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Zeron Hichai

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

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Full Name
Zeron Hichai

Age
Seventeen

Nationality
French

Year
Four




Skills
None particularly. He's good at everything, but great at nothing.

Favorite Class
English, History

Likes
Flirting - Attractive People - Compliments - Being Center of Attention - Hard to Get People - Making a Scene - Seeing/Causing Emotional Pain - Sex - Smoking(it makes him "look cool") - Intelligence

Dislikes
Blood - Prudes - Modesty - Easy People - Arrogant People other than Himself - Ignorance






Personality
To outsiders, he may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that start building at an early age. When it comes to his own areas of expertise -- and he can have several -- he will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not he can help you, and if so, how. He knows what he knows, and perhaps still more importantly, he knows what he doesn't know. He is a perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes his interest. What prevents him from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: He applies (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from his own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing him from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for his own sake.

He is known as the "Systems Builder" of most groups, perhaps in part because he possesses the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system he happens to be working on is for him the equivalent of a moral cause to another, both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as he can be unsparing of both himself and others on a project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose his respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; He has also been known to take it upon himself to implement critical decisions without consulting his supervisors. On the other hand, he does tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice. In the broadest terms, what he "does" tends to be what he "knows".

Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the his Achilles heel. While he is capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and is willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that makes him so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead him in interpersonal situations. This happens in part because he does not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, he tends to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, he is usually extremely private, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes him easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that he really wants people to make sense. This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, he will expect inexhaustible reason-ability and directness.

Miscellaneous
Acts like a player because he doesn't like getting close. Popular at school not because he runs with the popular crowd, but because he's "bad-ass" and attractive.

So begins...

Zeron Hichai's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Haruka Miyamoto Character Portrait: Ichisake Kajitani Character Portrait: Haruko Yuomi Character Portrait: Aoi Tsukishi Character Portrait: Victor D. Knight Character Portrait: Zeron Hichai Character Portrait: Casimir Solovyov Character Portrait: Ro Kaizer Character Portrait: Eren Leonhart Character Portrait: Akiyuki Satou Character Portrait: Slyvius Alaric Alphonse Character Portrait: Renard Fontaine Character Portrait: Luka Sakurazaki
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Court Yard


The long haired student stood rather stoically outside the courtyard of the Academy, pulling his hair back for the occasion, and making sure his uniform was proper and prim. It was his duty to greet new and returning students to the school, as would many other renowned Seniors around campus, at the school's several different entrances. His was particularly the one where most of the student would be delivered or arrive. His hand would meet and shake that of many different students, and he was surprised by how many foreigners would come to walk these steps, he would never really found out how prestigious and alluring the school was until his Sophomore year, when they sought out to build extra space for the oncoming surge of students. Plus, the school was rather young compared to the older more Japanese centric schools around, he would know since he typically lived closer to those, but felt isolated from the locals, it was a tight knit community, and that was to be expected. Anyhow, it didn't effect the proceedings going in the courtyard, already students were wandering about, wondering why this tall, stoic looking young man was simply standing at the gate's entrance, that is until a worried, and shy freshmen approached him, and it was obvious it was a freshmen by his demeanor. His voice came across as deep, but pleasing to the ears, once he spoke to the boy. "May I help you?"

The young boy sort of paused for a moment as if he forgot why he was there in the first place, and then showed Haruka his schedule. "W-where should I go first" Haruka peered closer at the piece of parchment. "There's no need to worry about your classes today, we'll just be getting acquainted with our dorm mates, and get familiar with the school layout. The ideal place to be would be the Cafe, that way you can get a meal and wait for further announcements from administration. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this first day!" he touted the last part of the sentence with a bit of excitement in his voice, which was absent from the rest of it. He was starting to become more like a receptionist the more and more he was assigned to this job since instructions were fairly easy. He wondered if this year would provide any new meaning to him, the other years had been filled with students lauding him as always, people looking up to him, becoming an exemplar role model and such, he only found that he wanted none of it, but wouldn't be able to escape it's crutch for the simple fact that he couldn't bear to see another person disappointing in him. He would wonder as he continued to greet freshmen, if that could hopefully change this year.





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Teacher's Lounge


Crossed legs, and a cup of caffeine in his hand, Alphonse was getting a bit impatient waiting for the day to commence, he wouldn't even be teacher today, simply greeting, and getting to know his students, but he was an excitable sort who often suffered from anxiety whenever these events came along. It was his second year teaching here, and he was starting to think he wouldn't dare go and out and find another job even if the pay somehow turned out to be shit (and it certainly wasn't). He sat in one of the comfortable cushioned sofas in the Teacher's Lounge, having already had about 3 cups of coffee, he decided enough was enough when he found himself slightly jittery, and he wasn't normally a coffee drinker by any means. He was waiting for his other colleagues, particularly the ones he made good enough friends with, Tsukishi and Fontaine being among them. He'd finally have people to disperse all this excitement within in towards, but he wondered if such a thing would annoy someone so early in the morning. Not many people were used to excitable types like himself, but he was able to make it seem like he wasn't excited at all. Maybe he should be some cool, suave professional like some of the students painted out some of the teachers to be, but alas, he was one of the few who never exactly regarded as such, nonetheless people saw him as wholesome, fun teacher, and that was all that really mattered to him.

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Zeron Hichai






Zeron had practically lived at school. It was a sort of a sad existence, really. At least, that was how people who "knew" him saw it. But those that only met his eye every once in awhile, by accident? Or just didn't care? They thought he was just a nerd. That's probably why he decided to convince his rich-daddy to send him off to boarding school- might as well actually live at school. And there were definite bonuses, like it being an all boys school. Even if they were all straighter than a circle, he would still have 'em to look at. Though there didn't seem to be many people on campus yet, so instead he was content with staying in the Cafe, waiting for people to arrive. After awhile there was a steady flow of other students coming in, which he much enjoyed admiring, and which provided entertainment for him.

Unfortunately, there was little more for him to do than admire, for Zero knew but a phrase of Japanese- Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?

Born in France, his first language was French. In junior high he had learned English, how was he to know he was going to end up going to a stupid Japanese school? The only reason he had picked Misaki was for the curriculum, which was hopefully more challenging than his old school. And perhaps that decision had something to do with it being an all-boys academy. That didn't even seem to matter anymore though, considering he couldn't even talk to anyone there, which meant no flirting. Secretly, he was hoping that at least some of the kids there either knew French or English, it would make his life so much easier. Fortunately, the teachers seemed to all either know English, or were able to translate his papers into English- definitely helpful for someone who wouldn't know what they were teaching. He was also being required to take a language class that would help him learn Japanese.

It wasn't long after he noticed that he wasn't going to get any attention in the Cafe that he headed outside, pulling a dark grey hoodie over his torso and leaving the hood up. He went towards a courtyard type place, mostly attracted there by the huge tree. Once there and leaning against it, he dug around in his pockets for a cigarette before realizing he didn't have any. Groaning, he let his head fall back against the damp wood behind him as he made plans to get off of campus and to a store.


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Zeron decided he hated people such as the two beside him now, chattering away and driving him completely insane. If it wasn't for the amount of cigarettes he had already smoked, and the calming effect it always had on him, he probably would have turned and said something to them by now, along the lines of telling them to shut up and to stop being so cheery. Happy people just bothered him- they obviously did not deserve to be happy, no one did. Happiness was just something made up, for weak people. Something for them to believe in. Zeron knew better though, knew that it was only made up, that no one could ever truly be happy. That was why he was content with being the way he was, sort of depressed he supposed, living with hatred for everyone around him. Even his "friends". Zeron was simply someone who loved himself so much that he had no love left for the rest.

Zeron didn't have a problem with love or happiness, per say. He had nothing against it, he believed people could be in love, he supposed. But he didn't believe he would ever be in love, didn't believe he could ever truly feel anything more than contempt and maybe slight amusement towards another person. Though the people that were in love, or were happy, those people he regarded even more negatively than those that were not. It made little sense logically, but made all the sense in the world to Zeron.

It was after he crushed his cigarette under the heel of his boot that he realized it was his last one. Though he was still leaned back against the tree in a relaxed manor, he was tense now, eyes searching the people surrounding him for someone who looked like a smoker. And hopefully could speak English. His eyes rested on a blonde, obviously too old to be a student. "Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?" Asked Zeron after he had approached the teacher, in broken Japanese that obviously showed he didn't speak it very well.



-- Zeron

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The wind gently blew against Aoi's messy, golden hair; making it look almost worse than it already did. Despite that, there was no problem.

Aoi stood motionless against the tree; silently enjoying the first cigarette of his day and engulfing himself in the smell of the smoke and tobacco. Standing under the large tree in peace and solitude...

Well, peace and solitude until a complete stranger had approached Aoi. He quickly examined the stranger who was talking to him; easily noticing that the young man standing before him was most likely a student and was definitely foreigner. Everything else, he had no idea. He immediately averted his sharp, yellow eyes away from the stranger's appealing face.

β€œγŸγ°γ“?*” Aoi said, confused by the unfamiliar person who had just asked him for a cigarette. He assumed that the boy was a student, but then why would he be asking a teacher of all people for a cigarette? Well, it did not matter that much to him, anyway. He really did not care.

The young man’s thick foreign accent was easily detectable as he spoke. Aoi was almost certain that this kid probably couldn't even speak Japanese properly.

β€œγ‚γͺγŸγ―γ‚Ώγƒγ‚³γ‚’γ™γ„γŸγ„γ§γ™γ‹?**γ€ŒDo you speak English? 」” Aoi smiled lazily as he asked the boy in perfect, fluent English. An English teacher obviously had to know how to speak the language, after all. It was simple for him.

*A cigarette?
** Do you want a cigarette?