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Coraline

Sora is part of the Purple Clan. She is extremely loyal to it and believes it to be the best clan even though they were never acknowledged. The more mature one of the twins, Coraline's ability is to foresee and plan every event via referring to Casper's information. Having a sense of future vision, Coraline sees the branches of futures and prepares specific contermeasures. Being anemic and frail since birth, she rarely leaves the apartment. A timid child, she is mute to everyone but the purple clan, writing words on a notepad she carries around. She adores and is dependent on Rou and the rest of the Purple Clan, seeing them as her family. With a photographic memory, Coraline has never forgotten a thing in her life.

POWER「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」XXAGILITY「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」XXCHARISMA「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」

Coraline is a mere [color=#0081FC]wisp of a girl, so thin she seems as though she might just fade away when you're not looking at her. Her arms are often marred with fading scars, completely visible on her deathly pale complexion. She has translucent cream coloured hair, Long enough to fall over her shoulders and cover her back, usually free flowing save for two small braids she ties. With giant sky blue eyes and pale porcelain skin, Coraline looks just like a doll.

ART「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」XXINTELLIGENCE「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」XXBEAUTY「▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋」

Loves:

Her Brother

"He's the only family I've known since forever, he takes care of me and protects me. I don't know if I'd still be here without him."

Sleep

"I always feel so... sleepy..."

Shiny objects

"I have a collection of them! Wanna see?"

Puzzles

"Those are very stimulating for the mind."

Her Clan

"They're the only people I trust anymore... I don't dare to talk to anyone else."

Hates:

Her health

"I seem to be anemic and especially weak, I don't think I can survive for long on my own. And I want to laugh and be with everyone too, if for a bit longer... I don't want to die just yet."

Memories

"They give me so much hope, but they're so painful..."

Small spaces

"They used to lock me up in a small cupboard with nails hammered through as punishment... It was so dark and terrifying, I don't want to be cooped up in a small space again."

Mistakes

"Everything needs to be thought of and perfect, so no one would ever get hurt, so I could save everyone!"

The outside world

"I-it must be a very scary place... People are scary, and they always try to hurt us. I don't want to leave the Clan where I feel safe."

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▐ Mature
Too much for her age, Coraline's eyes are weary and wary of the world, one that you'd expect to see in an adult that has been through their fair share of hardships than in a child of merely eleven years old. She distrusts the world and has quite a cynical outlook on things, despite having a bright smile to try and cheer up someone else. Despite being afraid of the world, Coraline believes that she herself needs to be a better person to make it a better place. Understanding deception and trickery far too well, it is part of what factors into her brilliant planning skills. To her, the outside world was a scary place filled with betrayal and terrifying people. Staying close to those she trusts most of the time, Coraline remains tight lipped to strangers.

▐ Selfless
She doesn't think much about herself, always thinking of helping others. Her plans and strategies always angle around how to help them avoid getting hurt, no matter what she has to go through in exchange. Perhaps dangerously so, Coraline doesn't view her life as much at all. Her body was weak anyway and death was almost certain had the purple clan not saved her in time, so she needed to use this life to repay them to the fullest.

▐ Obedient
Old habits die hard. Coraline was trained to be a thoughtless machine, rigidly following orders and working her body to the limits without complaining. In a state of hopelessness, Coraline knows that if she showed any sign of weakness she will be punished, all orders were to be followed without complaint if she ever wanted to live. It was a habit that carried on even when she knew she was safe, following commands without question.

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Coraline was born and raised to be a tool. Together with her twin Brother Casper, she was a young strain with amazing abilities of prediction and planning, one that 'they' took advantage of immediately after discovering them. She never knew who 'they' were, though just referring to them as the adults were enough. The knowledge that they needed to obey to survive was one drilled only too well into Coraline's mind ever since a young age, with different methods of what they called discipline available should she fail in predicting the events. She was forced to think specifically, to think of ever possible scenario so she would be deemed as useful.

Having a weak constitution since young, Coraline was seperated from her Brother due to the fact that she was simply unfit for missions. She was however confined to a small bed all day, hooked up to different machines that pumped life through her frail frame. The room was the only world she knew, four white walls and a small bed. Her purpose was simply to construct plan after plan after plan rigidly, and she was punished fiercely when she failed, often left without food and beaten mercilessly despite her weak body. Even though Casper often sneaked in bits and pieces for her while forgoing his own, it was never quite enough. Not knowing what the outside world was like, stories were fabricated to keep Coraline from ever finding out. The people were described to be as Monsters, she was forced to believe the fact that everyone was out to hurt everyone else. Terrified and ignorant, Coraline was surprised when Casper asked her to escape.

It didn't take much convincing however. Casper was her twin Brother, an irreplaceable part of her life. Staying without her Brother was unthinkable, and thinking of leaving the facility behind was like a dream. Of course, Coraline had reservations. Should the adults find out they would be killed without a second thought, the please can't stand rebels. In secret, Coraline began to write up separate plans from those she was assigned to, using her amazing memory to fit together bits and pieces of the layout of the facility from the rare times Casper was allowed to visit just to confirm that his Sister was alive. It was a rollercoaster of nerves for her, hiding their actions from those who might suspect. Casper's condition was another thing to deal with, but eventually the day came when Coraline was feeling alright enough to leave her sickbed.

The next events were a blur for her, drifting in and out of feverish consciousness. Casper was carrying her on his back, and her next memory was waking up to light and warmth. Somehow they had managed to make it out of the facility and into Rou's aparatment, and it was where they have been living ever since.

So begins...

Coraline's Story

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#2016-10-27 18:13:55, as written by Cornflower

In the rooms of one of the apartments inside Arizu complex, the landlord was preparing for a funeral of a dear friend. Tightening the tie around his neck with a practiced twist of the hands, Rikiishi Kichirou, better known as Rou to anyone who knew him, sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to quell the nervous feeling in his heart.

The man was dressed in sombre attire - a black sweater over a dress shirt and dark trousers, with dark socks. A dark coat laid on the bed across the dressing table, but Rou didn’t reach for it yet. Looking at himself in the mirror attached to the dresser, he examined his hair with a slight frown. His hands had helped flatten it a little, but it still stuck up every which direction as if a bird had nested in it. With a sigh, Rou pulled out a comb.

It was only right that he looked his best for the Grey King’s funeral, after all. Ikeda Akio had been a good man, and so Rou was going to pay his respects.

“Cora, Casper,” he called over his shoulder, giving his hair one last brush. “Are you ready? It’s almost time to go.”

“Ah, yeah!” Casper answered brightly, pulling up his socks with a flourish. He was dressed in as many dark Colours as he could find, from an event he only understood as a ‘funeral’. Cora told him it was something to commemorate a dead person, and though Casper didn't completely understand it meant it was a chance to go outside, and outside was fun! Cora silently nodded from the sofa, clad in a black dress.

“That’s good.” Hair combed into neatness, Rou left his room and walked into the living room, coat in hand. He made his way towards them, green eyes furrowing as he looked at their attire and assessed if it was funeral-appropriate or not.

He smiled at Cora’s simple dress, giving it a pass, but his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw what Casper was wearing. “... Uh, Casper?” he said tentatively, restraining a sigh. “That’s… not exactly what you wear to funerals.”

Casper looked down at his black onesie with a curious expression, adjusting the tattered black top hat he picked up once from his adventures. “What's wrong, Mom?” He chirped, his eyes clouded with genuine confusion. “Why can't I wear that to the fu-ner-al?”

“Don’t call me mom,” Rou said, a resigned tone to his voice that said that they had held this conversation many, many times. Placing the coat down on the sofa beside Cora, he went over to Casper and crouched so that they were at the same height, resting his hands on his knees.

“It’s pronounced ‘funeral’, Casper.” he said patiently, smiling warmly at the boy. “A funeral is a service held for someone who has died recently, to allow the relatives and friends of the dead person to get some closure and mourn the passing of someone precious to them. Since its a sad occasion, colors that are associated with death are often chosen to be worn at such processions. In Japan black is the color associated with death. That’s why we’re wearing black to the funeral. Don’t worry, you got that one right, good job!” He raised a hand up for a high five that was returned with a grin and great enthusiasm.

“However, although the colors are right, your clothes aren’t suited for this funeral.” Rou explained, tone patient but slightly amused, as if he were holding back a fond chuckle. Lifting a finger, he gently poked at the onesie Casper was wearing. “This is a onesie. It’s something people wear at home, to stay comfortable in. You’ve never seen this worn in all the pictures you’ve taken of the outside, right?”

“Pictures…? Oh, right!” Casper did notice the huge photo wall of their room, though why Rou said he took them was a mystery. He hasn't taken any photos as far as he remembered, which arguably isn't that far back.

“That’s because it’s a piece of clothing suited for home use,” Rou said, eyes going a bit sad at Casper’s confusion and lack of memory. He covered it up with a smile that felt like the sun peaking over the horizon, warm and fond. “A funeral is normally more solemn and formal, and as the funeral we’re heading to is for someone important, a onesie is not the best option to wear there. A more suitable piece of clothing would be a dark dress shirt, or dark trousers.”

“As for the top hat...” Rou gently pulled the top hot off Casper’s head, holding the rim with his hands so as to show it to Casper.

“A top hat is very formal, for men in other countries, especially in previous centuries. But it’s something only adults wear. You’re eleven, right?” Rou asked affectionately. Casper nodded quickly. “You’re a bit too young to wear a top hat right now. Wait till you’re a bit older, alright?”

“Yes Mom!” Casper smiled brightly at him, his eyes still eager and filled with excitement. “I'll go change! Wait for me!” Within minutes he was dashing in and out of their room, now decked in a black jacket and jeans. “Is this okay?” He asked, giving a little twirl to show Rou.

“Yes, it is!” Rou smiled affectionately at Casper, reaching down a hand to ruffle Casper’s hair. “Good job. You look very nice! But don’t call me mom. Cora, what time is it?” he asked, head turning to face her. “Are we late?”

Cora shook her head quickly, pointing to a notepad in her hand. “I have already prepared for several different scenarios should they prove to take up too much of our time. We won't be late, Rou.”

“That’s good. Thank you, Cora.” Rou patted her gently on the head, and Cora gave a small genuine smile, near melting under his praise. “It was nothing.” She spoke softly, standing at attention by Casper’s side.

Rou smiled at the two of them, pleasant and cozy like a ray of liquid sunshine. “It was still nice of you to do so,” he said affectionately. Kneeling down in front of them, he looked them over once again. “Alright, I think we’re set.” He said, but there was a bit of hesitancy, as if he were holding back second thoughts. After a moment he spoke again, anxiety bleeding through his tone. “Cora, maybe you should take a jacket - it might be cold there. Casper, do you still have your tag? Do any of you need to go to the toilet before we go?”

“Nope, we’re all good!” Casper said as Cora shook her head. The boy was already rocking back and forth on his heels, eager to spring off into the outside world for the first time. His tag was bouncing against his chest, written in neatly printed kanji and English with the help from Cora. ‘Hi my name is Casper! I'm eleven years old, and I’m lost! Can you take me to this address?’

“Are you sure?” He looked at them anxiously like a worried mother, and when they nodded he sighed and smiled at them, although there was still a bit of doubt in his eyes. “Alright then.” Rising from his crouched position, Rou pulled on his coat and sneakers and walked towards the door, carefully placing the key in his pocket after unlocking it. As if he were still having one last doubt, he turned to them.

“You all don’t have to come if you don’t want to, you know.” he said softly, voicing out the last of his worries. Rou had known Ikeda Akio well, but the only thing the twins knew him by was his title, the Grey King. Cora had hardly stepped out of the house either, and Casper would have to rely on the decency of strangers if he got lost, and well, Rou was just worried that they were pushing themselves too much. “I can go by myself - you all don’t know him, so it’s alright if you don’t want to attend the funeral.”

“But I wanna!” Casper said immediately, tilting his head slightly. “I want to go to this f… funeral. It sounds interesting!” “And there is a possibility for you to get injured.” Cora said gravely, her eyes filled with concern. “I see many possibilities, I don't feel safe if you're alone on your own with the other kings.”

“A-Ah, that’s true…” Rou said sheepishly. His luck had caused plenty of weird situations, and not all of them were good. It wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, either, but with Cora’s help Rou had had fewer incidents that ended with bloodshed or humiliation. However, he could still take care of himself, so the worry wasn’t really necessary, although it was nice of them to do so. “We’ll just be going there for the service, though. And the other kings are nice! You know Arata-san, right? He’s a good man.” Rou said brightly.

The Red King had been a tenant of Arizume complex for a while, and from what Rou had seen the man was nice, even if he didn't pay rent. He helped chase away weird people too, which was really helpful, and he was nice to the kids.

“Also, I don’t think the other Kings would cause trouble at the funeral,” Rou said to them optimistically. “But if you feel like you should come along, I guess I can’t say no, can I?” he chuckled good naturedly, affection in his tone.

Casper grinned as he said that, happy he got to go out with Rou and explore. Cora nodded as she remembered Arata, slipping her small hand into Rou’s as they prepared to leave, her other clasped tightly around Casper’s in case he decides on running off and getting lost. “Let's go, then.”

“Alright.” Opening the door, Rou kept a firm grasp on Casper’s hand until they were all outside before closing and locking the door. “It’s a bit far, so make sure not to let go, ok?” Rou instructed the twins like a mother telling her child not to run too far, holding their small hands securely in his own. “Cora, I’ll be counting on you for any ‘in cases’. Sorry.” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice. It wasn’t as if he were taking advantage of the little girl he had taken in since she had always volunteered her services, but it sure felt like it sometimes. “You two will tell me if it gets too much or if you both need a ride, alright?” He said anxiously, taking small steps so that the kids could keep up. He didn’t want them to collapse or anything - that would be pretty bad. “It’s alright - I’ll carry you guys.”

“I think so…” Cora said slightly doubtfully, before Casper lightly nudged her, giving her a small wink. “I'll be fine, Cora. Just relax!” He lightly skipped along Rou, while Cora did her best to keep up. Her stamina wasn't the best around, her breaths already coming out in short bursts as she panted softly. Tugging lightly on Rou’s hand, she looked up at him earnestly. “Could you carry me? Sorry…” Cora didn't exactly want to be a burden, lagging behind, but it seemed that either way she would be causing some trouble.

“Sure!” Kneeling down, Rou knelt and gathered Cora on his back, waiting until she was settled comfortably before standing up again. “Are you ok up there, Cora?” he asked worriedly, gesturing for Casper to grab hold of his coat.

Cora settled down comfortably on Rou’s wide back, leaning her head against his shoulder and nestling herself snugly. “I'm okay. Thank you, Rou.”

“That’s good.” Rou smiled as Casper took hold of his coat, taking a few slow steps forward. As he adjusted to the weight, he began to move faster, although still slow enough for Casper to be able to keep up without trotting. “Don’t let go, alright Casper? I don’t want anyone to get lost. And don’t worry.” he looked forward, voice sure and confident for the first time since this morning - although it wasn’t sure who exactly he was reassuring. Maybe himself - with all the murders going on, the clans were sure to be tense, and he didn't want any of the kids to be caught up in it.“It’ll be alright.”

Casper blinked up at him, slightly mystified at why they were worried. “Course we’ll be alright, Mom. I'll protect you two, so it's fine!”

Rou looked down at Casper, surprise flitting over his features. Then a weird expression crossed over his face, as if he were touched and amused but couldn’t quite figure out how to convey it since his hands weren’t free to give a head pat. “That’s true,” Rou grinned and gave a little laugh, tossing his head back gently and looking forwards. The street wasn’t entirely empty, but it was filled with enough people for them to be careful where they moved in case they bumped into someone. “We’ll be counting on you, I guess! But Casper?”

“Mm?”

“Please don’t call me mom.”

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