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Tristan Aeol

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a character in “Uta Academy”, as played by cirrus_sd

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Tristan Aeol
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Name: Tristan
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3
Weight: 160-170 lbs
Oddity: Albino
Sexuality: Hetero, though he's not actively looking for anyone
Romantic Interest: "Is it legal to be in love with your instrument?"
Nationality: American
Job: Used to work at a Radio Shack. Since moving to Japan, he is unemployed
Type of Singer: Tenor. He enjoys listening, performing and singing a wide variety of songs and pieces, though he doesn't like country, rap, or a lot of recent pop music (depends on his mood). He doesn't let foreign music stop him either, as he typically mimics the way the artist sings.
Instrument(s): Preferred: Mallet instruments (such as xylophone, marimba, vibraphone, etc). Close second is the piano. Most percussion instruments he is fairly adept at. Doesn't even want to learn other instruments, though he's fairly confident he could figure them out.



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(A rare image of Tristan doing something other than scowling)



Appearance: Tristan is about 6 foot 3 and has a lanky build. He has long fingers, legs and arms, and a bit of a long face as well. He is partially albino, which gives him pale skin and white hair (this includes head hair and body hair, though his body hair is so thin it is rarely visible). His eyes are an ice-blue and large for his thin face, though they're typically half-lidded as he always looks bored or annoyed. The best way to look at him would be from the side, as his long pointed nose helps offset the rest of his facial features. while he typically keeps his feathery hair short, it always stuck up all over the place, and he is trying something new by growing it out somewhat. He usually dresses in layered shirts, with the long-sleeved shirt a sort of over-sized striped collared shirt and the short-sleeved just a regular t-shirt usually sponsoring some place. He wears jeans and a pair of converse. He is often seen with his 'portable' xylophone case (which he likes to point out isn't too portable since it is roughly the size of a medium-length piano keyboard) slung across his back.

Unknown to others, several scars decorate his back. He never disrobes in front of anyone, and never goes swimming either (though if pushed, he will don a shirt).

Personality: Tristan does not particularly like talking. This doesn't mean he won't (as he grew older he has grown to accept other's dependency on the spoken word) but he prefers not to when he can help it. He believes that speech is one of the lowest forms of communicating ideas, as everybody can do it and will say the most stupid things with it. As a result, he is largely quiet and tends to keep to himself. Although on the outside he might seem a quiet, sullen adult, on the inside, he is quite loud. Mentally he critiques the world for what it is, making silent sassy remarks about what he sees that annoys him. Although some may look down on him, Tristan tends to think himself as a little better than them. After all, they require speech to get their ideas heard. Tristan gets his ideas out through music. Tristan has no problem with ignoring others when he is uninterested or simply not in the mood. Although many try--especially his therapist--he feels that no one is capable of understanding him, and as far as he knows, that is perfectly all right. He has had to deal with much of his life alone, without help, and he sees no problem with carrying out the rest of his life in the same fashion. He is not above friends, but his coldness makes it difficult for him to secure any. He rarely ever smiles, with the only time he finds true happiness being when he performs or is alone. His teenage years have been a whirlwind of crazy, and he hasn't entirely matured from his biased views of the world. The only person he actually trusts is his therapist.

Although it would seem that he doesn't crave the spotlight and prefers solitary, subconsciously he strives to be noticed, for someone to help him and pull him out of the descending whirlpool that is sucking him down. He recognizes that he's only worsening, the move to Japan not helping in the slightest, but he does not want to actively seek help as he is afraid of rejection.

Likes: Playing his instruments. Singing (when he's alone or no one is paying attention to him). Dancing (again, only when he's alone). Being alone. Listening to music. People watching. Drinking. Songwriting.
Dislikes: Talking. Singing or dancing in front of people. Social Events. Going to school. Rats. Swimming pools and large bodies of water. Physical activity of any sort that isn't music-related. Reading. Elevators and other small spaces, especially if they're dark.
Fears: Rats. Drowning. His stepfather. Being unable to move for long periods of time. The dark.
Talents: Tristan is prodigal at the mallets, and very gifted at piano. These are the only two instruments he will willingly solo in front of a large audience with. He also has perfect pitch, and is capable of breaking down pieces by ear as he has very good audial memory. Although he is also fairly good at singing (for someone who has never had lessons) he doesn't like singing in front of people or for people (the only exception being if he's drunk). He is delving into songwriting, which he enjoys. He is also exceptionally phenomenal at ignoring people.
Flaws: For one, Tristan doesn't like talking, and will do everything in his power to avoid it. He can come off as rude and arrogant, the latter being a bit true, as he does see himself as better than most, at least musically. Most of this boils down to him being a very socially awkward human being. He is also very stubborn, and tends to think that he is right most of the time and will refuse to listen to advice if he disagrees with it. When he does talk, it is usually very blunt and/or sarcastic, tact being something he avoids.

Physically, he isn't the most fit, even though he is very thin, and running exhausts him, along with working out in general. His eyesight is also growing worse, though he refuses to let anyone know. He also gets sunburned easily, so he has to slather himself with strong sun-lotion to prevent that, and has to wear sunglasses on bright days to protect his eyes. He also suffers from asthma. Though not as bad as before, if his situation is too stressful or strenuous, he runs the risk of an attack.

In addition to his unwillingness to sing in front of people, he has no unique singing style. Instead, he tends to mimic the original singer, or, if a different rendition was done that he likes, he will mimic that. Because of this, he would be amazing at karaoke, but not so great on the stage as he would sound too much like one performer or another, rather than himself.

Hobbies: Listening to music, playing on his instruments, and watching people.



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(I'm not even sure what's going on here...but it's evident he's not impressed)



Bio: Tristan is the product of a high school romance gone wrong. His father was a jock and his mother was a future English major. His biological father ditched his mother shortly after Tristan was born, and he was raised for the first two years by his mother and grandmother. That is, until his mother dumped him at an orphanage in nothing but his footie pajamas and a toy xylophone, and proceeded to drive drunkenly into a lamppost two months later. Things started going from bad to worse when he was seven. A strange man claiming to be his real father picked him up and raised him for the next six and a half years. Those years consisted of more abuse than anyone should have to deal with. Most of the abuse was sexual, though there was some physical and emotional abuse as well (the latter having to do with a couple pet rats that Tristan used to have...). Previously a happy, healthy boy with much to speak of, Tristan started going backwards, wetting himself in the bed and even during the daytime, and refusing to talk to anyone. Eventually someone at school decided to do something about it, and Tristan was finally liberated a few months before he turned 14. After a trial that landed his step-father behind bars for many many years, Tristan has been struggling to adjust. Moving from family to family, school to school, city to city, and now country to country, he constantly gets in trouble with bullies and teachers. His dislike for talking doesn't improve matters. His love for the xylophone is the only thing keeping him going, and he hopes to get into Juilliard. Although he did get into the prep school and studied there for a few years, he was unable to get into Juilliard via scholarship due to his low high school grades. At the suggestion of his therapist, Mrs. Reed, he has enrolled in Uta Academy in hopes of either a) breaking out on the Japanese scene or b) (and his preference) raising his grades in hopes of returning to Juilliard on scholarship.
Other: Tristan knows no Japanese, or any language other than English, although he can sing and listens to songs from all over the world. Although he doesn't talk much, he does have a temper, and with that he lashes out verbally.
Character Thoughts On Others:

Males
Sora Minami - Sleeps. Eats. Japa....nese? Strangely tall for an Asian. Bipolar. I hardly see him because he's sleeping all the time. Which is a good thing

Fate Sarutobi - Short. Anime...person....works at a....day...care...? Possibly gay. (not exactly going to investigate the matter). Also Japanese....I think....with a bizarre choice of first name...but keeps to himself and doesn't bug me.

Chihaya Ogiwara - Tiny zombie. Looks Asian, but has blonde hair...could be natural, could be dyed, hell if I know. Major Clutz. Weird....

Dameon Louis - Another shorty (then again, everyone is short to me). Irish. Ballad, guitar guy. Em....o....? Emo Irish....haha....a little too loud for my taste.

Tristan Aeol - Dude, that guy....don't even get me started. I hear he's mad genius at marimba though.

Nick O'Shields - He works here....but he's a student....but he has a gun.....but he can sing.....

Jun Katanami- Yet another Asian. Mr. Perfect. He annoys me for some reason. Not sure why. Then again, everyone annoys me, so I guess he's not that special.

Jack Caraway - Finally, a non-Asian! Loud, obnoxiously optimistic and flirty. Last name reminds me of seeds.

Robin Dumas- Frenchy. Another perfect pitch. Overly happy. Overly nice. Another Mr. Perfect. Did I mention he's French?

Alexander Rammis - Eyyyy, another albino! I think....also he doesn't talk either....hmm....is he a twin? I think he's too nervous to talk, though. A condition, not a choice.






Did I mention I don't actually talk to these people?





Wotamin Yori - Maskgirl. Aaaand we're back to Japanese. Like, how do you even say her name? Looks like Vitamin.

Saki Ai Yuuki - Shortest person I've met. She also has white hair, but I think it's dyed. Ten points to whoever guesses her nationality. Is she Japanese? Why yes, Tristan, she is. Where are my ten points? I lied. And going crazy. I'm not talking to you anymore....

Jayson Preston - I lied again. THIS is the shortest person I've ever met. She looks naturally blonde....but also somewhat Asian. Got a guy's name. Doesn't seem interactive, which is fine by me.

Anaïs Chevrier - Another Frenchy! With a name I can't even hope to pronounce (not like I'd be saying it anyways). Wayyyyyy too talkative. Sounds tired, but what she says gives her away. I heard she has ADHD. Also...kind of stupid. And unfiltered. I can tell she doesn't think before talking, because she never SHUTS UP.

Haruka Okada - After the French hiccup, we return to the Japanese! Weird hair style, but quiet.

Esmeralda Farcaley - WAYYYYYY too loud. Obnoxiously loud. Like, screams for no reason loud. Obviously British (you figure it out after 2 seconds of being in the same room with her, since she talks so much, and so LOUDly). Doesn't sit still, acts like a child, just...ugh. I think one time she tried to give me a lollipop? Who does that? I don't take candy from strangers. I have to avoid her or hope there are a lot of other people around, because otherwise I'm certain she would try to chat me up.

Miku Kuronomi - Japanese name for a not so Japanese looking girl. Sounds like a robot when she sings. Reminds me of Luna Lovegood. Harmless, but I'm still keeping my distance. I heard she had some sort of personality disorder?

Charlotte Hansen - Goes by Charlie. Australian? I dunno, definitely has an accent of some sort. Smart. Hair almost looks white if you look at it wrong.

Kaori Collins- Japanese first name, English last name, so I'm guessing both? Hey, I like to keep tabs on these things. Don't need to explain yourself to me, Tristan. I am you. Right...well, she's another one of those obnoxious, jumpy, loud, overly-friendly people. Weird eyes. I feel like if she and that other girl teamed up together and hunted me down, I'd be in some deep shit.


Sample of Voice/Instrument:
This is probably similar to his voice range and sound.
Blame It On The Girls-MIKA

Another song he would enjoy singing. Although he's not Scottish, he would still mimic the accent and voice quality.
500 Miles-The Proclaimers

Yet another song he would enjoy singing.
She's So Mean-Matchbox Twenty

Example of a French song he would sing.
Elle Me Dit-MIKA

He's not limited to male only songs, either. He'll sing female songs as well.
Zombie-The Cranberries

Example of something he would be able to play on Marimba
Transformation of Pachelbel's Canon-Nanae Mimura[/center]

So begins...

Tristan Aeol's Story

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(OOC: again, his eyes are actually sapphire/cobalt blue...)

[font=Courier New]Summer went by too quickly.

Then again, maybe it hadn't gone by soon enough. His efforts of finding a job in the Land of the Rising Sun (That was it, right?) proved futile, given that even though he had spent a year in this bizarre country, he still couldn't learn the language. It wasn't his fault entirely. I mean, they should have known that after four years of high school French without actually learning French proved that he was no language genius. English was bad enough. And besides, given that he hardly spoke in his native tongue, why should he learn yet another useless skill?

He had been surviving mainly on checks from Mrs. Reed, which, yes, he did feel fairly guilty about. He would have found a job sooner if it hadn't been for her. But no, she wanted him to adjust to the culture shock and new school and new friends (The last bit had been a hopeful and unrealistically optimistic plug from her for him to socialize) without worrying about money, so the first year, so long as he didn't have any hiccups, would be on her. After all, it was her idea to send him abroad. She could damn well pay for it.

Yet Tristan wasn't one to leech forever. Especially since Mrs. Reed was actually one of the few adults he trusted. In fact, the only adult. He spoke entire sentences to her out of free will. Sometimes even paragraphs. So he had behaved (not like he had been the one to provoke past situations. He was always the provoked) and survived the year and was now determined to search for a job even though Mrs. Reed still kept sending him checks. Damn woman. He was 21 now. Old enough to drink back home. He could pay for himself!

He actually had an interview this weekend for a large supermarket. The owner spoke some English, and Tristan hoped he'd get a job stocking shelves or something where he wouldn't have to engage with anyone. That was the good thing about Radio Shack. Everyone just figured he was a shy nerd. That, and his hair kept enough people from asking him a stupid question about male and female USBs and how good Beats Audio was.

That seemed to be the opposite here. He had lost count how many natives (was that derogatory?) here had tried to get his picture, some even a picture with them. Not only was it his hair, but also how tall, and how blatantly non-Japanese he was. Big blue eyes, white hair, 6 foot 3....yeah, he could see the novelty. He supposed it was better than being called Mt. Everest or the Abominable Snowman. He could tolerate a candid picture, so long as he didn't know it and wasn't forced to pose with or without anyone. A snapshot was a hell of a lot better than a swirly at any rate. Snapshots didn't turn his hair blue.

Uniform donned, he balked at the long registration line as he went to the cafeteria. All these new people! He hoped they'd stick to themselves. Last year he managed to avoid attention as best he could, looking the way he did, and it worked out quite nicely for everyone. Even his roommates, who had graduated last year, didn't bug him. This year, though, the class looked bigger, more new students than old for sure. He had lucked out this summer and managed to stay at the school in a single, but now that the school year was approaching, he'd have to share again. Scowling his typical scowl, he walked into the large, lunch-table filled room with a bored look and sat down with an orange, cutting it open with one of the provided cutlery.

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Fate entered the gates to Uta. Having no idea where to go from here he looked around a little. There was a crowd gather at what seemed to be a pool. "I'll be avoiding that." He decided to go inside, see if he could find someone who knew what they were doing. Adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder, he took off.

Going inside hadn't gotten him away from the crowd, there were still a lot of people inside. It was a school after all, there would be way to avoid people completely. Fate did his best to put on a non-hostile look, people usually judged him from his appearance, not bother to get to know him before writing him off as a bully. Somehow he found his way to a cafeteria, there were a few people inside, but not many. Which was good in Fate's eyes. Looking around he saw a very foreign looking man. His hair was white and his eyes were blue. Guessing that he knew English better than Japanese, Fate approached the stranger and spoke to him in broken, heavily accented English. "Do you know where registration is?" His voice was quiet and unconfident, showing both his lack of knowledge in the English language and his shyness.

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He had just manage to carve the entire peel off in one piece when he heard a voice:

"Do you know where registration is?"

It was quiet, the Asian accent heavy. Clearly this guy(?) wasn't entirely fluently. If at all. And even though he sounded shy, he was still talking to him. For some reason.

Tristan debated not even acknowledging him. The orange was tempting....but he didn't want to be too rude. He nearly sighed.

Without looking up, Tristan pointed in the direction of the long, if not almost blatantly obvious line of new students. You could almost see them out the cafeteria window. How did this guy miss it?

Arm still up, he peeled off an orange slice with his other hand and stuffed it in his mouth. Yay, citrus! He hoped the guy would leave soon...if he was a lingerer, there would be problems.

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Fate sighed at the man's rather rude response, or lack of. He looked in to the direction that the man was pointing toward, and saw a line out the window. In his haste to avoid people he hadn't even thought that the crowd WAS the registration line. "Thank you." He said to the man. Though it sounded more like. "Sankyu." He walked away from the man and back out of the cafeteria. Fate got in the registration line, cringing as someone walked up behind him. He was surrounded by people right now, not something that he liked. The person tapped Fate's shoulder, causing him to jump. "Is this the registration line?" they asked in Japanese. Fate turned to answer them. "I think so." Fate answered honestly. The person's expression changed when they saw Fate's hairstyle, it went from friendly to wary in an instant. Great, more people judging him by his looks. They muttered their thanks and did their best to ignore Fate. Once again the singer sighed. The school was incredible, but the people were the same jerks as everywhere else. Fate's first goal at Uta, find someone who didn't judge him by his looks and actually tried getting to know him first.

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People.

Saki had wandered for nearly 20 minutes now, the halls seeming as endless as they did identical. But it wasn't entirely fruitless; she had found people. A long line made it's way into what looked to be a cafeteria, various ages and sizes, some clutching instruments and some not. She made her way to the stream of what looked to be students, passing by two boys, one dour and one shy. She looked at the exchange, which struck her as a little odd. She had been wandering for too long though, and she needed to know. The shy one walked away.

"That's registration, correct?" She asked the one remaning sharply while looking annoyed.

She was no good at this. She forgot how long it had been since she had communicated with someone her age. Had it been a year already? It was 11th grade, as she remembered it, and in english class, but to whom?

It didn't matter. She wasn't here to make friends anyway. No, it was to uphold the family name, or rather, their family name. She didn't figure it to be a big deal anyway, or at least, she wasn't too concerned with how people saw her...

Except she was.

"I mean..." she started, glaring at the floor as if to direct her self-frustration at something else "Would you please tell me if that's indeed the line for registration."

She sighed. Being cordial was harder than she thought.

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No sooner had the guy left was he replaced by someone else, this time a girl, asking Tristan for directions. Did this school not put up any signs for this? Why could two students be oblivious to something, he thought, was very obvious?

He finished up his orange as he pondered the girl's questions. Again, he didn't look up or make eye contact. She had asked him two questions. Were people determined to talk to him? What exactly was it about him that looked inviting? Because he wanted to change it, pronto.

Would he please tell her? No...well, he could. But he didn't want to talk. Deciding to go along with his previous solution, he swallowed down the last orange slice and pointed towards the registration line, hoping she would get the hint.

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He had just left the cafeteria, orange successfully devoured, hands cleaned from numerous napkins, and trash disposed. He had hardly walked down the *relatively* empty hallway when he heard a loud CRASH!

Which did surprise him somewhat.

Though his reaction to surprise was a quick widening of the eyes and stopped movement, which was more similar in 'normal' terms to the realization of a nasty fart. Or realizing you had forgotten something. Or both.

He debated whether to check out what had happened, since this was probably the most interesting thing that had happened so far, but the possibility of there being people present was too high. Even higher the possibility to engage in conversation.

Yet...

He decided to do a casual stroll, just to get a quick glance at what had happened. Just so he knew. He liked to keep tabs on things, if only for himself.

Yes. Casual stroll. That was the plan.

Unfortunately for him and a blonde girl who was rounding a corner as he was, the plan didn't exactly go as...well...planned.

Nearly running into her, he backpedaled and sidestepped until he was up against the opposite wall, his pre-mentioned look of surprise present, though his eyes had contracted to their normal size after his heart slowed down. Jesus! He couldn't deny that he should have been more careful, though. Damn him!

Because he was in the wrong, he felt he had an obligation to apologize. But apologizing meant speaking and speaking was annoying....urgh. He could barely hear the remnants of a song drifting down the hallway, and he rolled his eyes at the lyrics. Well, that was frikkin convenient!! Damn everything!

Eyes downcast, he muttered, "Sorry."

Mrs. Reed would be so proud.

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Charlie swiftly swirled out of the way as she almost crashed into someone, but while moving she landed on her ankle wrong and pain shot through her leg. Stopping she glanced up at the boy as he mumbled an apology.
"No need to say sorry it was my fault" she mumbled softly, a light blush of embarrassment settling on her cheeks as she began to walk again but Charlie instantly stopped as pain shot from her ankle.
Letting out a small muffled cry and she kneel down and felt her ankle which was already swollen from twisting her ankle.
"Darn it" she whispered softly then stood up, wincing slightly as she tried to put weight on it.
"I'm sorry to ask you this but do you know which way the nurses office is?" Charlie asked the man.

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ImageWhilst awaiting a response from Alex, Nick heard a scream come from down the hall. Nick got out of the piano stool and rushed out of the door, into the hallway. He quickly pulled his sidearm out of it's holster and went around the corner to see the girl that was playing the piano before him and another student. The girl was holding onto her ankle and Nick went to his radio and spoke, "Hey is that bed still available for an injured student?" Upon hearing the conformation Nick went over to the girl and held out his hand.

"Hey are you alright?" Nick asked and looked at her swollen ankle, the situation was fairly ironic seeing as she was taking care of someone else's wound while she herself was about to receive one. "Come on, lets get you to the nurse and have that ankle checked out." He pulled her arm over his shoulder and lifted the weight off of her foot and onto himself for easier walking. "I'm Nick by the way, and you are?" Nick asked her and motioned for the student she ran into to come and help him.

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After the girl's reaction, Tristan was really...well...speechless. Almost entirely of which wasn't necessarily by choice. She was ...hurt? How? Did he unknowingly run into her? How did she...was it her ankle? Sprain her ankle?? She asked him a question and he, stupidly, gaped at her, mouth open until he remembered to close it.

The hell?

Things didn't exactly help when some random blond guy ran in. He spoke into a radio and....and, what the hell, was that a gun??

He continued the standing there thing until the man--oh, it was Nick now, with a quite clearly American accent--gesturing at him to, what, come help?

He could have just walked on, but the guilt had doubled knowing she had gotten hurt, and he didn't want to be a complete ass. Pressing his lips together, he obliged, hoping to God that Nick was taking most of the weight. Fingers a bit shaky (this was really too much physical contact and proximity for his comfort level) he copied Nick's stance, pulling the girl's arm over his own shoulder, and followed Nick's lead.

Oh, Mrs. Reed. If she could see him now.

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"Gu..guys i..i'm fine really y..you dont have to help m..me"Charlie stuttered, she didnt feel really comfortable with them being so close. The white haired boy didnt looked very comfortable to and she quietly mumbled a sorry as they took her to the nurse.
"Oh my you poor dear" the nurse said worried as they entered the office.
"I'm fine really i'm just klutzy is all" Charlie said as the nurse took her from the boys. Charlie couldnt help but release a sigh of relief when she was away from their scorching body heat.
Why are guys always so warm?
"Lets check that ankle dear" the kind nurse spoke helping Charlie onto the bed and she looked up at the guys.
"thank you, i'm sorry i got in your way i hope you didnt hurt yourself, i'm just klutzy" Charlie said sheepishly to the man she almost ran into to then turned to Nick.
"Thank you....again"

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ImageNick carried most of the girls weight to the nurse's office with very little help from the person who actually helped cause the accident. Should have just done it myself. Nick grumbled in his head under all of the extra pressure and nearly collapsed once they arrived in the office. It wasn't that the girl weighed much, it was mostly the combined body weight, weight from his gear, and his own weight on his legs. His flak jacket was bulky enough to provide a cushion and to radiate body heat onto the people around him, which was probably a double-edged sword. This girl had still neglected to give him her name and honestly Nick was feeling a little hurt that she didn't remember a question he had just asked, but he shrugged it off as someone on his radio asked if all the security personnel were in position.

"I have to go, I'll see you around." Nick said to the girl and looked over to the other person before leaving the room and heading back down the hall. "Hey Alex? .... Alex?" Nick asked with no computerized answer following, he must have gotten bored and walked away. He again shrugged it off and went back outside to guard his post waiting for something else to happen, which needed his assistance.

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Tristan Aeol


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(I have found an image of Tristan that matches! Finally!)

As soon as the girl was deposited in the sick room, Tristan left. Not exactly his favorite room of the bunch. Strolling down the hallway, he decided to chance near the registration line, just to see how it was getting along. Just nearing it, he could hear loud voices, especially one British one. Passing by, he noticed it belonged to a girl with pink hair, who looked like she was yelling at some blonde guy and the dude who asked him for directions earlier. Wait. Backtrack. Pink....hair? What?

Then again, his hair was white.

But, no, he had a condition! She just probably had lots of hair dye and free time. Shaking his head slightly, he kept walking, bored and hoping he could skip out on the welcoming assembly.

Deciding he could always practice, he headed to one of the many music rooms. Unlocked, he went towards his marimba, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was an audience. Well, technically it was the school's, but everyone really knew it was his. Pulling out the mallets and cover, he started off with a couple scales, arpeggios, and thirds, before setting off on a casual run of Andersen's The Typewriter (typically meant for a higher instrument, but it was a good exercise), deciding to play all the parts on the single instrument.

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Mayuri Shirasagi


Image"Why am I so bad with directions!!!" A flustered Mayuri huffed as she checked the school map in her hands for the hundredth time. Her first day at this school had been pretty hectic to say the least but this was something else! Mayuri cursed herself for not paying more attention to the school tour a week back. Her planned destination was the main office of the school. A few more papers had to be filled out before the day was done but the real challenge was simply getting there. Mayuri had already decided that asking directions was out of the question. She HATED asking for directions as well as admitting that she was even lost. She usually didn't mind asking people for things she needed. Actually that was one of the many things she was good at.

Wait.... Had she been here before? It had seemed like she had been walking through this building forever. She didn't even know where she was. Was she even close to the office? A clock dangled from the far wall, and Mayuri let out a sigh of relief. It was still awhile till the welcoming assembly. She had time. The girl slowed her pace and strolled down the long hall of the building she found herself in. 'So many rooms... Where am I?' Mayuri decided to take a peak into one of the rooms. A guitar sat alone in a small enclosed room. An acoustic Epiphone. Nothing special to say the least but it looked very clean and in very good condition. 'This must be the music building!!' Mayuri finally remembered where she was. She looked inside again. It wouldn't hurt to just... play a few notes. But the girl realized that the room probably had a lock also, she had no idea who the guitar belonged to. None of the staff would be around this early to let her in either. Discouraged, Mayuri jiggled the door handle, in an attempt to magically unlock it somehow. But the second she touched the metallic handle, the door slowly swung open. Apparently the door was not closed all the way, leaving it open to whoever was lucky enough to walk by. At first, Mayuri stood there surprised. The hall was completely silent... except for the familiar sound of marimbas playing distinctively in the background. So someone was also here practicing. The girl turned her head towards the sound of the instrument and noticed that the room across from her's was occupied. It was most likely the marimba player. From what she heard, he (or she) was pretty skilled though she wasn't familiar with the piece he was playing, if it was actually a piece and not just some sort of exercise.

Mayuri turned her attention to the instrument inside of her room. She had been craving to play all day and now was the perfect time to soothe her nerves from all this direction stress. But then again... This wasn't hers... What if the owner came back for it? Mayuri shook her head... Just a little... Won't hurt.... Mayuri gently picked up the instrument. The neck felt smooth on the palm of her hand and she instantly liked the way it felt. The strings were just changed and they were all in tune. A small pick holder was under the head of the instrument and the girl slid one out and strummed the open strings. It had a warm tone. Perfect for the song she wanted to sing. Taking a deep breath, she began.