easily. But when something bad happens to her, Amelia's trust could vanish in an instant. She doesn't believe in the use of violence to get what she wants so she is a pacifist. But if someone is a bitch to her, she strikes back ten times bitchier. She doesn't usually like to show that side of her. Amelia wants to be known as everyone's friend, while she lacks a number of friends and loyalty.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Amelia is a vegetarian, believing that eating animals is just like heating another human.

So begins...

Amelia Rosenclarke's Story

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Amelia groaned, to the sound of nothing. She had awoken precisely at 7:29 am. and she waited for the sharp noise of her alarm clock. "Three, two, one," Amelia counted off in her head and the ringing came, about five seconds after her initial guess. She shrugged off her comforter, shivering at the coldness that instantly hit her. Running a hand through her bed-messed hair, she got up, her feet hitting the floor. She shivered again, tiptoeing quickly towards the bathroom. "Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!" She whispered to herself, until she finally got to the bathroom, which was even cooler than the rest of her dorm. She glanced back, already seeing that her roommate was gone. Last night, her roommate came late and Amelia didn't get to meet her. Hopefully she wasn't too bad.

Amelia brought her attention to the mirror of the bathroom and started to work on her appearance. Call it conceited or self-centered but people judge others first on their appearance. She quickly did her normal oral hygiene routine and curled her hair. She applied a bit of mascara, careful not to overdo it. Amelia looked herself over in the mirror and nodded, before slipping on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black muscle shirt with a cross on it. She wasn't actually religious, she just liked the shirt. She put some black converses and checked her clock. It was 8:00 now, which wasn't that bad. She walked towards the door, hoping that she might actually gain a friend, hoping that she wouldn't screw up her first day at this academy."First day," she thought. "Let's hope it's a good one."

She walked down the halls, smiling at random people who walked by her and receiving some back. After a few minutes, she entered the cafe, grabbing toast and some scrambled eggs. Looking around, Amelia noticed that most of the tables were surprisingly full. She checked the room again, finding only two tables that were open. One with a boy with what seemed like a permanent smirk. The other with a curly-haired boy who sat on the table instead of the chairs like everyone else was sitting on. She turned her head back to the first table, seeing him with another girl with thick, dark hair. Amelia watched as she walked away angry. Either she was not a morning person or the boy with the smirk said something wrong. She looked at the boy sitting on the table again and walked over.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here? On the chairs?" Amelia asked, holding onto her plate and looking up at the curly-haired boy on the table.

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Alena took a longer time than she normally did in a shower. The walk from her bedroom to the bathroom was pure torture. She had to remind herself that she needed to push herself out of the bed. Classes were today and she couldn't lie around all day. It was a horrible thing to do, but she even reminded herself that if she were at home, her father would never allow her to sleep late. She cringed at the thought. An image of a broken beer bottle flying into her room and shattering against the window right beside her bed flitted into her mind, a smaller version of herself nearly screaming herself awake. Shaking her head, Lena leaned her head against the cool wall of the shower, ignoring the initial repulse she had to the idea of a communal shower.

It still hadn't sunk into her that she was - in a sense - free. She felt almost selfish; her brother was not given these powers. With all of the work he did since her mother died, he should be gifted with abilities and allowed to attend a school that would hone them. Not her. Alena almost slipped into a depressive state before a pout from the imaginary Circe knocked her out of it. Lena smiled at the thought. Her friend, who was more like a big sister than anything else, hated it when she would get into these states and Lena constantly used the girl's face in her mind as a means for keeping herself tempered. Deeming herself clean, Lena turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, and with everything she owned in her grasp, scurried off to her room in hopes that she did not end up being seen.

After at nearly ten minutes, Lena was fully dressed and fixing her hair. Though she was never one to care too much about her appearance, Lena also understood that she was in high school. Image was everything and she didn't want to just walk around in sweats and tie her hair up in a chignon all day. Besides, she actually liked dresses and despite disliking her hair on numerous occasions, she liked playing around with it. When she was done, two braids were tied on either side of her head and then woved back together by a black ribbon. The rest of the strands fell down her back in soft and naturally curls. Satisfied, she grabbed a random handbag for the day and glanced around her side of the room, making sure it was neat. Her roommate was still asleep and Lena already tried to wake the girl up; the pillow thrown from earlier still in the center of the room. She left.

By the time Alena reached the cafeteria, there were a few students and the need to sprint in the other direction bubbled up inside her chest, but she squashed it down. It was no secret that Lena was shy. Albeit, a tad bit too shy, but when you grew up with a man that wanted to punch you every time you said the wrong thing, talking in front of others with the expectation of a negative response becomes the norm. Lena braced herself and walked to get food, smiling at the server that made her plate for her. Once satisfied with her pancakes, fruit and orange juice, Lena pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to both Circe and Ella for them to come for breakfast.

"Now, where to sit...?" Lena quietly inquired of herself, looking around. She could choose a window seat, giving herself a space to just be and drift. Her eyes flitted in the direction of familiar red hair and a small, but genuine smile lit up her face at who accompanied the red-haired girl. Lena blushed momentarily and turned away quickly before her eyes fell on a familiar face that she was comfortable with. With newfound energy, Lena headed in Amela's direction, smiling politely at the guy Amelia was standing near. "Good morning, Millie."

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Jugg was merely sitting there, listening to each song as it played in his ear. When a girl came over, he wasn't surprised one bit. He was hardly ever surprised. But this, this was obvious. He took out one of his ear buds and raised an eyebrow at her as she asked her questions. At first, Jugg didn't understand why she added the 'on the chairs' part, like there was anywhere else to sit. Then it sunk in and made since, considering he was sitting on the table in the first place.

"Sure, that's what the chairs are there for, aren't they? For sitting?" Jugg replied with a shrug before taking a big chomp out of his apple and about to get off the table before another girl came up. This girl with fairly white hair. Jugg flashed her more of an odd grin than a smile before easing off the table to where he was standing on the floor. He shot his apple into a garbage can near by and made it mid-center into the can. After cheering to himself quietly, which consisted of his throwing his arms up and saying "Yeeeeah!" in a whisper-voice. He then turned back to the girls.

"Please, sit! I assure you, the chairs don't bite. They're there for you to sit in after all." He said with a cheeky grin, putting his arms out to the chairs to gesture to the chairs he was talking about in a comical way. He then sat down in one of the chairs himself and looked around at all the people before looking back up at the girls. Today's going to be a long day.

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Amelia raised her dark eyebrows at the boy in front of her. Why would he tell her that the chairs were for sitting when he was placed loud and clear on the table? "They are for sitting, I suppose," Amelia said to him. Mentally shrugging it off, she set her tray on the table, easing her way onto the chair. Her eyes followed the path of the apple, as it flew into the trash. She rolled her eyes slightly at the reaction of the guy in front of her, taking a bite out of her toast. It was still warm and she savored the taste on her tongue. Amelia looked around the room, seeing bacon and sausages. She slightly cringed, taking pride in being a vegetarian. She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Millie!" Amelia heard, grinning and knowing that only one person used that nickname on her. She stood up, seeing a familiar blonde haired girl. She smiled, "Oh my God, Lena! I haven't seen you in forever," she exclaimed, wrapping her friend in a hug. She was glad that Lena showed up on time, so that she wouldn't have to be in an awkward conversation with the curl-haired boy. Speaking of him, Amelia glanced back at him as he held his arms up in a humorous way, talking about chairs again. Amelia only meant to ask him that question in a formal way, but things always take an interesting turn for her.

When he finally sat down on a chair, Amelia sat down too, dragging Lena with her. "This year is going to be great," she smiled, also hoping to make some more friends. She knew Lena had some other friends, Circe and Ella but Amelia wasn't acquainted with them as well. She looked at the boy again, realizing that she forgot to introduce herself. "I'm Amelia," she said. "And this is Lena."

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Lena bit her lip to keep from laughing at the curly-haired guy, but his antics after shooting the apple way caused a giggle to seep past her tight-pressed lips. She covered her mouth and a small blush dusted over her cheeks. Grinning and carefully moving her food out of the way, she accepted Amelia's hug.

"I know, right?" Alena responded to Amelia with gleeful eyes and a wide smile. "I've been so ready for this year. My brother worked so hard while I was gone last year just to boost up my wardrobe. I actually couldn't wait to wear something new for once." It was true. Alena never actually dressed up to impress anyone. She was never big into fashion, but maybe this year, she would put in an effort. Perhaps it was time to not look like the plain Jane of the group. Alena was brought from her musings by Amelia talking to the guy and she turned bright blue eyes his way.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."