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Seraph Zephania

"I hate all of you."

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a character in “Curtain up and Act!”, as played by TriuvLED

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"If you can't handle the truth, get out of my face."

Alt J - Tessellate

Florence & the Machine - Bedroom Hymns






Nickname
He has a lot, though normally he just goes by Seras. Among them are Raphael, Sir Raph, and woah-who’s-that-creepy-guy.

Gender
Male.

Age
Seventeen.

Sexuality
Asexual/Heterosexual/????

Love Interest
Rima gives him a lot of conflicting feelings so he pretends she has the plague and proceeds from there.

Spot/ Role
Seras is the quiet type of guy.

Face Claim
Rokudou Mukuro, from KHR.


Appearance Details
Seras, to put it bluntly, is clearly built for the catwalk... and being leggy, slender, and nearly six feet tall is just the start of it. Ridiculously photogenic, his black hair and white skin are of the highest quality. Mere mortals can only stand and gawk at his level of perfection. Seras’ face was constructed with elegance and drawn with a careful hand. Evenly proportioned with high cheekbones, tapering jaw, and straight, even teeth. His eyes are obsidian black, framed with long eyelashes. He is decidedly feminine, though the lean muscles underneath his clothing and the angular element to his face convert it into a sort of regal, delicate quality.

However, Seras’ godliness has been soiled by his sour personality. His eyes are always narrowed; suspicious and alert. Though he walks soundlessly and with innate grace, Seras’ shoulders seem to be slightly hunched at all times. His black hair and white skin have the potential to be exotic and striking, but with all of the black, monochrome patters Seras wears, those features are wasted, coming off as Gothic and cheap. Any punk can dye their hair black, after all. He would blend in easily if it weren’t for his cosplay and how damn creepy he is.

No, seriously. The guy doesn’t walk, he glides. Always glaring at everything all the time... it’s freaking weird. If that wasn’t enough, Seras has never been spotted in normal clothing, always clothed in some sort of gothic, macabre cosplay (never wearing any of the more positive or energetic types). Ever.

As beautiful as he is, Seras is just like any other pretty boy when it comes to fights. Though surprisingly strong, he isn’t tough in any way, shape, or form. Plus, perfect skin bruises easily and he doesn’t exactly have the highest level of stamina. Sure, Seras could try to run, but he certainly wouldn’t be able to go very far before collapsing. Then there’s that pesky, near-white skin of his. Talk about delicate. The top layers of his epidermis will start frying under even the lightest of UV rays without some sort of protection (clothing, sunscreen; you get the picture). Admittedly, that might be a factor behind his choice of clothing, but still.





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Likes/ Loves/ Desires/ Fancys
    Cosplay
    Reading
    Strange people
    Quiet

Dislikes/ Hates/ Detests/ Fears
    Fire
    Physical activity
    Society as a whole
    Being touched

The first thing you should know about Seras is that he lurks. Always in the background, always striving to dodge and hide from everything; from questions, to people, to stray beams of sunlight. He doesn’t want to get to know you, and no, he isn’t interested in sharing anything about himself either. Seras is just fine by himself with his cosplay, thank you very much.

He’s trying to get past high school with as little turbulence as possible. No friends, no drama, no harm done. Trouble is, his personality gets in the way of his goals more often than not. You see, Seras hates to conform, or change himself in anyway for stupid reasons. People don’t like him? Oh well. He gets in trouble? That’s tough. He still won’t care, either way.

Seras likes cosplay. It gives him character, dictates how he acts, and leaves the deciding to a costume so he doesn’t have to. When Seras is in a costume, he becomes the person who would wear that costume, so to make things easier he typically only wears things that he himself would wear. But still. He likes cosplay, and that sets him a part from the rest of the kids at school. It makes him different, and draws attention to a creature who would be better off living under a rock somewhere far away. Seras hates attention, but his unwillingness to conform forces him under the spotlight of infamy.

So the less tactful people like to come up to Seras, ask him questions. What’s with his clothes? Why doesn’t he ever like to talk to people? Does he think he’s better than everyone else, or something?

Now the thing with Seras is that, as I’ve said, he won’t change himself to fit in. Not his words, not his actions, and certainly not his opinions. Other people see this reluctance to fit in and mistake it for inability. So they swagger up to him, sure of their power in the situation, and how low he is in the social food chain to give themselves confidence. Big mistake.

Seras is a paranoid individual, so whenever someone approaches him he automatically assumes they’re there to mock the freaky guy. Though it would seem like he’s a cool and apathetic character from an outsiders perspective, Seras’ emotions are actually very volatile, and this assumption is more than enough to set them off.


    [] He’s bitter, angry, and brutally honest... which leads to him getting beaten up. A lot, actually.
    [] On the social scene Seras is just a creepy loser. Any and all positive relationships with him would have to be forged through sheer determination, and won with reluctance and grudging admiration.
    [] He has an almost comic distaste for anything normal teenagers would like/ take part in.
    [] Seras can be an excellent “actor”... as long as he and whomever he’s acting with are in total costume. But note, to him he’s not acting; he becomes whomever he’s playing. So, for example, if he was dressed up as vampire, come too close and he might bite.


Brief History
Seras was eight years old when his family died.

His grandmother told him a gas leak had set their house on fire, that they had all died in their sleep even before the flames had taken them. If he hadn't been over at a friend's house when it had happened, he'd have died too.

But Seras knew differently. The leak had started late at night, which was the time he'd sneak into his twin little sisters' bedroom to tell stories and share secrets. Though they were two years younger than him, Seras adored talking to them and the three were closer than anyone. They would've been awake, smelled the gas, and had told Mom and Dad. They would've survived.

So he blamed himself, quietly, as he settled into a new life with his grandmother. She was a widow, and lived alone in her mansion, so she welcomed her grandson. Though he had to change schools, his grandmother was extremely wealthy and gave him whatever he wanted, which wasn't much. Seras hated his new school, hated everyone who went there.

He had lost the will to fit in. What was the point, impressing and getting along with people you didn't give a damn about? So he just did what he wanted, cosplaying more and more often until nobody could even remember him wearing normal clothing. He broke rules, got made fun of, and beat up.

Seras wanted a private tutor, but no matter how many times he asked, his grandmother would refuse. She knew that school was the only thing keeping Seras in the proximity of others his age.





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So begins...

Seraph Zephania's Story

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Creativity Boost at School!
Foreplay: Trial exercise



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↷ Miss Meli

She'd been walking up to the school and think, that day. No, she did not own any car - such sheet of metal that could roll all around without anyone’s control - honestly; it'd been frightening only to think of getting into such things. No, Miss Meli preferred to walk, elegant and without any fear of crashing into the next best tree. It was a balmy autumn day, not something that she'd been hoping for, but that did not really matter right now. A smile hushed on her face, only thinking of all the members of her new found theatre club: marvellous, just marvellous. She was really looking forward to going to school that day - even if it would have rained, she'd stupidly walk through it without noticing because of her thoughts flying somewhere else. It’s a place of countless ideas flying in one endless sky; Ideas that were meant only for her lovely club. It was definitely the time to announce one of it. One trial run to get down some information about their actually skills - well, in other words, observation (additional threatening) material. It was only fair to let a teacher know about their abilities right? Not like it was a crime which she'd been doing all the time. No, definitely not.

She is an awesome teacher after all, second best at school after her boyfriend.

She arrived at the school, still grinning alone like a freak as she entered the yard. In the olden days, everything seem to cause such pressure on her - yes, who might believe that the confident Miss Meli had such times! - But now, all the trees, all the different kinds of students and everything else surround her work place were her opportunity. An opportunity she saw in her future - something she believed only she - Miss Meli - is able to do. Now, this school was her proud, though it would sound silly if you take a look on that normal Japanese school in a normal district in Tokyo. Yeah, well. What you call normal there is the right now - looking to the history, it's not really normal, but abnormal. Though that is something you have to find out yourself. Anyway, as Miss Meli entered the school, every good student should already be in their classes. That's why she waited. She knew that not every student in her club might already be at school, so she waited for them to finally announce the trial she'd in mind.

Waited... and failed.

She was just too impatient to wait, even if that meant some couple of seconds. She needed to say it right now. Right now. Or everything will go to waste - whatever that everything may be she is getting at. Well, she just wanted to find an excuse to do it right now, get it? She was a mature woman after all, everything has to be reasonable!

It was 8 o'clock as she grabbed the microphone and clicked the on button. Crackles were heard through the speakers from every class room and gentle wind - then, suddenly, as everyone’s attention were caught by the upcoming announcement, as every classroom decided to shut their mouth to listen to the announcer, Miss Meli shouted. Shouted so loud, that it might cause some of people’s ears still ringing afterwards.

"ANNOUNCEMENT to all members of the theatre club! I - Miss Meli - order you to come to the old building once the clock hits 9 o'clock! I want every one of you to come, or you insist on having me go for the extreme! You hear! You have to come! Oh, and Ryo? You know what? I love you~!"

With that, the announcement ended abruptly and the tingling voice disappeared. However, the grin on Miss Meli’s face did not fade yet.





1st Years (Everyone in the same classroom) -> Homeroom Teacher: Miss Meli
• Mayriss Errans
• Shouji Hiruka
• Rima Trinity
• Kenya Liliah
• Tembelle Yuu P.
• Yuzuki Morita

2nd Years (Everyone in the same classroom) -> Homeroom Teacher: Taitaijou- Sensei
• Cameo Melwoke
• Weston Triva
• Seraph Zephania
• Yamada Taiki
• Qudella Naru
• Kei Himura

:IMPORTANT NOTICE:
All of you do not necessarily know who else is in the theatre club except Yamada Taiki, the Student Council President of course! Only realise after everyone goes to the same destination would be, in my opinion, more of the fun!

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↷ Tembelle Yuu P.

Yuu woke up early that morning, and walked to the little garden in front of her grandfather’s house and started to collect the brown turned leaves, which soon enough formed two small mountains of those who had fallen. It was then when her grandfather lurked behind the slide door of the traditional Japanese house and greeted her with his usual smile. “Good morning, my daughter,”

It happened more often now that he’d mistake her for her deceased mother, but she did not mind. Although that dazzling smile may, or may not meant for her, she was still happy to receive a familiar gesture. Being again, in her kimono, she elegantly bowed. “I also wish you the best morning, grandfather,” Afterwards, it was time for her to prepare breakfast. Her grandfather was not able to care for himself any longer, so she assisted him the best she could. Never had she saw that as a burden – in fact, she loved to be any of use for him – for the one who’d cared for her after being told off by her own father. For her, he was the only one she could go back to – even after he’d completely forget about her.

Punctually, his caretaker came for him, so that she’d enough time to prepare for school. Everything was already there on the table, ready for her to grab, even in a nice order. Something she already arranged last night. Putting on every piece of her school uniform bit by bit, not rushed so it’d fit perfectly, she took her bag and bow out politely as she went for school. Her way there was not long; nevertheless, she took her time. Breathing in the fresh morning air, she’d faintly smile while relishing the morning silence – where the hectic were still far back. This was probably the main reason for her to go into school so early.

8 o’clock
As the bell rang, she’d already been on her seat, waiting for the lesson to begin. Every material needed for the lesson already was on her table – she was prepared for the lesson to start. Although then, even before the teacher could enter the classroom, a crackling sound from the speaker had shut every talking mouth in her class – as suddenly the loud voice attacked her ears, made her quickly press her palms on her ears to protect them from the tingling sound. Even then, the voice was still heard clearly, and she grasped the message. The old school building was a building not far from the new building which is no longer being used. A building that stood empty. Something caused her Goosebumps. She could only wonder about what they’ll do there exactly.


↷ Qudella Naru

Driiiiing.

Driiiing.

Driiing.


“Ugh… please, not moa….” One skilful swing with her hand, the buzzer flew down and crushed into pieces, which finally made that petite seventeen years old girl to awake from her wonderful dreams, which caused some drool hanging out of her mouth. No, she definitely was not a morning person, how hard she might try to wake up early – in the end; she always slept through the night peacefully, through all the seven hours. It was needed to retain her energies which she used all day long after all. Nevertheless, the result for her long slumber is always the same…

“Oh crap, I am late!,” Quickly jumping off the bed after realising the time, she went for the kitchen while still wearing her night clothes (of course, with teddy bears motives on it) and arranged her bento (lunchbox) and grabbed a plain bread as then she finally realised her lacking something: Her uniform! “Ùhh… I can’t swear, I can’t swear, I can’t swear!“, she repeated a couple of time as she ran upstairs, always taking two steps as she stumbled upon her own mess. Then, she couldn’t help but sizzle: “Damnit!” As she took the initiative to use her anger for an energy boost, taking her uniform and hectically put it on.

Then, slipped into her rollers, she closed every door and finally went for school. “Don’t be closed, don’t be closed, don’t be closed,” Like a mantra, she reiterated her hope – which didn’t go to waste. The guard was there, but there was still a space. A space for her to slip through. And she managed it. “I AM IN, AHAHAHAHAHA!,” She shouted like an idiot while posing in a (kinda) cool pose as the security guard chased her into the classroom.

8 o’clock
Still in the hallways, she heard that terrific announcement, and felt nothing but excitement. Not being near any speaker, the voice of Miss Meli speaking was not as loud as it is heard in a classroom. A wide smile is showed on her small round face as she opened the class door loudly and went for her homeroom teacher, Ryosuke Taitaijou Sensei. “Sorry for the late – eh, sorry for being late! And morning! Isn’t it a lovely morning?,” She chirped while not feeling any guilt at all.

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#, as written by Damioa
Ryo didn't like arriving to the school early. It was more of something he was programmed to do. there was a number of reasons he had to arrive early but the number one reason he hated most of all was catching up on work he missed while dealing with a certain someone. Heh, who was he kidding? He would've skipped all the work in the world to do anything with that person. Still, since he was an adult, work had to be done. He sat still dabbling through the numerous numbers of papers on his desk. the last couple of test seemed to have too many trick questions for the students. He prefered his test to be hard but not too hard. No one recieved an F but only a few student got A's. He bit his thumb in excitement. It was only the begginning of the year but he was feeling the natural joys of being able to teach students new things and with this test he saw that he could easilly teach students his very own formulas for equations or shortcutts if you will. Either way, they'll still learn it and they'll have a one up on other students.

It wasn't long until his students started coming and he stated taking role. Each student seemed to be on time except a few, but he decided to call their names last. He was enjoying having at least some none delinquent students but he couldn't blame the ones that did skip. Afterall, he himself use to skip school as a child. So as per usual he called their names last and everyone who he saw first. They had a few extra minutes thanks to Miss Meli's annoucement. His face frowned and the only sound in the classroom after that was the sound of him slapping his palm against his forehead.

You shouldn't act like you rule the school, or openly say you love people on the announcements.

That's what he thought to himself, but right after he sent her a text message saying, "I love you too."

Just then, another disterbance came in as Qudella Naru seemed to ninja herself into class just to yell, “I AM IN, AHAHAHAHAHA!,”.
He glared down at her and she just passively said, “Sorry for the late – eh, sorry for being late! And morning! Isn’t it a lovely morning?"

"Yes it is," He replied, "Now take your seat before I mark you absent for the day. Hojo!!!"
"Yes sensei." His least favorite student stood up.
"Seeing as I have to punish someone for being late and you want to be the first one here everyday, take this hallpass and get the hell out my class!!!"
"Yes Papa.... I- I mean Sensei." The boy nervously said while leaving his room.
"And stop calling me Papa. I'm not you father!!!!."

This kid had to be the person he hated most in the universe. It was because of him that Ryo Taitaijou was known as Papa-sensei. A nickname he despised. He never really liked fathers and much prefered not to be called one himself. Turning to the class he then said, "Well you heard the announcement. Now that role call is over, I suggest you not be late." Afterwards he left the class and headed for the old school building. Yes, he too was part of the Drama club. Not as a club member. Not as overseeer. well on paper he was. But, as a slave. Yes that was his off paper title. Slave to the crazy woman who ran the whole thing. Miss Meli.