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Liu Starfall

"Your chances of defeating me are slim. I'd say somewhere around 2.546733%"

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a character in “Soul Eater .:Sound of Madness:.”, as played by C O S M I C

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Staying | Towers | Headlock | Remind Me | Air | Skyfall
{"I've learned that fear limits you and your vision. It serves as blinders to what may be just a few steps down the road for you. The journey is valuable, but believing in your talents, your abilities, and your self-worth can empower you to walk down an even brighter path. Transforming fear into freedom - how great is that?"- Soledad O'Brien}




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{N A M E}
Liu Maribelle Starfall

{N I C K N A M E}
Lulu, Half Pint, Squirt, Brainiac, Nerd, Cuter Than Puppies And Kittens Stuck In A Tea Cup

{A G E}
17

{G E N D E R}
Female

{R O L E}
Meister #2

{B I R T H D A T E}
January 1st ; Capricorn
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{N A T I O N A L I T Y}
Half American Half French

{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual




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"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." - Christopher Reeve




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{H E I G H T}
4'8"

{W E I G H T}
110 lbs

{E Y E C O L O R}
Amber

{H A I R C O L O R}
Pale Blue

{A P P E A R A N C E}
Liu is very thin but still maintains a curvy figure. She prefers to wear clothing (like large jackets and shirts) that are far too big for her. She loves to wear skirts of various colors and cute knee socks along with them (her favorite are the one's with puppy paws on them). Her hair is always in a bed head state regardless of it being past her knees in length.

It is not hard to mistake her for a young child. She has gotten use to it by now. She often wears heeled shoes to give her at least a few more inches in height without hurting herself. She always has a pair of reading glasses with her in her pocket, hanging cutely around her neck or on her face.

{O D D I T I E S}
  • Brain Teasers : She likes to occupy herself with some scholarly puzzles and equations. She finds it fun.
  • Stickers & Doodles : If she sees a blank piece of paper or space, she can't help but draw or put stickers on it. No real reason. She just doesn't like seeing empty things.
  • Barely Talking : Liu is very quite. For most of her life people believed she was mute but she is fully able to speak English and French. She just doesn't speak much.




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{"I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries." -Theodore Isaac Rubin}




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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
{Intelligent | Childish | Friendly | Level Headed}

For many years, Liu had been known for her high IQ and genius intellect. She has always been known to think our a problem and break them down one by one in order to solve it. She is never irrational and will always consider her odds against and in favor. She is very mathematical and will gladly express it. She isn't afraid of taking a risk even if she knows it may not end well.

Regardless of how mature she may seem or come off as, she is still a child at heart. Growing up is a drag, why rush it? She still doodles, plays games and other kid like activities. However, when it's time to brave up, she does it in a heart beat. She may still be immature, but she knows when it is time to stop.

Liu is very friendly. How could such a face not be? She accepts all and befriends those who wish to befriend her. She is a believer in second chances and seems a bit of good in everyone. It is quite rare to hear the word hate from her about someone. She doesn't like to use that word. Her trust is very easy to gain if she feels comfortable with you. When it comes to outsiders, she considers it so that she isn't played for a fool.

In all situations, Liu is calm and collected. She isn't one to freak out or panic; that just makes a situation worse. Instead, she uses her brain to get her out of trouble. She doesn't scare very easily and if she is, the thrill doesn't last long. She may barely speak, but her mind is always collecting information and talking for her. She possibilities are endless.




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{"Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated." -Confucius}




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{S T R E N G T H S}
  • Small But Nimble ||Liu may be small, but she is also quick. Her small size only adds onto her agility and quick movements.
  • Genius ||Obviously, Liu uses her brain to get her through even the toughest of situations. Being a genius has it's perks and she will gladly use it however she wants.
  • Queen of Games ||Liu is a skilled player at almost every game. Chess happens to be her favorite. Challenging her isn't a wise idea but she still loves to play with others.
  • Cuteness ||Yes, even Liu will exploit her tiny and cute appearance to her benefit. She has gotten quite a lot of free food, stickers and even money just for flashing the puppy dog eyes.
  • Natural Leader ||Liu is a very skilled leader. She can consider many options, which makes her a great guide. She thinks of everyone's well being and will leave no one behind.

{W E A K N E S S E S}
  • Fragile ||She is very soft skinned and can bruise and hurt herself easily. She tries her best to not be hurt.
  • Silence - She doesn't speak much and many have mistaken her for mute. Most of the time it's because she doesn't want to say something bad or she doesn't feel comfortable enough to speak.
  • Social Skills ||Liu has spent most of her days in her books. She isn't very good at socializing with others or even sparking a interesting conversation.
  • Abandonment ||She is terrible afraid of being alone. She may not admit it but being by herself is something she doesn't like to be.
  • Underestimated ||She is often seen past by many for the way she looks and acts.




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{"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." -Helen Keller}




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{H O B B I E S}
  • Reading Books ||"I have many series. My collection is actually quite vast."
  • Singing & Dancing To Cutesy Music||"PONPON dashite shimaeba ii no~β™ͺ"
  • Playing Games ||"I haven't lost a game of chess yet."
  • Drawing ||"I'm currently working on a comic book centered on a billion dollar business maintaining their everyday agenda with a cat in a suit as the boss. What do you think?"
  • Helping With World Problems ||"Just recently my grandfather sent me some plans for a new laboratory for helping with solving hunger."
{H A B I T S}
  • Eating Sour Foods ||"Pickles and lemons are my favorite snacks."
  • Puppy Dog Eyes ||"P-Pweeeaassee."
  • Poking ||"I can't help it... People are fun to poke."
  • Hiding Behind Others ||"Well their all bigger than me..."
  • Quoting Dumb Movies ||"Boom! Pachoo! Pow!"
{L I K E S}
  • Cute Clothing ||"What? I can't look good?...."
  • Super Hero Movies ||"Their all so cool...."
  • Books ||"Their like an escape...."
  • Head Rubs ||"They are so relaxing... And sometimes make me go to sleep."
  • Daises ||"Their my favorite kind of flower."
{D I S L I K E S}
  • Being Reminded She's Short ||"........"
  • Miscalculations ||"I may be a genius but I'm not perfect..."
  • Friends In Danger ||"I fear there are just... People I can't save."
  • Crying ||"I... I just can't help it sometimes.."
  • Being Reminded Of Her Parents ||"I hope their ok... Even thought their terrible..."
{G O A L S}
  • Grow Stronger ||"We all have troubles in our lives. I wish to move past mine and grow better."
  • Learn As Much As She Can ||"I hope to one day be able to help all through information just like my grandfather."
  • One Day Encountering Her Parents ||"Maybe if one day I can see them, I.. Can ask why..."
{F E A R S}
  • Being Alone ||"Please don't leave...."
  • Watching A Friend Die ||"No I.. I couldn't bare the sight."
  • Drowning ||"It's just... Large bodies of water scare me and I can't swim!"




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{"They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets." - Mario Balotelli}




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{H I S T O R Y}
After being born prematurely in the United States, Liu's parents feared for her live and development. Both were researchers who often traveled daily. Even when pregnant, her mother feared for her work. After being released from the hospital at a close to healthy state, Liu was sent to her grand father in a small french village in southern France. Her grand father is a skilled philosopher and scientist who located his newest laboratory in the village. He scolded her parents for abandoning her but promised to be her guardian since they would not.

Her parents often sent letters from their current locations. Liu's grand father would often show her the photos that would come with them. However, after almost a year since her birth, the letters and notes stop coming. Her grand father didn't want to think the worse but from the looks of it they both had disappeared. She was too young to even speak or walk and yet her parents had almost vanished from existence.

Around the age of 4, Liu's grand father began to home school her. One day, she had grabbed a hold of his files without telling him. She observed them and began to decode the strange message from them. Her grand father saw it as mindless kid's play but once he got a closer look, he noticed she had solved the puzzle perfectly. After that, she was given small IQ tests by her grand father and a few of his scholars. It was official, she was considered a genius.

Her life soon consisted of studious affairs, helping her grand father and living out her life as a normal young girl. However, as she grew older, the realization had grown as well. By the age of 10, she fully understood why her parents had left. She hated them extremely and as a result began to talk less and less. Her grand father worried for her knowing the wild emotions that must be swirling in her head. She tried not to let it worry him. He had much bigger things to take care of.

Each day she grow a bit more scared, a bit more angry and even more silent. It was rare to even hear a sentence from her. She felt her conflicted emotions within her almost as if it were an aura overflowing with power. He soul burned for reason and closure. When traveling around the world with her grandfather, she encountered an odd scholar who said he knew of a place that may benefit her learning beyond the books. This had been the first time she had herd of DWMA. He spoke of Death City and how she might be able to get their if her grandfather would be ok with it.

It took a bit of convincing but once her grandfather saw the passion she held to go their, he allowed it. No long would she have to cry herself to sleep and hide in the dark while the people she wanted to have a chance to care for walk away. Her next stop would be Death City where she would take part in DWMA and find her true inner and outer strength. Her past is her's and her's alone and she could have either let it control her or control the outcome it would make. She went for the high road.




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{"Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality." - Nikos Kazantzakis}




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{F C}
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{C O L O R}
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{P R O T R A Y E D B Y}
C O S M I C

So begins...

Liu Starfall's Story

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The sounds of Mac snoring echoed around the small apartment of Damian, and Andre that he was squatting in for the time being. Mac sleep on the couch, half under a blanket with his beanie covering his eyes, and his head phones on, blasting music in his ears. Damian was up, and already to go for his first day as a teaching assistant. He shook his head at the sight of Mac as he scratched at his cast. So annoying to be taken out of the field like that. "Wake up." Damian ordered as he shook Mac's leg to wake him him.

"Let me sleep you fucker!" Mac groaned as he kicked at him with his other leg. Mac turned back over to try and go asleep. "Get up! You're going to be late for your first day!" Damian said as he pulled his covers completely off. "Then I'll be late damnnit! Let me sleep you one armed bastard!" Mac growled. Damian rolled his eyes in annoyance. He kneeled down, and used his good arm to tip over the couch, rolling Mac off the couch. "Time to get up." Damian then turned around, and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. "I really fucking hate you." Mac groaned as he got up. "I know you mean love."

"Go get dressed, and whatever you need. I'll drop you off. I've gotta go meet with Lord Death today."
Damian opened the frig, and shuffled through it's insides as he looked for something to eat. Mac was already getting his clothes on as he was talking. "I don't need to be carpooled Mom." Mac said as he tied his sweater around his waist. He grabbed his skateboard that was leaning against the wall. "Besides, me and Denise have this covered." Mac said as he held up his precious skateboard. "Of course you named your skateboard." Damian smirked as he poured a glass of OJ. Mac grabbed his backpack, and went to one of the cupboards, and pulled out a box of pop-tarts. He took one out, and put in his mouth, and with that he was out the door.

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Stamp On The Ground

Mac put his headphones on, and jumped on his skateboard as soon as he was out the door. He rolled down the hallway of the apartment buliding, and jumped up, and grinded down the hand rail of the stairs to get to the ground floor. He continued to skate, rather recklessly, towards the DWMA for his first day. He weaved around people, and cars, while getting lots of dirty looks, which caused a slight smirk to run across his face. This is his idea of fun. Mac began doing fancy kickflips along the way, and even at one point jumped over a rather large dog that was being walked.

He looked down at his watch, and saw that he was nearing being late. Mac rolled his eyes, and began picking up the pace. He was taking back alleys by this point to make good time. Over the few months he's been in Death City, he's gotten to know her pretty well. It wasn't before long, thanks to his 'creative' skating he man it to the big ass stairs. Mac hopped off his board, and picked her up off the ground. He placed her in his backpack, and started the trek up the stairs. Why is there so many stairs?

It took about two minutes, but he finally made it to the top. "Fu....Fuck that!" Mac huffed. He is in no way out of shape, but even an Olympic athlete would need a second after that. Eventually he caught his breath, and continued on. Outside the bulding was a table that had a handmade sign covered in glitter, and little drawlings of flowers, rainbows, smiling suns, and skulls that said Registration in big bold letters. Behind the table was Nurse Kava, and Professor Armstrong. Mac raised an eyebrow at the sign, obvious work of Nurse Kava. On top of the table was a bunch of name tags labeled 'Weapon', and 'Meister' on them.

"Hihihihi! Get you a name tag, and go talk to people! Find you a partner!" Nurse Kava announced to a group of students that arrived at around the same time Mac did. Her voice was very energetic, and fast, almost sounding like one big unaudioable word. It takes a bit to get used to her energy. Mac grabbed a Meister name tag, and scribbled his name on it, though it was barely legible. Meanwhile Nurse Kava took out a big ass thermal container full of coffee that was about the size of her forearm, and began guzzling it down.

Mac looked over at the Professor who was face palming pretty hard at this point. Mac took his skateboard out, and tossed her on the ground, and hopped on her. He began rolling away from the registration table, and started doing kickflips, and other such tricks that he could do. Unfortunately there wasn't a whole lot of stuff to jump off of outside the school.

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Character Portrait: Kapono Amemori Character Portrait: Araya Kipling Character Portrait: Liu Starfall Character Portrait: Malcolm Fate Character Portrait: Alexi Vanya Stukov Character Portrait: Kawamoto Amaya Character Portrait: Cate Oki Character Portrait: Naroshihara Onda Character Portrait: Momo Sesakai Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Gia Weste Character Portrait: Kento Miller
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What A Catch, Donnie. || Fall Out Boy




Cate woke up by sun shining into her eye, and a Quicksilver figurine blocking part of the sun form her eyes. She heard her mom cooking, and Cate smiled, taking in the sweet smell of the morning. Mornings always smell the best. As Cate got up off her bed, she fell and smacked her head off the ground, making her mothers cat jump.

"Cate!?"Her mom called worried, and Cate responded. "I'm good." She said and got up easily, rubbing her head. She felt like collapsing, but instead chose out a cute outfit and threw it on, then brushed her hair and teeth. "Looking pretty good, Cate." She told herself, smiling at her appearance in the mirror while looking at her Quicksilver figurine once more. It was like he was wishing her luck.

She walked out of her, room and was greeted by her loving mother. Cate loved her mother, and looked up to her as a role model. Her mom kissed her cheek and sat her down. "Here. Eat this then- Be gone!" Her mom joked, and smiled. Cate nodded and dug into her favourite meal ever- Waffles. Cate finished up her juice then grabbed her bag and ran out the door. "Bye mom! Love you!" Cate said as she closed the door, and could hear a muffled 'love you more!' from her mom inside.

Cate made her way through the crowds of people walking to work on the sidewalks, as she finally reached the DWMA. She stood there in awe for a second, then broke her gaze. The stairs are way too long!! Then Cate imagined Quicksilver running up it, as she suddenly felt a burst of energy as she bolted up the stairs, and made it up there in just a minute.

Soon Cate was inside, with a name tag on her shirt, and looking around an empty classroom. She wondered where everyone was, and what was wrong with that nurse. Shouldn't one cup of coffee be enough?





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Character Portrait: Kapono Amemori Character Portrait: Araya Kipling Character Portrait: Liu Starfall Character Portrait: Malcolm Fate Character Portrait: Alexi Vanya Stukov Character Portrait: Kawamoto Amaya Character Portrait: Cate Oki Character Portrait: Naroshihara Onda Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Gia Weste Character Portrait: Henry Lennox Character Portrait: Kento Miller
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Jiyuu no Tsubasa | For Real | Tightrope | Rocks | Crossing Field
{β€œIf the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”-E.B White}




As Naro approached the cusp of the tan concrete at the train station he smiled at the city before him. Clutching the note from his father, Naro looked up confidently. Today is the day, the day all my family's trust in me is justified. As his sandaled foot hit the road a car whooshed past him with a loud roar and a yell and some sort of hand gesture. Naro tilted his head. Perhaps I offended him with my unannounced entry? Aha! That's it! I must announce I am passing through, otherwise the guardians of the black trail will look upon me with disdain.

Clearing his throat and slamming his hands together bowing his head Naro shouted out at the road.

"I BEG PASSAGE THROUGH YOUR LAND OH GREAT SPIRITS!"

Looking up briefly, seeing no more "beasts" rushing by, Naro smiled and said a quick prayer of thanks before crossing the black stretch to the other side. He felt very proud that he discovered such a custom all on his own without help from a local. He had a bit of a strut in his step as he made his way, in accordance to a map his maid had given him, to the DWMA. The stairs alone were formidable, the building was lavish, everything about it screamed adventure. Naro grinned, his black eyes glowing with ambition.

I'm so close to my first step to glory.

As his foot touched the first step a herd of other staff members and students rushed past him, trampling him under foot. Apparently they were late. After the hoard cleared, Naro stood shakily, battered and bruised he brushed off his outfit and made his way up the steps. Assuring himself these things happened to everyone, such humiliates would improve his resistance to such things. Once he reached the top a perky woman handed him a name tag and ushered him on his way.

Once entering the correct area he spotted a few students had arrived and there was the teacher as well. If he learned anything in his life it was that in such situations it would be best to remain silent until addressed directly Nodding out of respect to the teacher he made his way over to a spot and sat in a cross-legged position on the ground, he figured destiny would lead his partner to him. As such he would meditate, he had a lot to recall from the crash course on customs his friends had given him.

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Character Portrait: Kapono Amemori Character Portrait: Araya Kipling Character Portrait: Liu Starfall Character Portrait: Malcolm Fate Character Portrait: Alexi Vanya Stukov Character Portrait: Kawamoto Amaya Character Portrait: Cate Oki Character Portrait: Naroshihara Onda Character Portrait: Mac Solomon Character Portrait: Gia Weste Character Portrait: Henry Lennox Character Portrait: Kento Miller
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Amaya woke with the sun. It streamed in through the window of the small apartment she'd settled into, peeking through the thin curtains to light up the bare room. The one personal thing, besides Amaya's clothes and a single book, that occupied the room thus far was a half finished quilt, a project she'd brought out of the orphanage, made of scraped together scraps of ruined shirt and tattered dress. It, and the beaten up gym bag it was in, clashed a little with the soft beige and nearly sterile appearance of the room.

Amaya shook herself out of her revery, and quietly berating herself for wasting those moments. Finally getting around to actually enrolling in DWMA, after arriving during the summer, she couldn't afford to be late. She hopped out of bed and quickly got herself ready for the day. She had a simple slice of toast for her breakfast, with a glass of water, and glanced at the clock. She had some time before she had to be at the academy. Could she go grab some essentials from the grocery store, put them away in the apartment, and get back to school before then? Probably not, but it was definitely something she'd do on the way back afterwards. She also needed to go check out the library, and see if they carried romance novels.

With her plan for the day set, Amaya set off for the academy at a brisk walk. She noticed the amount of others around her own age headed the same direction, obviously other students, and wondered if she'd get along well with them. If she'd make friends, be useful, maybe even find love. However, she was knocked out of her thoughts by almost being bowled over by a boy on a skateboard. She huffed and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. She chose to ignore his carelessness.

Instead, she noticed a man in an apron in front of the grocery store. He wasn't very tall, but he was trying to reach up and hang a basket on a high hook. Without thinking, or announcing her presence, Amaya took the basket from his hands and hooked it up for him.
"Oh, thank you very mu..." He began to say, but his voice trailed off when he turned and looked up at Amaya. Amaya stared back, blankly. The man started to look uncomfortable.
"It's not a problem." She replied, though the man cut her off.
"W-would you like some fruit?? As thanks??" He said, a painful looking smile on his face. Amaya sighed with a frown, which didn't help the guys nerves, and nodded. Her intimidating appearance had made things awkward again. On the positive side, she now had a shopping bag with some free fruit in it. It occurred to her as she walked away, though, that she'd probably look a little odd carrying a shopping bag of fruit to school. She didn't have time to take it back to her apartment.

However, she got a laugh later when she passed the skateboard boy on the stairs. Apparently her brisk walking had been more effective than she might have thought, she'd somewhat kept up, and closed the gap when he couldn't skate. Slow and steady wins the race after all. She considered calling out and scolding him for his reckless disregard for other pedestrians, but she had a feeling he wouldn't really listen, or may even enjoy annoying people on the streets. Instead she turned her attention to the alarmingly sparkly desk, behind which sat a woman and a very large flask. Amaya paused at the desk, internally cringing as she waited for the woman to look and get spooked. She was surprised when there was no real reaction. The woman spoke, but Amaya, still fumbling a little with English (languages had never been her strength), couldn't quite make out what she said. However, the woman had gestured to the table, and the nametags thereon. Amaya looked and, after a moment, realised half said "Weapon" and the other half said "Meister". Amaya snatched up a tag that said "Weapon", and wrote her name underneath, carefully so that it was legible, and in Japanese as well as English. After that was registration, though there were a number of interesting characters that distracted her before she got there. For one thing, a boy in traditional Japanese clothes got trampled by a sudden influx of students, and another, the skateboarding boy was doing tricks. She slowed to a halt as the (presumably) Japanese boy sat on the ground in a meditating position.

Strange world. At least her shopping bag didn't look that weird in comparison.

Amaya considered her situation, before deciding to throw caution to the wind for a moment. Though, she only partially did, since she subtly checked the Japanese boy's tag, signed "Naroshihara Onda", and sighed some relief that he was another weapon. That made things much more simple.
"Pardon me." She said. "But what are you doing on the floor?"

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Dawn came with rosy fingers. Watching the Sun rise over Death Valley is a truly wondrous sight. The Sun was shaking the blear from its eyes as it slowly began to work up its traditional laugh. A silhouetted figure could be seen sitting at the window of the Nurses Station in the DWMA. Malcolm Fate was sitting on the windowsill cross legged, looking absentmindedly out of the window. Ever since he had broken up with his last partner, he had been forced to stay in the Nurses office, as Lord Death deemed it unsafe for him to live alone. Today was to be the day that changed. He was getting a partner. this time they wouldnt assign him one, this time he was to decide himself. Malcolm wasn't sure how to do that and the thought scared.....yet it also excited him. No one would be able to tell, as Malcolm is nearly incapable of showing his emotions.

The door flew open and a familiar voice echoed through the once silent room."Goooooooooooood Morning Malcolm!!!! Are you ready for your first day being with your new partner!! I hope sosososososososo much you find someone who really gets you!!!! It's time to....." Nurse Ania stopped in the middle of her sentence when she saw Malcolm. Malcolm had simply looked over his shoulder at her when she had entered. His bed was made but he was still in his pajamas. Nurse Ania's face betrayed a frown and quickly walked over to him and sat down.

"You didn't sleep last night again, didn't you?"

Malcolm stared at her blankly and slowly shook his head.

*Sigh*"Are you scared....or...or..excited?" She asked with a concerned looks in her eye.

Malcolm stared blankly for a few moments before slowly nodding. Ania seemed confused.

"Well, which one silly head?"

"Both." He stated with zero inflection.

Her smile returned to her. "Well that's normal Malcolm! Everyone feels that way today! Now get ready and dressed! You can use the Chemical shower like usual. I have to go set up the booth before nine. I made it so pretty today! You're gonna love it! See ya out there! With a spring back in her step, she zoomed out the door. A second after the door slammed, it quickly opened again, poking her head in. "OH! And heres your name tag, I made it SPARKLY! Don't forget to eat your breakfast silly!" *SLAM* Malcolm was alone in the room once more, a bright neon pink and blue name tag with his name written in glitter below the bedazzled word WEAPON, lay in his hand.

Nurse Ania's words had made him feel a little more confident. If everyone was feeling like this, than maybe it would be easier to find a partner than her thought. With new determination, Malcolm slowly got ready for the day, remembering to eat the energy bars that Ania had left for him. He put on his White beanie last and was out the door.

Malcolm slowly walked through the halls of the DWMA before reaching a common meeting area. He sat and waited for a few hours and slowly kids began to trickle in. When the kids started arising, Malcolm immediately lost most of his confidence. He had no idea how to approach anyone with a conversation, let alone have one. He just....can't talk like other people can. He tried to go unnoticed for at least a little while. He got up and found a quiet corner but still in the room.

He pulled out his Harmonica and began to play. Like always, he played his Soul

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Rose Tattoo || Dropkick Murphys

Alexei snorted as the music alarm kicked in, with his own MP3 player hooked up to it, blaring music at him as he sat up with a quiet groan. Today was the first day of his time with the DWMA, for all the good and ill that would bring. Good, for he was indeed a Weapon and could hardly utilize that talent on his own. For ill, since he had to deal with potentially aggravating and irritating fellow students and even, and the usage of the word might have made him ill, peers in the pursuit of becoming potent Meister and Weapon teams. Alongside other academic pursuits, those that he would look far more forward to than simply being the tool for some man, or woman, who he had no respect for. He could only hope and, if he were of a religious mindset, pray that he could work with whomever ended up partnering with him. That was what he was expecting today to be, figuring out who worked with who, whether they liked it or not, and probably getting classes sorted out to work around such groupings and the like. As Alexei hauled himself out of bed, and grabbed his pack of smokes, he had to wonder how long it would be until he could get to the library and begin working there in peace.

Pulling out one of his cigarettes and lighting it, he went about his morning routine like he had been the past few days. He had not been in Death City, which was a wonderfully inspiring name the more Alexei thought on the name, for long enough to really get to know any locals, thankfully. First off was breakfast, as he threw some frozen meal into the microwave and went about heading for the shower while the meal began cooking in the microwave, stubbing out his cigarette into an ash tray as he passed it. Showering and smoking didn't really work together, as much as he had tried to figure out otherwise. But he showered quickly, making sure he was clean and presentable before he went back out into the little kitchenette area, pulling out the meal as it finished cooking and sat in a towel, watching the morning news and weather as he ate. Another hot day, apparently, which he did not approve of. Beyond that, nothing unusual or interesting in the news. He sighed as he finished eating and threw the trash into the bin and went back to his room, going about getting dressed. His closet was just multiple copies of the same outfit, with a few additions for cold weather expeditions. But none of that was necessary, so it was his usual attire.

Once dressed, Alexei made sure the apartment was clean before he left. It would save him time when he got back home for the evening, he wouldn't have to clean then. Walking out of the apartment, he locked the door behind him and lit a second cigarette. It would last him most of the trip to the DWMA, and hopefully he would not need another while he was there. He did not know the policy on smoking at the Academy, and he would rather not light up just to have an instructor yell at him for it. But he walked down the streets and side alleys, arms behind his head in a relaxed manner as he ignored the goings on around him as the city woke up for the day. He eventually arrived at the way too many bloody stairs and as he looked up the looming set of stairs he sighed, grinding out the cigarette butt under his shoe and sticking his hands in his pockets before muttering to himself. "That is just plain inefficient. That many stairs is just uncalled for..."

Alexei eventually reached the top of the stairs, in a far less pleasant mood than he had started them in, and saw other students had arrived and had nametags marked Meister and Weapon with accompanying names. Handing the tags out was an overcaffinated and hyper as all get out woman, the nurse who's name eluded him right now. Another instructor behind her was clearly not in the happiest of states with the situation, something that Alexei could fully agree on. Taking a Weapon tag and scrawling his name out, he stalked off in an attempt to find the library, dismissing the other students fully. He would either find the library, or he wouldn't or would be stopped. In that case he would find himself someplace quiet and secluded to sit and wait for someone who looked like they were worth dealing with to arrive, Meister or otherwise. In the meantime, the chattering nurse had already grated on his nerves, and he muttered in Russian under his breath, talking to himself about the situation he was currently in. He was confident that no one would be able to understand him, maybe even recognize the language he was speaking in. The latter would be even more ideal than the former.