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Hakon Astapora Sigrun

"Are ve man or beast? Male or Vemale? Vith me...Zat distinction is ovten blurred"

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a character in “Gifted: A Remake”, as played by kyuukonhime

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- HÅKON ASTAPORA SIGRUN -





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Theme Song 1|| Dirty Paws - Of monsters and men||

Theme Song 2|| Cheshire cat | SJ Tucker ||

Theme Song 3|| What the water gave me - Florance and the Machine ||

Love Theme || Angels - The XX ||

Emotional theme|| in the woods somewhere - Hozier ||

'I am so done with your crap' Theme|| Seven devils - Florance and the Machine ||

Rare Moments of badass|| The Phoenix - Fall out boy ||
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Image✖ Full Name ✖: Hakon Astapora Sigrun

✖ Nicknames ✖: Asta, Dryad, Maened
"I often don't get nicknames vrom anyone aside from mein bruder. He calls me Dryad so I guess zat is vine. Or Ashta I suppose."

✖ Age ✖: 17
"I've only seen 17 vinters. I can still drink in my country though."

✖ Gender ✖: Genderfluid. Physically male, but changes from day to day.
"I do say I am vemale more times than not. I don't like being called male when I don't feel like one, but I don't try to hide it...much"

✖ Sign ✖: Aquarius
"I'm a vinter child. Born on Valentines day."

✖ Role ✖: High Preistess
"I am a conduit for the gods, or so the card says"

✖ Romantic Interest ✖: TBA
"I don't hafe an interest in anyone right now. Though frankly I doubt I'd find anyone who vill put up vith me."

✖ Sexuality ✖: Demisexual
"I've nefer velt any sexual attraction to anyone really. It's nefer been a real issue at all, I may never find one or I may. Who knows."

✖ Nationality ✖: 1/2 Norwegian 1/2 German
"My father was from Oslo I think, my mother from Berlin."

✖ Alignment ✖: Chaotic Good
"I detest rules that get in the way of getting things that need to be done. If it takes all this talk to do something, I'd rather just burn down the building in an instant to get it finished and over with."

✖ Face Claim ✖: Enkudu|fate Strange Fake





Image✖ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ✖:

Body type|| Hakon is often questioned and the subject of concern when it comes to his body type. He is thin, built more like a dancer with no visible muscle. However, he is rather lanky and often times thought to not be eating enough because he is so thin. Otherwise he stands at an average five foot nine inches and weighs about 121 lbs.

Skin Tone|| Hakon is rather even toned in skin color, leaning on to the pale side during the beginning of the year due to it being cold and him refusing to go outside.

Hair|| Unlike most guys his age, he actually keeps his hair quite long. Normally reaching below the waistline, naturally his hair color is a platinum blond color, but often dyes it a leaf green or a lighter shade of green.

Eye Color|| His eyes are a very vibrant shade of green, he says that sometimes he catches them glowing. Wither this is real or not isn't known, but more than likely not.

Clothing Attire|| Hakon is a very odd individual when it comes to clothing. Ranging from clothing that look more at home on a dancer to clothing that actually looks normal from time to time, his style often stays somewhere between feminine to being acceptable for both genders. leading to more confusion to his actual, physical gender. Fur is also common within his clothing, ranging from a small fur band on his arm or fur scarf to a full on pelt skirt that looks like it is made of the various animals. Usually this is wore more for comfort rather than a styistic choice as he will often run his hands through it to calm himself. Also, he has a preference for wearing collars and cuffs of various styles and colors. All of them very expensive upon closer inspection as any with gem studs are actual real gemstones and high quality leather.

✖ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ✖:
Most of his skin is relatively unmarred except for an odd bite mark on his arm that seems to have been a dog bite and under the his cuffs two scars from a suicide attempt long ago. These wrist scars are almost never seen unless he truly trusts the person he's showing them too. Aside from that, Hakon tends to keep his nails long and filed to tips, looking more like claws. His teeth are also a source of surprise as his normal canines look more like that of an animal. Much longer than they have any business being. This is not natural, these are actually dental implants that are replacements from an accident that involved him getting blindsided by a soccer ball and loosing all four of his canine teeth.

✖ Gift ✖: Herbalism. Hakon is very well versed in the use of plants, herbs and other natural items for mostly medicinal use. Mostly for he does other things with said natural items. He knows how to treat many aliments with the plant life around him, often using what he can find. On the opposite side of this, he also knows how to poison those around him with the same plants and animal parts without leaving a trace. Due to this occupation, he often smells like either the outdoors or incense. In addition to healing, he is also able to make incense to induce a certain feel, or even match a memory of someone to calm them or to terrify them.

✖ Hobbies/Skills ✖:
  • Baking- Although it is a rare occurrence to watch him eat, he does love the art of baked goods and is relatively alright in the craft. Cakes, breads, cookies, muffins, anything that requires an oven and bread like objects, he can possibly make it.
  • Skull painting - This one is probably make many many people all kinds of uncomfortable. Although he is not very good at painting, he does have a love of making dead things beautiful. Normally he goes out into the local forest and finds the skulls of dead animals.
  • Eating - Every once in a while, Hakon will eat in front of people. And when he does, he will eat like a demon starved of souls. For such a small thing, he will eat everything put in front of him most of the time. The reserved and nervous will give way to a kid who will fight to the teeth for a piece of sushi.
  • Crafting teas and incense - As per his gift, he does enjoy the long hours in a room filled with natural scents of the various plants, herbs and items he's collected and ground into whatever he needs or wants. The joy in crafting a successful new tea calms him from the outside stresses that plague him.
  • Belly dancing - although Hakon wouldn't call himself a dancer, he is very good at tribal style belly dancing and often does dance in this way to relive stress or just dance for no reason at all.
  • Animal based mannerisms - This habit is possibly the strangest thing about him, that his mannerism can also be either seen in cats or lions. Ranging from purring and nuzzling up against someone he sees at as friend or loved on to hissing, clawing and even biting someone he doesn't enjoy being around. His walking all fours with no problem and even running on all fours with ease like he's been doing it all his life and even becoming territorial when it comes to the places he often resides in (his room).
  • Ambidextrous - as a child, hakon had his dominant hand broken (right) and had to learn with his non-dominant hand. Has a result he knows how to write and handle most things with both hands with ease and often does to save time.
✖ Personality ✖:
On first meeting, Hakon can range from being standoffish, to very friendly depending on the environment. Meeting a person, one on one, he often circles around a person and tests their boundaries on being touched and such. By default, Hakon can be rather distant, often times swimming in his own thoughts and ignoring the world around him until his attention is given or taken by something and rather shy. Mornings can leave a harsh impression for someone for he is rather crabby and blunt towards people because he would rather still be sleeping than dealing with people at the time.

A friendly Hakon is a rather lively one. Hospitable and very touchy; he often makes himself known through touch and small noises as his English is somewhat poor and his accent rather heavy. He likes to be close to the people he calls friends and loved ones, often leaning or 'perching' (resting his head on the 'perch's' head and hands on their shoulders) and making purring noises around them. He is there for them and will often defend them with the fierceness of a lioness and mauling wit...or just a straight up mauling.

An unfriendly Hakon is the near opposite. Cold, sarcastic, and as blunt as being beaten over the head with a sledge hammer. An unfriendly Hakon can and will ruin your day with a single burn. He makes it very clear that he doesn't like. A loud hiss, a lunge with his 'claws', straight up biting them and forcing them to the ground to be mauled; Anyone Hakon sees as someone unworthy of his time will know very quickly to either leave or be harmed in someway.

On his own, Hakon is very odd. Him singing to himself is also not unheard of as that is how he learned some of his English and will insert lyrics into a conversation as to get across what he is trying to say with mixed results. He also seems wise beyond his years at times, musing about various instances on life and other wonders; though he keeps this hidden from most others unless he happens to get himself high off his own work by accident. There are times however, that he does dive deep into a dark depression and self doubt. Often locking himself in his room and actually still has little self worth in himself but doesn't often show it outright. He also is worshiper of the god Dionysus, which often influences some of his behavior as well, but doesn't talk about it much....until a revel comes up and then all bets are off in terms of him being sane and/or sober.





Image☢ Likes ☢:
  • Wandering through forests by his lonesome
  • Lions
  • Watching people trip balls on his tea
  • People who are willing to deal with him as a person
  • The calming effect his incense has on him
  • Good food <---- he will love you forever if you feed him something other than fast food.
  • Puns

☢ Dislikes ☢:
  • Foxglove plants
  • Having to wear guy's clothes
  • Passing out due to forgetting to eat something
  • Accidentally poisoning himself
  • Accidentally making himself trip balls
  • Long drawn out arguments that can be solved with a simple solution.

☢ Flaws ☢:
  • Very low self-worth
  • Very little social skills
  • Heavy accent
  • Very odd habits
  • Very easily misunderstood
  • His English isn't very good, enough to get by though.

☢ Fears ☢:
    • Reliving the deaths of his parents.
    • Animatronics <--anyone would be afraid of these things.
    • Being rejected by someone he calls a friend or loved one
    • Dogs

    ☢Secrets ☢:
    • Although this isn't so much as a secret as it is just misdirection and omission of information, he is often seen as female and will often answer to both male and female pronouns.
    • He poisoned his mother and father with foxglove to escape them, this was an accident at the time but he still has nightmares about this as he believes it is his fault.
    • There are instances where he does snap and go emotionally cold, usually in very stressful times.
    • His surname is actually supposed to be Falkenrath due to being recently officially adopted just half a year ago, although had been with the family since he was 13; he still has yet to change his surname. His adoptive family has been a source of headache due to the family name being well known in higher social circles and causing people to try and cling to him for his new found wealth. As such, he goes by his birth name more times than not and would rather not be called out on it.





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☢Bio ☢:
As happy and somewhat carefree as Hakon seems to be now, his childhood is something he would rather erase from his memory.

Hakon Astapora Sigrun was the result of an affair between his mother and a client of hers. The resulting pregnancy and birth caused his father to be rather distant and cold to the little one. Little Hakon was aware that he wasn't wanted as his mother never said a kind word about him and his father often putting him outside like an outdoor pet and leaving him out there for day at a time once he was around the age of 5. This started his path toward him turning to plant life for what ever medicine he needed and food. Also, he was so isolated from other children, he picked up many habits from the cats in his neighborhood learning more about family from them than in his own house.

Around the age of 9, he had already had a proficient knowledge of the local plant life from sneaking off to the local plant nursery and learned their uses to heal. But the wound in his heart had only started to fester. His mother had already mentally checked out and his father was starting to beat him. Everyday the abuse got worse and worse until he couldn't take it anymore. He had learned that the foxglove in his front yard was very sickening when eaten and in an attempt to get them to leave them along he tore pieces of the flower and stems in their coffee. That was the last time he saw them alive. They died from the poison of the flower. A memory still burned into his mind to this day

He was in the foster care system until he was 13, often being bullied for looked so much like and acting like a girl. This constant harassment and the guilt of his parent's deaths did result in one unsuccessful suicide attempt that he still has the scars he hides them due to the shame he feels from them. He was taken in at the age of 13 by the Falkenrath family; a very wealthy and well known family in the Germanic country and officially adopted only six months ago. During this time, he had started to worship the god Dionysus and gained more confidence in himself...while also becoming more and more unhinged at times and becoming more in touch with his more primal self. This did lead to some difficulty once he started to socialize in the town he started to live in, even earning the nickname of "The meaned", the adoption went through finally after 4 years and long arguments of wither Hakon was normal enough to be adopted. The paperwork was only just getting finished as the letter and card came in the mail during a stint of working on new healing ointments at the time. Having never been outside Europe, he flung himself at the chance at travel outside the continent and hopefully leave the reputation he had of being more beast that human...alt

☢Hospital Mental Evaluation ☢:
Hakon Astapora Sigrun is a rather odd case. While his (of the time of this test, he identified as male) animalistic mannerisms and seemingly scatterbrained train of thought define him as abnormal but harmless at the very least. There are some signs that are cause for concern. The first is his high aggression towards those he has a dislike for. In extreme cases he has mauled people causing serious injury to those he "mauls". Another is his seasonal bouts of insanity. Every season he seems to go into a sort of frenzy that he says only can be sated with strong drink and loud music. These nights are sources of headaches for those in rooms around him and often times results in a very crabby and aggressive Hakon. The third is is of major concern. He calls them emotional shutdowns, but these are times were he lock himself in his room and proceeds to rip apart anything in his room with a rage that seems to have long been suppressed since he was small. These are a rather rare occurrence and seem to have some sort of trigger. Other than these concerns and his strange way of being, he is able to be let out into general society as a part of acclimating to being around people.





☢ Other ☢: Most of the time, he can be seen with This little guy while wandering around during stressful times.

So begins...

Hakon Astapora Sigrun's Story

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-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet--
-ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015____++......
-ᴡʜᴏ: Staff, Characters____++......
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It wasn't enough that Hakon was frightened of such a small puppy, but the extent of his fear was making him panic and go on a mental auto pilot and not even notice running over in his haste to run and hide from the demon subject of his fears. Now he was curled up in a cabinet, audibly shivering and his head buried in his knees, chanting a quiet phrase to try and calm himself down. Hakon was not used to having his fears shoved right into his face like that. No doubt that he couldn't show his face in front of the others now that he was actually thinking. Albeit, still rather frightened of the notion of beast may have followed him.

"Is it gone?" The green asked through the cabinet door, now the sound of him munching on the last pieces of meat before the the cabinet door opened a tiny bit for him to peek out of it. He could see some of the cooking staff still around as if either ignoring them or just didn't seem to notice anything amiss. "Zat zing is gone now, ja?" soon his claws hand laid itself on the floor below before the rest of him slipped out of the small space. As smooth as a feline coming out of a hiding spot, he soon started to crawl around his white haired friend with more ease that should be allowed for a human walking on all fours, not just his hands and knees. "Es tut mir leid.* I don't like dogs fery much I hafe a..uh...Scheiße* vas zee vord?" he plopped down on his side, purring in thought as he tried to remember what word he was looking for, though seemingly comfortable with is surroundings enough to basically be the resident cat of the mansion now.

*Es tut mir leid - Apologies
*Scheiße - shit (in this context) or crap

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Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth
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Within your next posts please finish up whatever you're doing currently so that we may time-skip to the first day of class. Classes begin at 8AM and everyone has the same schedule, which basically looks like a regular school schedule. Maths, English, Chemistry, what have you. Nothing out of the ordinary, for this unordinary school.

What the students are unaware of, though, is when they get to this first class of the day, they're being tested. It's a simple test, really. Just seeing how they all behave in a 'controlled' environment, one where they can't just get up and walk away. It's homeroom, let's get a little rowdy, shall we?

On a completely unrelated subject, you swear when you headed up to the dorms last night that you went up two flights of stairs and made a few lefts and a right.. but this morning when you headed to the dining hall for breakfast, it was only one flight and two lefts... Perhaps you were just so tired you misremember?

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Tristen had followed his partners "instructions" the majority of the week and had steered clear of him. Instead he occupied himself with books and some online courses he had been taking over the summer. Occasionally Louella would invite him to come join she and Astapora on some adventure or another, and once or twice he had gone, but his white haired twin had complained so much about him being a bore that he didn't bother going again. Green wasn't bad though, the little that he learned about her intrigued him greatly, and she was pretty easy on the eyes. He fortunately had not seen that Samuel thing around at all, but that was likely because Tristen hardly left his room.

He's relatively intrigued by the prospect of classes at the academy, until he gets his schedule. It looks like any other school schedule would, there was no special classes for them, nothing. And if Tristen knew anything about school, it was that class time was just social time. That was the whole reason he took classes online, that and most teachers couldn't keep up with the speed of which he learned. A perk of never forgetting anything, he supposes.

They're supposed to be in the classroom for eight, which is the beginning of study hall, a class most kids would have considered optional really. He wouldn't be surprised if half the kids weren't there, and pretty much counts on his sister and Green being part of that half. Louella wasn't a fan of early mornings. While Tristen wasn't either, his body always woke him up bright and early, mental alarm clocks and whatnot. It was annoying, yes, but it got him to class on time.

His outfit is practically identical to the one he wore on the first day, white button up and black dress pants, but there's small differences, none that really matter. It just makes the point that his closet doesn't vary very much, it's mostly business casual, as is the person in the clothes. He gets to class early but not early enough that he's the first person there, enough time to find a good seat but not so much that he would grow horribly bored by the time 'class' started. He drops his bag down on a seat in the back left of the room, nearer the middle than the corner, and pulls out his phone.



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__ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 10th, 2015
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Louella loved her partner. Astapora was blunt, and a little terrifying at times, but she was insanely fun to be around. And possibly insane, which is absolutely fine too- she made no claims to normality herself. Asta had taken to calling her Einhorn, which was fine and all but she didn't understand it at first. It took two or three days for her to finally ask, but upon learning it simply meant, in essence, unicorn, she couldn't be more pleased with the name. They did explore the school quite a bit, making sure to steer clear of the little dog they had seen at dinner the first night. Louella learned rather quickly about Asta's fear of dogs, even if she didn't know why she was scared, she knew it was pretty serious, so she kept a lookout for the little thing. Even if she herself loved them, her friend was obviously more important.

The night before the first day of classes they stayed up so late that they both ended up passing out still in Asta's room. Which means that she woke up at seven forty five, pulled the fur blanket back up over her head, and then promptly remembered they had class. A quiet string of very unladylike words came flying out of her mouth as she stood and started trying to wake Asta up, only waiting until the other girl opened her eyes before she had taken off out of the room to head back to her own and get dressed.

Fortunately she'd had her outfit picked out for days now. Soon she returned back to Asta to drag the girl downstairs with her, or was it upstairs now?, and miraculously they made it to class with a few minutes to spare. Lou wasted no time in picking out her brother and making a beeline for him, tossing her new friend in the seat next to her twin and plopping herself down in the seat in front of Asta. "Brother, I trust you remember Astapora? Considering the way you could hardly take your eyes off her before, I'm gonna say the answer is yes." Her brother looked less than pleased with her, but she could care less. "Yes, I do recall her, Louella. It's quite nice to see you again Astapora." Lou made a face at her brother, who was unfairly good at playing nice, and though he'll deny it she's positive he made a face back before plastering that charming grin on his face. "I wonder when those two boys that made the scene at dinner will get here... The one with the white hair was quite cute!" Louella goes on to say to Asta, a little too loudly.

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Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Belphagor Sin Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth
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-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Homeroom--
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-ᴡʜᴏ: Louella, Tristen, hakon ____++......
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The arrival week had passed fairly quickly for the Green, spending most of that time exploring the island and manor with his new partner in mischief, he had grown very friendly with her over this time as she didn't seem to mind most of his habits for the most part. In his mind, he had tagged her as 'einhorn' or unicorn as a small nickname, another thing she didn't mind. He was just happy to have made a friend for once without the threat of being made fun of behind his back.

The night before classes were to start, they had stayed up in his room for a good chunk of the night ignoring the fact that they had classes and talked about their lives back home. Well, the green talked about some of what his home was like. He didn't feel like having her faun over his real family name. As much fun as he was having with this little white haired girl, he couldn't help but notice that his room was much larger than he assumed the manor should allow, even his bed that was more like a high set den that he needed to climb up to in a hole made into the corner of his room. Something that this mansion's architecture shouldn't have allowed. The room itself felt like a large luxury condo with the feel of a cabin in the woods and the bathroom was now his favorite room ever as the bathtub itself was built into the floor and was large enough to swim in. A gift from the gods he had said it was as he nearly fainted from the sight of it.

However, the morning of the start of classes had the green...less than excited. The shaking of his white haired companion woke him a tad later than she had hope and much too early for his tastes. Granted it was only an hour time difference from his home so he assumed everyone else's jet lag would have either been worse or passed by now. A known fact of Hakon was that he was very...unwelcoming in the early mornings. While Louella seemed very chipper and excited in the mornings as well as being prepared; Asta was sluggish and normally winged it when it came to clothing. Dragging himself out of his room in a long natural brown skirt with a few fur tails hanging off of his waist and a game of thrones t-shirt along with a set of green cuffs and collars with blue gemstones in them. As much as she didn't care that the shirt clashed with the skirt, let himself be dragged to class as he growled and groaned the entire way, his bag lazily slung over his shoulder, tumbler of tea being sipped upon and looking like he had just crawled out of bed on account of not bothering to brush his hair. With it as unkept as it looked, he looked slightly feral.

Asta let herself be plopped into the chair next to her einhorn's brother, a male she had met a few times but never got a bead on him. For atleast the second time in a two week period, she ignored his greeting and sniffed at him and pawed at him like a cat that was unfamiliar with him. "Grene." he simply said as he continued to sip on his tumbler mug as he listened to Lou wonder if the white haired boy was comming. A slight shiver went down his spine and a small hiss that had him bare his fangs slightly. "He gifes me a bad fibe, Einhorn. I vouldn't shpeak of zee Teufel or he vill kome sis vay. And I don't vant to deal viz zee oza one ezar. he murmured through his tea as he tapped on the desk with his claws. Then again at this hour, his capacity to be sociable was limited to say the very least.

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Character Portrait: Sherry Hisakawa Character Portrait: Hakon Astapora Sigrun Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth Character Portrait: Samuel J. Livingston Character Portrait: Forrest Inokira Character Portrait: Louella Ainsworth
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- Sherry Hisakawa -




The week had passed like every other in her life, except this time it was spent in a new location though this hardly changed much. Sherry had spent the first 2 days of her stay at the academy looking around the school and best configuring herself to its layout, though every now and then she would notice pactuliar changes which she could not of mistaken but that was the only probable explanation for said changes.

She limited her interaction with others over that week, preferring spending time alone with the academy's large literary selection as well as investigation the composition of chemicals made in ionised conditions, along with multiple other scientific queries which would plague her mind late at night. So much so, that she rarely got any sleep at all.
She did not see Mr. Livingston again that week, and only glimpsed other students in passing, though she failed to call upon her supposed partner for the week Mr. Inokire and felt, what her nanny would of been pleased to announce, was a vague sense of guilt though she quickly rid it from her mind.

Upon recieving her schedule for the first day of lessons, Sherry quickly noted that study hall, a curious first chose however she could imagine the period being used more as orriontation, if nothing else. It would surprise her if many attended but then considering the students who attended the academy she could not make this assumption just yet.

Deciding it was time to test her theory, she pulled on her School Unifom, of which she had 7 identical copied neatly lining the wardrobe. It was not particularly eye catching and most would consider her dull for choosing the same outfit every day despite uniform not being a requirement. Grabbing up her bag which contained a ideapad laptop and some light reading (Philosophical history of mathematics and applicational science), she popped her thick rimmed glasses on and her her lab coat, one she was often never without before making her way down the hall and to the room of her first period.

Upon entering she found herself face with three other students, a petite girl with Snow White hair, a boy with light brown hair and another boy with long green hair. The young girl and boy shared similar facial structure so were closely related, most like siblings, while the young genderfluid male, obvious by his chose in appearance and the way he was holding himself, shared a close bond to the Young girl. Sherry had not bothered with names when she had arrived at the dinning hall and now found herself regretting her decision, leaving only one solution. Interaction.

"Good afternoon, my name is Lady Sherry Hisakawa. I did not designate myself the task of taking in your names at the dinner last week and was wondering what they were?", she asked while standing in front of the small group of three. She had already sighted the seat nearest the window at the back of the room as her own, it would allow her to avoid the teachers queries so that she could continue with her own personal study rather then have to suffer repition of the professes words. However, maybe she would be lucky and this school would prove more proficient in hiring.

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-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Homeroom--
-ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 10th, 2015____++......
-ᴡʜᴏ: Sherry, Hakon, Lou, Tristen____++......
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As little social interaction hakon has had with people in real life, he wasn't one to instantly shoot down someone who was only asking for a name in a polite manner. A tad robotic, but still had no harmful intention that he could really sense. As a matter of fact, the only time he remembered seeing her was at the arrival dinner and that was before he stuffed his face full of food due to hunger.

The green tilted his head to the side at her and like a cat meeting a person for the first time, started leaning his face toward her and seemed to be sniffing at her. Small chirping noises and purring were audible from him as he 'examined' the girl before leaning back and tilting his head again. "Angenehm.* I am called Astapora, but Asta is vine." he said, unsure if what he was saying was correct English to begin with. He smiled nervously, fangs in full view before going back to sipping his tea nervously and tapping the tune of 'I write sins not tragedies' with his claws on the desk. Hoping that there would be some kind of distraction soon.

*Angenehm - pleased to meet you

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Screams erupted from the courtyard of the gigantic mansion. If one got close to the origin of the terrified, pained shrieking, they would see a boy in a leopard hat, cradling a tiny girl with auburn pigtails.

Even though they were the sources of the noise, the girl had her hands over her ears, shrieking incomprehensibly. Her eyes were wide and staring up at the sky, which had decided to be cruel and shine with the clearest blue it ever had been. For his part, the boy was asking desperately what the matter was, unable to figure out the problem himself. A look of utter panic was frozen on his face, and tears were appearing in his eyes.

"...Chess...C-Chess...!" he wailed, completely overwhelmed. "Please...j-just tell me you're okay...c-can you hear me? It's Nathan! A-answer me, please!"


"...you're so immature, Nathan!"
"You really don't know how to treat girls...at all, do you?"
"We got called out for
your mistake...again. Get it right, moron!"
"Wait up, asshole! What are you rushing ahead for...?!"
"Evidently, you don't spend any time...or effort."
"It's all your fault, you...Look what your selfishness caused this time...!"


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August 10th, 2015
Petalida, Greek Islet


Slowly, as though he wasn't even sure he was all there, Nathan opened his eyes. The plain white ceiling of his room in the Gifted Academy was there to greet him, rather than an inconsiderately bright and clear sky, and the curtains were drawn, dimming the room.

The blanket was down to his waist and crumpled in several places. Pain and fatigue was all over his body like an animal. It was worst in his throat, which felt like a hedgehog had crawled through it. Evidently, he hadn't slept well last night at all.

Was it seriously just yesterday...? Nathan thought solemnly, staring up at the ceiling without moving. It already feels like years since...Chess.......left. The waterworks immediately sprange to life, and tears started to flow from the corners of his eyes. Despite getting incredibly sad many times before, he had very rarely cried, but now...

He could still remember it, even now...how he and Chess had been walking and chatting that afternoon. He had decided he should get some fresh air, since cooping yourself up in your room and playing video games the whole time wasn't very pleasant--especially if you kept thinking about all the bad qualities of yourself. It had been a very beautiful day out; the air was warm, and a gentle breeze flew through the air. Many flowers, of varying colors and shapes, bloomed around them as they walked through the courtyard. But then...

Clenching his teeth, Nathan couldn't help letting out an unusually loud sob. He didn't even care if it was "wimpy" or "childish" anymore; he just couldn't contain himself. Even though his mind tried to replay the entire scene, he managed to skip that particular part of his memory.

After a few minutes of that terrifying sight, Chess fainted, and Nathan desperately searched out people to help her. He didn't even know if she was breathing that whole time. He even tried CPR, not even caring how horrendous he was at it, but he had no idea if it helped. At last, he ran into a butler, who took Chess away and told Nathan she would be fine. But Nathan was not allowed to follow, and was left in a frightened, despairing state as he waited for news.

Late that evening, when Nathan was sitting outside of the entrance where Chess had handed him that water bottle, another servant arrived and quietly told him what had happened. She had suffered a sensory overload from entering the courtyard, but they had managed to get her to a hospital on the mainland in time to save her. However, no one knew when...or if...she would be back...

That means...it's all my fault...

The sound of knuckles on the door pierced the silence. "Mr. Alshane." It was a maid's voice. Great. "You are late for class. Please come down as soon as possible." After that, he heard the maid's footsteps as she strode briskly away from his room.

Oh, right...class starts today... Gingerly yet sluggishly, Nathan lifted himself out of bed, raising a hand to weakly wipe away the tears. As he shifted his weight off the bed and onto his feet, he almost immediately staggered to the ground. However, he managed to catch himself on the bed, and support himself enough to stand. It felt like he had no energy to do anything now, and was left with nothing but the feelings of worthlessness he had been carrying for years.

Picking up the same outfit which he had worn on the first day, he pulled on the shit, jacket and pants clumsily, leaving many wrinkles in each component of his ensemble. The full-body mirror on the wall showed that his hair was an utter mess, and even his leopard hat didn't manage to completely conceal it. Dark rings surrounded his eyes, and he looked as though he had aged quite a few years since last observing his reflection. And on top of it all, I have to deal with the other students...I don't think I can even manage a smile today... Rubbing his eyes, he tried his best to put on that "friendly expression," but it looked so hollow that he felt like crying all over again.

Walking on trembling legs across the room, he picked up a backpack and slung it over one shoulder, not bothering to check its contents. It felt like it weighed tons anyway. Stumbling to the door, he pulled it open and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He completely forgot to lock it.

But as he shuffled through the hallways, his throat felt as though it had been pierced by a knife. Instantly, Nathan buckled and let out several coughs, wincing. Looking down at the hand with which he had covered his mouth, he saw with relief that there was no blood or other residue on it. That was a good sign...for the moment, at least. I just hope...I can make it through the day...

By some dumb luck, he found the classroom where Study Hall was taking place soon afterward. Pushing the door open, he tried not to look too upset or tired as he made his way inside. Unfortunately, his condition wasn't getting any better. Spots appeared in his vision at times, and he even thought it completely blurred at various points. With his head pounding, Nathan finally couldn't keep the act any longer and stumbled to what he thought was an open desk, and bent down to sit...but in his daze, he had completely failed to realize that there was a certain girl with pale violet hair sitting in that chair.

The next moment, Nathan rebounded off of something and crashed to the floor, and combined with the headache, his entire perception swirled into chaos. There was nothing he could do but lie there, groaning weakly...

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-ᴡʜᴏ: Hakon, Lou, Tris, Poor leopard cub, too innocent for this world Nathan____++......
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If it wasn't for the lack of activity and Hakon's own slight awareness of the room he was in, he wouldn't have noticed so the fallen leopard headed male that was walking toward Lou looking more like a sleep deprived zombie than an actual human being. He nearly bounded out of his chair and onto the desk beside him out of surprise, but instead bounded onto the floor on all fours next to the Leopard capped boy.

The green made that familiar, curious chirping noise again as he pawed like a curious lion cub at the groaning male on the floor in hopes for some sort of response. "Sie bitte.* You know it ist not gut to sleep on zee floor vithout proper pillows und varmth." he said, now starting to shake the boy and roll him over onto his back. He made a meowing like noise as he started to pace around him, never leaving his four legged mode of locomotion. Every now and again, he would poke a claw at him on his arm, side or what ever was in reach, hoping to get some sort of response out of him.

*Sie bitte. = Excuse me.