Description

Heather Breth

Role
Student

Gender
Female

Age
15

Phobia
WIP

Likes
+Dogs
+The beach
+Swimming
+Messy/cute hair
+Casual clothes
+Half shirts
+Short shorts
+Boys
+Music
+Sunglasses
+Flowers
+Sunny days
+Smart guys
+Funny guys
+Shy guys
+Her brother+
+Flip flops
+Coffee
+Candy
+Sweet people/things

Dislikes
-Mean girls
-Cats
-The winter
-Being cold
-Rainy days
-Being bored
-Being alone
-Annoying people
-People making fun of her name 'oh where's Romeo ?' Like I haven't heard that one before.'
-Spicy food
-People who dislike dogs
-When people don't like swimming/water
-Touching her, or her hair without knowing it's okay
-Girls getting close to her brother
-Hearing a lot about her mother
-Seeing her brother sad

Brief Description
Heather has long blonde coloured hair. It reaches down to about half way down her back. Her bangs end just above her eyes, and the rest of it falls down in subtle waves unless she straightens it. She has big blue eyes, and soft features. She has a nice figure, being 5'6" and weighing about 118 lbs. She has long legs, and an above average breast size. She has a natural tan from being out in the sun very often, and very light freckles over her nose. She is usually found wearing light colours, short and tight shirts or skirts, or jean shorts, which her brother does not appreciate her wearing. Her make-up is usually light, her lips a light pinky colour, and mascara. Her nails are often painted, also a light colour.

Personality
Heather is a sweet girl when you first meet her. She's quick with a friendly smile, and easily compliments you. She is polite and graceful, and has an elegance to her that makes her appear very poised. But, there's mystery in her eyes, and slyness in her smile. Some people can tell there is much, much more than a kind innocent girl. If you knew her personally, she can sometimes be quite the handful.
Don't let her light steps, and charming laughter fool you too easily. She would easily seem like a girl you'd put on the good side, but she can be very dark. There's other sides to her very different than those that she shows. Her lovely exterior sometimes gets the best of people. This is not to say she's actually evil, no. She's just mischievous, and a bit curious, you may have to keep close attention to her.
The beautiful girl is not only witty and clever, but intelligent as well. Though by looking at her you may assume she's an average girl even, she's very observant, and is probably watching your every move. Being very attentive, she tries to always be aware of what's going on, and she analyzes situations carefully. One wrong move and you may have a fireball coming at you. She has quick reflexes, and isn't afraid of any consequences hurting you will get her into. Her goal is never to hurt someone though. Usually she toys around, and has her fun scaring others, but knows when to quit.
A flaw she has is that she's very melodramatic. And in other words, she's a bit of a drama queen. Her emotions are hysterical, so if she wakes up happy, she'll be extremely happy. And if something sets her off, she'll be extremely angry, maybe sad. She has a quick temper, so I wouldn't test her. Her moods can easily change, but it's a one way street, she's usually straight forward, and you can easily tell how she's feeling. But don't forget, if you don't know her well she'll always seem cheery and delicate.
She and her brother are somewhat opposites, but surprisingly very close. She's one of the few people that can make him smile or laugh, but she also reminds him of their mother. Her temper isn't much of a problem for him, since he knows how to handle her, which pretty much means not responding and letting her cool down. She usually doesn't mean what she says when she's angry, and will come back and apologize later. She's somewhat protective of her brother, maybe it's jealousy of anyone else getting close to him. It's not that she doesn't want him to be happy, she just wants to keep being the reason he smiles or laughs. She's afraid that if he finds another girl to love that he'll forget about her.
As for boys, she's very flirtatious, and does get around a bit. She doesn't take love very seriously, so her crushes vary daily. She hasn't really been in many serious or long relationships because she hasn't put that much effort into it. It was always just a fling to her, and didn't mean much. She's decided that when she meets someone worth working for, she will.

History
See Dyer's history.

Soulmate
TBA

The Show - Lenka
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
Can't do it alone
I've tried, but I don't know why

Slow it down, make it stop
Or else my heart is going to pop
Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot
To be something I'm not

I'm a fool out of love
Cause I just can't get enough

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
Can't do it alone
I've tried, but I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out
It's bringing me down
I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

The sun is hot in the sky
Just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs
And syncronize in time

It's a joke, nobody knows
They got a ticket to the show
Yeah

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
Can't do it alone
I've tried, and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out
It's bringing me down
I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

Just enjoy the show
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
Can't do it alone
I've tried, but I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out
It's bringing me down
I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

So begins...

Heather Breth's Story

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#2012-10-20 16:08:38, as written by ChristyLovesYou

Heather & Dyer Breth

Heather lazily rolled her head over, looking at her brother seated diagonally from her. His head rested against the window, the dark haired boy's blank stare remind upon his face as always, his mind someplace far away. She sighed, and kicked at his shoe. He glanced over at her bored expression, it was almost asking him to entertain her. He adjusted his position upright, and looked at her duly. "I don't think we'll be on the train too much long.." he started and trailed off. She frowned slightly, hating when he did that. It's like he had something to say and then stopped. Or got distracted. Maybe he had ADD or something. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and pulled her phone from her pocket. They'd been on this dumb train for about an hour or so. She tried following Dyer's gaze out the window, but it was no use. It's not like anyone ever seemed to tap into what he was thinking. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms with a huff.

He looked over to her, raising an eyebrow. She was so impatient. The sun glared in through the window, and the way it hit her hair made it seem like it was golden. He noticed that, and though it was pretty, he'd prefer it in the light of a colder sun. During the winter everything had a blue color to it. Especially when it snowed, an aroma of cool white-blue seemed to fill up any room with the blinds drawn open. He missed the winter already, but he knew his sister felt the exact opposite, dreading when it were to come. That was the problem with them. As close as they were, they were extremely different.

The train halted to a stop, slowing while it screeched against the tracks. Heather's nose twitched a bit, something she personally hated about herself. It always seemed to act up in the fall especially. But when the train did fully stop, she hopped up, and stretched her arms high above her. She smiled brightly, happy to be getting off finally. Dyer's eyes lit up, he did enjoy seeing his sister happy, even if it was something as stupid as being excited to get off a train. She took her purse, putting it on her shoulder, and let out a breath of relief. "Well that was much too long." she said, and began getting her bags. Dyer helped her, and got his own.

They both exited from the train station, where a chauffeur waited for them with their names written on a card. This wasn't something surprising, their father always planned things ahead like this. The man took their bags loading them in the limousine's trunk. He went around and opened their door, which Dyer and Heather stepped into. They both took a seat and relaxed, glad to be somewhere more comfortable than the train. Heather then thought of something. "Wait, why the hell didn't we just use dad's jet?" She asked, looking Dyer.

He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, only for them to fall back into place. "That'd be a waste of fuel, we're not too far, the train only took an hour." he answered. Thinking about it, they were a bit spoiled. Like honestly, who needed a private family jet? But he guessed when his dad traveled world wide, it would be helpful. But even then, it's like he couldn't stand first class. 'Oh the horror'. Dyer thought it was a bit much, but it's not like they'd listen to his opinion about it. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes not leaving Heather's face.

~~~~~~

Awhile later, after they put their bags in their homerooms, they both ended up in the auditorium. Dyer look calm as always, just observing everything everything that was happening. He was relaxed, and already he looked bored in his expression, whether he actually was or not. Heather stood at his side, looking perfect as she always seemed to, something he'd noted. She was almost like a doll. Flawless in a way, though she probably didn't think so. Girls always seemed to find flaws of themselves. But then again at times, Heather could act out and be completely the opposite. But what person couldn't? Dyer maybe.. But he didn't think of himself as strange.

Heather tugged gently on Dyer's arm sleeve, and leaned in, whispering to him. "Should we sit down somewhere?" He nodded, and made his way to a row of empty seats, a bit back from the front. He went and slunk down into one of the chairs, Heather following him, but instead delicately sitting herself down. Empty seats were on either side of them, and Dyer stared straight ahead to the stage. Heather looked around a bit, at potential soulmates.

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#2012-10-20 22:08:18, as written by Tsukiakari

Sora A. Lehsade

BGM: Little Love Song (Piano)

A small shape clad in black was the sole occupant of the back half of the large travel bus as it crawled its way down the highway. It was early, so most of the few passengers seated in the front half of the bus were trying to catch some rest while they could, while those that were awake were generally reading newspapers or books to pass the time, or else talking quietly amongst themselves in low voices, so as not to wake those slumbering nearby. They seemed to be a tour group of some sort, in the solitary girl's humble opinion, so it made sense they'd all stick together fairly close to the front. It was fortunate for her, at any rate, since it meant she could make the trip between cities at least without having to deal with the tourists staring at her as though she was some sort of attraction, probably in the sense of a two-headed turtle at a freak show.

These thoughts drove her to glance about herself, just to make sure that she, seated as she was in the very back seat of the bus, could not be seen behind the tall-backed chairs in front of her. That was probably the best thing about being small, she thought. You were very hard to notice when you didn't want to be. And she, Sora Lehsade, very, very rarely wanted to be seen. Just being in the same vehicle as so many other people was enough to break her focus completely, causing her to shift her gaze about nervously, unable to focus on the words on the page of the small book before her, which was trembling along with her weak hands.

A sudden sound snapped her to attention as she quickly recognized the tread of heavy boots approaching her. In an instant, one brown eye had shot up to meet the visage of a tired looking man with white hair shambling towards the restroom in the back end of the bus, while a pale, thin hand had been raised at the exact same time in a gesture of nervous habit, covering her left eye in a poorly-executed attempt to make it look like she was brushing back her hair, when in fact she was covering the spot where her perfectly ordinary left eye should have been, and the eyepatch and surrounding scar tissue that was actually there. Turning away shyly as the man passed her and entered the restroom, she occupied herself with staring out the window so as not to attract his attention until he came back out again and returned to his seat. Only after that did she finally turn and halfheartedly attempt to continue the passage she must have read a thousand times over the course of the comparatively short trip, always losing her concentration and returning to that exact same sentence, only to repeat the process ad infinitum. Sighing softly to herself, she finally gave up the ghost and stopped pretending she was actually getting anywhere, shutting the book and gazing idly down at her feet, her thoughts consumed by countless fears and worries.

The light of the dawn she had stared into out of the window of that bus... had it always been so bright? It hurt to look at anything without squinting, and that was just with her good eye. What would it be like if she could still see perfectly? All that light... how had she ever managed to bear it before? How did normal people tolerate such a blinding radiance each and every day of their lives? Having spent so long shut up in her own secret world, she couldn't fathom even something so mundane as venturing outside regularly. To her, it seemed intolerable. So many people, all around you, filling the wide spaces where there were no quiet places to take shelter and hide with a good book, and all that light, blinding you and keeping you from making out the words on the page, even though it was right in front of you, and making you noticeable even when you wanted nothing more than to simply become invisible. The noise and light and anxiety she felt all combined to bring pain to her head and a heavy weight to her heart. Deep down, Sora couldn't help but wonder. Why was she here? Why had she agreed to finally leave the confines of her room, the last bastion behind which she had hidden from the world that so terrified her? Why was she, even now, making her way into a new and strange place, the purpose of which she was sure would bring her nothing but pain, and bring nothing but a burden to those who would be forced to deal with her? Why, even after she discerned the true purpose of the school for those who found it difficult to interact with others, Curious Academy, was in fact nothing less than bringing together complete strangers in the bond known as "love?" She had known the purpose of the academy. She had known the arrangements that would be made. She had known that she would be looked down upon and scorned for her inferiority. She had known that she would just end up being a burden to someone who would probably be a nice, normal person, who, expecting someone like himself, would find himself saddled with a physically and emotionally broken nervous wreck, and the burdens that would entail. She knew that all she would do was provide a lifelong nuisance to someone who did not deserve it. She knew all of these things, and yet, she had never backed down from her initial agreement, had never even voiced her complaints to her blissfully ignorant brother, nor to her dismissive father who had ever-reluctantly agreed to the arrangement. She had just taken her secret fears in silence, submitted the required surveys and forms, and simply accepted her fate. And so, the question haunted her constantly. Why? Why had she been so foolish as to do all of this, even when it went against everything she believed in, everything she was? Why had she willfully plunged her life into an actualization of her greatest fears? Had it been perhaps in some misguided hope of facing everything she couldn't stand up to? Had it been a concession of despair, a figurative surrender to reality? Or, unlikely as it might have seemed, had it been because of the three questions more pressing to her than "why?"

"What is 'love?' Is it alright for me to 'love?' Is it okay, even for someone like me, to be 'loved?'"

But, alas. All of these questions went unasked and unanswered, and the bus continued its winding way through the cool morning air.

...

The noise of the bus stop would have been enough to cow even a more courageous person than the rather spineless Sora, whose rather bunny-like nature kept her frozen in place until every last one of the tourists had cleared their seats before her. The driver, not even realizing he had an extra passenger who hadn't yet disembarked, was just about to close the door when the sounds of Sora clumsily rolling her duffel bag down the aisle of the bus drew his attention, and he glanced back with slight surprise, evidently having forgotten about her. His sudden attention quickly caused her to panic as she let one hand go of her duffel and quickly covered the left side of her face, while the fearful twitching that followed caused her to upset her bag. This, fortunately, gave her an excuse to turn away and bend down out of sight, gathering her composure for a moment whilst she righted the overturned duffel and then slowly rose and, mustering her courage, quickly passed the man and exited the bus, giving a quiet "Sorry for the trouble. Thank you very much," as she quickly departed. As the doors of the vehicle closed behind her and it lurched to a start with a hiss, she could faintly hear the voice of the man muttering to himself, his words bringing a vibrant scarlet hue to her face, and shame to her heart.

"What a strange girl," the man murmured as he pulled the bus away, leaving her alone amidst the small crowd around her, a dark-clad stranger in a foreign place. To be perfectly honest, she had no idea where to go, and would never dream of asking anyone for directions, so that left her only two options, neither of which she liked. First, she could wander around in this crowd until she found the place she was looking for. But she was already getting stared at, having lowered her hand from her eye to support her duffel as she clambered down the stairs of the bus, and she didn't think she could bear another minute of this, let alone however long it would take to find the academy. Besides that, she would be late, and that would just be an unnesecary burden both to the school staff and to whoever ended up being assigned to deal with her bothersome self. She didn't want that, which left only the other option.

It didn't take her long to find a taxi. It wasn't very busy, and most were either parked for breakfast or cruising about slowly waiting for someone to hail them. The one she found was of the former variety, parked in front of a donut shop with its driver inside catching a snack. Being patient by nature, Sora decided not to interrupt the conspicuously uniformed woman as she purchased her morning meal, even if doing so would be more expedient for her. It would only be a few minutes of waiting, anyway.

Even so, the Norwegian air was very cold, and Sora, long used to dwelling indoors in the climate controlled paradise that was her room, found herself shivering out of cold rather than neurosis by the time the cab driver emerged from the store. It didn't help anything that, although she had chosen to wear a gray blazer she was rather fond of over her usual white blouse, she had also rather foolishly elected to complete her ensemble with a combination of a light purple skirt and black thigh-high stockings. Due to this poor choice in garment, she found herself chilled to the bone before the driver finally emerged and, glancing over at her where she stood next to the woman's cab, raised an eyebrow curiously. She had been too busy to cover her face, occupied as she was hugging her arms tightly to her chest in the hope that she might manage to retain some basic level of warmth in her upper body, even if her legs were, by now, a lost cause, so consequently, the woman saw in full detail exactly how abnormal she really was.

"Are you waiting for someone, young lady?" The woman asked pointedly. Sora reluctantly nodded, and tried to stammer out a response. This was no small feat, however, for between her own crippling shyness and the chattering of her teeth, it was very difficult to even get the words she wanted out.

"Y-yes... Need to... go somewhere..." She managed weakly, turning her face away as best she could and gazing awkwardly down at the ground. The woman, apparently noticing the shame her stare was causing, quickly mustered a bright and cheerful smile, and focused instead on Sora's good eye, bringing her at least some slight relief.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'm just the person who can help! Come on, hop in!" She invited, walking past and gesturing to the cab as she opened the side door before clearing out of the way, pointing toward the interior like a chauffeur. Sora, awkward as she felt, couldn't refuse the lady's kind smile, and so managed to convince herself to follow through with her plan, despite the nervousness the prospect of a conversation with another Human being, after having spent so long in solitude, inspired in her heart.

The driver, still smiling reassuringly, closed the door behind her, and quickly entered the driver's seat in front of her. Sora, meanwhile, strapped herself in, and mentally braced herself for the challenge to come.

"So, where to?" The woman asked at last, starting up the engine of the cab.

"I-it's a school... C-called C-Curious Academy," She stammered at last, in no way encouraged by the look of surprise the woman gave the moment she finally managed to spit out her answer. This look quickly turned to a knowing, yet sad smile, which plainly showed an emotion quite akin to pity. This did not encourage Sora in the least.

"Oh... I see..." The woman said at last, glancing back at her passenger's eyepatch and deducing what was quite probably something very close to the truth: that Sora Lehsade was nothing but a hopeless shut in: a social outcast who, unable to interact with Humans on a normal level, was now leaving her future up to fate in a last-ditch attempt to find someone who might love and understand her, a partner she would otherwise have very little hope of encountering. While this wasn't entirely the case - she had not, after all, known about the romantic aspect of the school until she had already begun signing up - it was close enough to make Sora feel deeply ashamed of herself, causing her to yet again avert her face in the hopes that her perceptive driver wouldn't notice the flush of shame rapidly crossing her features.

"A-alright," the driver said quickly, trying and failing to undo the damage her initial reaction had dealt. "I know where that place is. I'll get you there in no time. Since I made you wait out in the cold, I'll even do it free of charge. How does that sound?"

"E-eh?" Sora reacted, glancing up in surprise. "N-no, that's alright. Wouldn't it be a problem if you weren't paid for doing you job?"

"Nah, it's fine. Our taxi company has a refund policy in the case of bad customer relations. If we inconvenience you, you get your money back, see?"

"O-oh... Alright... if it won't be a problem, then, thank you, I guess..."

"No problem." With this, the awkward conversation quickly lapsed into silence as Sora quietly looked away and the driver turned her attention to the road ahead, the one too ashamed of herself to speak, the other deciding not to trouble her nervous passenger any further. Time passed in that dead quiet, and before long, the cab had pulled up in front of the school, and Sora had quickly gotten out, giving a quiet thanks to her driver. "Good luck," was all the woman said as she smiled, waved, and drove away, leaving the young, solitary girl in black to make her way into the large building before her.

...

Fortunately, it seemed that most of the school's population was already in the auditorium for the announcements, so Sora had a relatively quiet trip to the homeroom after receiving her directions at the receptionist's desk, although even this much was a challenge for her. The trip all the way up to the fourth floor was difficult as well, albeit for different reasons. After her accident, her body had never exactly been in peak physical shape, and four years of being locked up in her room had not helped this one bit, and had undone most of the therapy she had gone through to recover from her considerable injuries in the crash that had claimed her eye. Just climbing up all the stairs to the top floor was enough to make her breaths grow fast and ragged, and by the time she had gone all the way back down to the auditorium, she was feeling dizzy from exertion, her legs sore and her body tired. She searched about quickly for a seat, too preoccupied to even greatly notice the number of people assembled in the same room as her. Still, she realized that their presence would be nerve-wracking to her, even if she didn't dwell overly much on that fact. Reasoning that it would help avoid the stares of those around her - even if it was only from behind - she made her way as far forward as she could, hoping to get a seat in the second row, justifying this by the logic that those behind her wouldn't be able to see her face, those beside her would be too focused on the stage - why else would they be in the front? - and those in front of her wouldn't look back for the same reasons, and would block those on the stage from looking at her. Sadly, however, she had apparently arrived rather late, as almost all seats even remotely close to the front had already been claimed. Still, she supposed, she would just have to make due with what was available, and decided to, despite her trepidation at the number of people surrounding her, sit as close to the front as she could get. And so, she silently slipped into one of the middle rows, brushing past a moving student as she did so. Turning to apologize to him, however, she failed to turn back around completely before beginning to move again. And, due to her limited field of vision, she didn't realize as she stepped forward that there was someone sitting right next to her, his long legs just extended into her walking path, until it was much too late.

Striking her own foot against the boy's outstretched one, Sora found herself stumbling forward, losing her balance almost immediately. Not wanting to fall on her face, she stifled a cry and quickly collapsed into the nearest chair, catching herself with her hands on its back and, once her breath had returned to her and her heart had come down from her throat, quickly spinning about to face the one who had tripped her - no, who she had tripped upon - her face red and hot with embarrassment.

The boy was tall, with a long, lean build, and, despite his unimposing figure, Sora had no doubt that he would overshadow her if he stood up, being a full head taller than herself. Even kneeling upon the chair as she was, compared to his own seated posture, she only came about up to his own level. His skin, meanwhile, was a pale shade that compared even to her own, and, considering how little time she spent outside, that was quite an accomplishment. His hair was ruffled and unkempt - probably the work of the strong, cold wind outside - and a jet black hue, again quite similar to her own raven locks. But, the most striking feature he had was his eyes. A bright shade of azure, they shone forth from his face like twin orbs of crystallized lighting, striking deeply into her as though staring straight through her. It was uncanny, and yet somehow enthralling to her. She felt deeply nervous as those eyes gazed upon her, and yet her own brown eye was unable to easily turn away, while her blinded eye lay uncovered before him, as she was too nerve-wracked at the moment to remember the old habit of placing an eye over it to keep people from staring.

"I-I'm sorry...!" She stammered, her voice quiet but quite high pitched. "I couldn't see where I was going, and..." She trailed off, unable to meet the boy's piercing blue eyes any longer. "S-sorry," Sora said again as she slowly lapsed into a seated posture. While she wanted nothing more than to move away, where the boy wouldn't be able to keep staring at her, that would be incredibly rude, and, honestly, she didn't think she had the courage to do something like that. So, she would just have to stay, and do her best not to be any more trouble to the boy than she already had been. But, even knowing this, she still found it hard to bear staying close to him, for he already had someone sitting next to him! Sora didn't know if the fair-haired girl was his sister or his lover, but either way, she was intruding upon whatever conversation they might have been having before her clumsy, bumbling entrance, which only made her feel worse. She found herself trembling from supressed anxiety, and it was all she could do to simply keep her gaze firmly focused on the floor, her face averted from the soul-searching blue eyes of the boy next to her, and to pray that the announcement and welcoming session began soon. She didn't think she could take it if things continued like this for any longer.

She really, really didn't like being outside. Again, those old questions surfaced with renewed force. But although "Why?" was still filling every aspect of her thoughts, the three deeper, unspoken inquiries yet lingered, just as impossible to fully dismiss as they were to ask or answer. And, for the first time, Sora found herself hoping - imperceptibly, and unnoticeable, even to herself - the ridiculous hope that she might somehow, no matter how unlikely it was, find the answers she sought, and with them find the cure for her broken, empty, and fleeting heart.

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Heather Breth

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a character in “Such a Curious Academy”, as played by ChristyLovesYou

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