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Wotamin Yori

"Cherry Blossoms are beautiful, aren't they?"

0 · 516 views · located in Uta Academy ; Japan

a character in “Uta Academy”, as played by リンーちゃん

Description

Wotamin Rin Yori
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Name: Wotamin Yori

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5'8

Weight: 147

Oddity: She has trouble breathing and is unable to do anything too harsh like running or spiriting. She's also constantly sick, catching fevers and colds which causes her to wear a mask around her mouth to keep her from infecting anyone else. No one knows the real cause, not even doctors, but they think it's just that she's more exposed to these things than other people normally are. "Please don't make fun of me..."

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Pansexual "Well... this is from my knowledge since Jr. High. I suppose things changed since then?"

Romantic Interest: She once loved a boy in Jr. High, but dropped it when she went to high school, then to the academy. "I'm still looking~"

Nationality: Japanese Completely

Job: She works part time at a bakery her best friend (NPC) owns. "It's fun honestly~"

Type of Singer: She likes to sing traditional songs or slow songs that are calming and peaceful. She's not a fan of rock since it seems to disagree with her personality. Her voice is also matured, like a grown woman's voice, which she tends to be successful with, so she doesn't force it to sound like she's still young. Her voice just has that natural mature sound to it, even when she's talking.

Instrument(s): Plays a little violin, but can't remember so well since the last she practiced was in Jr. High. She still has the same dusty old violin in the corner of her room/dorm which she still treasures, yet doesn't dare to use. "It was a gift after all... too precious to risk the chance of breaking."





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Personality: "Mmm... I can't say I like to say things about myself, so how I am is up to you!"

Wotamin, like her appearance, is a bit mature at first sight. At first sight. She looks like a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, and most teachers, at first glance, tell her she's in the wrong class because of how old she looks when she really isn't. But she doesn't take much offense to it since she's very calm and forgiving. Wotamin is often seen lone, even with her partially friendly outside personality which everyone sees first, but because she sounds like an adult and looks like one, Wotamin doesn't get together very well with people her age. Most of her friends are in their adults years already, her being the youngest, but looking like a regular adult in the group of them. Een though she doesn't show it, she's actually quite jealous of those people who can make friends their own age while she stays with older groups, though she still loves her friends that are older than her.

Towards those friends, Wotamin is much more active and hyper, like any regular person should be. She has high spirits, cheers them on, and laughs very easily, even at the silliest jokes that would seem stupid to most people. She's easy to laugh at things that her friends say, even a gesture, but that's just because she has a very deep affection for them all like she does towards her family. Though, she's also a bit strict when it comes to her friends. While some strangers mess up, she'll just pat them on the back and say that everything was alright, but if a friend messed up, she'd give them an hour long lecture. A devil inside an angel? You could say that. She's not too strict though, because in the end, she'll just laugh and tell them it was a joke, even though it didn't seem that way. In many ways, to her friends, Wotamin actually seems like a mother with her maternal attitude towards them.

Likes:
"Isn't it natural to like these things?"

♥Calm
♥Quiet
♥Peacefulness
♥Friends
♥Photography
♥Nice People
♥Children
♥Cherry Blossoms
♥Flowers
♥Piano
♥Traditional Songs/Instruments

Dislikes:
"I'm sorry if they apply to you..."

✘Violence
✘Yelling
✘Anger
✘Depression
✘Slacking Off
✘Bullies

Fears:
"T-they're frightening!"

✘Hospitals
✘Teenagers (She doesn't know how to act around them since she's used to adults)
✘Small Spaces (Claustrophobia)
✘Darkness

Talents:
"I'm not very talented honestly..."

✓Singing
✓Cooking
✓Photography
✓Getting Along With Children

Flaws:
"I'm a person with little strengths but many weaknesses."

✘Teacherly/Maternal
✘Overly Friendly
✘Weak Physical Condition
✘Gets Sick Easily
✘Sensitive
✘Not Very Smart
✘Can't Breath Well (Causes trouble with her singing)

Hobbies:
"I enjoy them!"

✓Working (Her part-time job)
✓Cooking
✓Helping Out
✓Singing
✓Studying
✓Reading
✓Photography





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(Pictures [Ehem... gifs] of Wotamin in her Jr. High years)



[b]Bio:
"Surprisingly, I actually went through a lot. Strange how you think I can still smile, huh? Yeah, I'm a little confused too honestly."

Wotamin grew up with both her parents, a mother and [url=http://static.zerochan.net/Maes.Hughes.full.1036003.jpg] father with a twin brother actually (Beside mother in picture.) Wotamin got along with both her parents, as a child, amazingly. They had an odd relationship though. With her mother, she adored her and looked up to her, always trying to help her in any needed task. Her father, though, was a bit different. Since her father loved to dote on and on about how amazing his family was, and since Wotmain matured faster than most girls, she got embarrassed by this and constantly told her father to stop, though it never really worked out that well since he just continued. She never hated him for it since she really loved her father with all her heart, but she was embarrassed easily by it. With her twin brother, they fought like cats and dogs. Wotamin, in her childhood, was very tom boy and competitive, so when it came to things like taking out the trash first or helping their mother before the other, Wotamin and her brother would always fight, on and on non stop all day. But it was always evident that the two were close.

In elementary, Wotamin, as said before, was a tomboy. Her hair actually started out as a very light brown, actually looking slightly blonde, but nevertheless, very short. Some people even though she was a boy if she didn't have her long eyelashes and wear a skirt to school. She was very loud and was full of energy, and was known, even to the adults and teachers, as the girl who stopped the bullies. Yes, bullying went on in her elementary school, but if Wotamin saw it, she stopped it. Her grades weren't the best, having only Cs and Bs at the very most, but her spirit made teachers love her. She wasn't much of a teacher's pet, but she was someone you could easily adore. She was also known for getting into argues with her brother, since they were put in all the same classes. They constantly argued and fought with each other, mostly about homework, projects, and assignments. Obviously, since Wotamin wasn't the smart one, she was always wrong, and lost the fight. But what siblings don't fight?

They both went to Jr. High at the same year, surprisingly with Wotamin's grades, and that's when trouble began, both internally and not. First, Wotamin was separated from her brother because of the structure of things. This made her very nervous and even a bit shy. She knew no one, and because of her personality, she couldn't make any friends. Her brother ignored her, even with knowing this, because he became one of those popular kids at school. He felt pity and wanted to do something, but was too nervous to. Wotamin's grades suffered a bunch, and she got held a year back while he brother moved forward again, taking advanced classes while Wotamin had to relearn everything.

During what was supposed to be her "second year" or Jr. High, she began to get bullied by the older students, most which were female. They teased her for being silent and looking boyish with such bad grades. Wotamin would usually stand up to these people, since she was the girl who would always stop these things, but once she was getting bullied herself, without the support of her brother, she couldn't do it, and shrunk back, letting her whole Jr. High life be ruined by these older girls. They terrified her, and she couldn't do anything about it. As she got held back a second year, she began to study harder, pushing her to the very limit, getting very little sleep and food, which affected her health. (Refer to her illness) She also grew her hair longer instead of usually cutting it, making her family, including her brother concerned, yet she didn't tell them about it and just smiled and lied that she wanted to change when she really didn't.

She suffered from pushing herself to fix her grades, and it made her body ill, in many ways. She couldn't run very well from her weakness, she couldn't breath well, and she was beyond skinny. The teachers banned her from doing anything physical and so she sat out, still studying in effort to be better. Yes, it fixed her grades since they all raised to be As, but it hurt her, though she couldn't notice it. Her family took her to the hospital, but the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, even with an explanation of what happened to her. Wotamin was guaranteed it wasn't deadly, but it did affect how she lived from there, and she slowly had to go back to eating more and getting more sleep along with taking it easy with sports and what such.

While Wotamin got bullied by everyone in her final year of Jr. High, being 15 by then, one person stood after school with her one day as she tried harder to slow down on trying to be perfect. This boy was a year younger than her, but he was very kind, and she was grateful for it since it was her first friend from the whole three years. Yup. Three whole years of being friendless and only hurting herself without noticing. But this boy took pity on her, and was honest with his thoughts. Though some weren't that kind, she appreciated his honesty since he always made up for it in the end by helping her calm down and get back to her old self. Not only that, but he taught her how to play violin and sing, since he was great at both. This is when Wotamin thought she had certain feelings for this boy, but sadly, she was in 8th grade, and that meant that the next year, she would be going to high school.

She forgot that she had to leave, and without even saying goodbye, Wotamin abandoned the the boy who helped her get through. The first year of high school, she was nervous and scared, but over time, she made friends, only with older people though, because she was maturing so fast. She was no longer shy around these people, in fact, she was actually very childish a bit, and kind. Yet she was still looking for that one boy, especially in her sophomore year where he should have joined her, but apparently, he didn't. Wotamin never found the reason why, but she suspected that he went to another high school. Although she had such a want to say thank you for all he did, she couldn't. But, having much more self confidence now, she decided to move on, still looking for him, but moving on so she wouldn't have to stress over one more thing. Over time, she dropped the idea of playing the violin, but still sang since she enjoyed it. She only played the violin since that boy like her playing.

Wotamin actually graduated a year early, almost the same time her twin brother did, and found a music school names Uta Academy. She remembered all she does from what that boy taught her, and thought she had a chance, especially with her singing since she practiced it often and got a lot of positive comments from her teachers, friends, and family. And after the audition, she surprisingly made it. (More to be added as rp progresses~)

Other: For those who didn't read the bio, Wotamin was happy with her family and was close with her brother, but in Jr high, she wasn't with him and was bullied and became ill. A boy helped her get out of it, but she lost contact with him around high school and after graduating, tried out for Uta academy and got in.

Wotamin's hair became a darker shade of brown as she grew up, but it started out as a dark blonde.





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Character Thoughts On Others:

Males
Sora Minami - "I think I've seen him sleeping around the school... He doesn't attend class very often either. Perhaps there's something wrong? I hope not... But if there really isn't anything wrong... I'm afraid I'd maybe have to call him a slacker... And I'm afraid I'm not fond of people like that sadly..."

Fate Sarutobi - "I'm sure I've never seen him get too close to a female. I understand in a different way, since I have trouble being around teenagers, but he seems more frightened of them... perhaps even disgusted? Oh dear.. hopefully that's not the case with me as well... I'd hate to leave a bad impression on someone!"

Chihaya Ogiwara - "Ah... his hair is long... and it covers his eyes... Can he see? Not trying to ask that in a rude way! I'm sure he can, silly me. The dear is so quiet though... sometimes it gets me anxious... did someone make fun of his height? He is 19, right? W-wait... I didn't mean to be rude! Honestly! I swear!"

Dameon Louis - "Oh dear... not making any trouble, now are we? Lucky this school doesn't take things too strictly, or things would go a lot worse! His attitude is.. well... unique, in some way? It's not like I come across people like him everyday, but it would be nice if he could stop acting so cocky all the time..."

Tristan Aeol - "He's.. a foreigner, right? I don't think I've ever heard him talk before actually... it could just be because he's quiet, or he doesn't speak the native language around here? That's rare... though we do have english teachers, I guess it makes sense. I would strike up a conversation, but sadly, I don't know much english either..."

Nick O'Shields - "I remember him! He's... he's... that one guy, the guard, right? In some ways... I find him a bit frightening, or maybe that's just the thought of his height and his job being one of those people around the school... I-I think it's mostly from that gun or his though... N-Not like I always see people walking around with a gun in their hand..."

Jun Katanami - "Such an odd hair color... Is it dyed? Well, even with a strange color, it doesn't look too bad on him! I like his music, it sounds really nice! Speaking of nice... he looks like a nice person too, but that's just my intuition. Who knows, I could be completely wrong! It's too quick to begin judging people anyways!"

Jack Caraway - "Is he a flirt? Or... lazy? Another foreigner, that's for sure, but I can't say I know very much. I don't recall hearing his voice either, so I'm uncertain if he speaks the same language... if not, that'd be bad! It's hard to be friendly, or even talk to someone if they can't speak and understand what you say..."

Robin Dumas - "It's nice to see someone working hard at the school! But... maybe a little too hard? Well.. it's not a bad thing... but it can sometimes. He looks overly friendly too, and people take advantage of those kinds of things! That wouldn't be very good if that was the case with him... It really makes me wonder if that's actually going on..."

Alexander Rammis - "I think I've only seen him be... well... active, or social, with that other guy, Jack.. Caraway, was it? I don't think he's a bad person though, he appears to be friendly in my eyes! Or... maybe that's just towards that one guy... Well, I'm sure I'll find out soon!"






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Females

Wotamin Yori - "A-am I supposed to have an opinion on myself?"

Saki Ai Yuuki - "How to describe her... How to... Well, she, in my opinion, seems a bit confusing? I'm unsure about how she acts towards other people, meaning those who are friendly to her and those that aren't. Although she's a year younger and quite a bit shorter than me, I'm a bit anxious around her for some reason!"

Jayson Preston - "She gives off a sort of calming vibe, to me, at least! WIP FROM HERE ON"

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Sample of Voice/Instrument:

Spinning Song | Yamai

In the short time we have to play out our lives
We get swept off our feet by the calm
Remaining with the memories we'll always have
Spinning them into two spirals and then they fade away

As for me, I will sing the song of the present
That's all I can do, be singing and talking
I won't remember what happened at that time
But it's been engraved in my heart, so let me go

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya... 

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya...

In the short time we have to play out our lives
We get swept off our feet by the calm
Remaining with the memories we'll always have
Spinning them into two spirals and then they fade away

As for me, I will sing the song of the present
That's all I can do, be singing and talking
I won't remember what happened at that time
But it's been engraved in my heart, so let me go

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya... 

al a re la ye
al a re la yo
al a re la ya
al a re ya...
Just Be Friends (Piano Ver.) | Yamai

(English Lyric Adaptation & Vocals by 『rockleetist』)

Just Be Friends
All we gotta do is Just Be Friends.
It's time to say goodbye, Just Be Friends.
All we gotta do is Just Be Friends.
Just Be Friends, Just Be Friends.

Early morning yesterday it finally occurred to me.
Just like a puzzle where I had placed every single piece.
And now I don't know what to do-
Now that I see what we're both moving to-
Is this the point in time where we both prayed and hoped we'd be?

Somehow I knew that from the deepest reaches of my heart.
The hardest choice would be the choice that tears us both apart.
And now I know I can't ignore-
All the feelings that I've felt before-
I wonder why I never tried to tell you from the start?

Here in the world of ours that's slowly falling all around us
We're trying to move on, but it's the best we can do.
Our happiness fading- And smiles evading-
The truth within the lies.

Now all I hear are screams between us
resounding and bouncing the echoes throughout my mind.
Nothing is left, nothing remains at the end of the line.
At the end of our chain, we've both run out of time.
So was it fate that brought us together
only to remind us that love's not forever?
I said, 'You know, that's how it goes.'
'That's just the way that life is.'
So no regrets, baby don't fret.
You know I hate to see you cry.

Last Night a quiet moment helped me bring my thoughts around.
No sense in picking fallen petals up from off the ground.
This flower's past its bloom-
And you know that we can both assume-
Our time is gone, let's move along.
It was never meant to be.

Don't you remember the first summer it was all worthwhile?
Every moment that we spent together made you smile.
Arguments we won't recall-
With no regard to how we felt at all-
Our words were cruel we played the fool.
The end is on out minds.

And with every single day that passes slowly by us.
There's nothing I can do, nothing I can do for us.
I will always love you and I'll always think of you.
But I have to tell you now.

Oh, somewhere deep in my heart it's raining.
The clouds are remaining to drown me away from you.
I'm driven, but I've had enough.
Our broken heartache's still here.
It seems that no matter what, it simply won't disappear.
The bond between us has finally broken.
There's too much unspoken, we're falling so far apart.
Goodbye my love, it's done sweetheart.
Sayonara, it's the end.
It is time to depart and we will never look back, my friend.

Oh, this one time, just this one time.
If I could make a wish upon a fallen star.
If it came true, I'd stay with you.
Always forever you and I together~

Now all I hear are screams between us
resounding and bouncing the echoes throughout my mind.
Nothing is left, nothing remains at the end of the line.
At the end of our chain, we've both run out of time.
The bond between us has finally broken.
There's too much unspoken, we're falling so far apart.
Goodbye my love, it's done sweetheart.
Sayonara, it's the end.
It is time to depart, but you will always be my best friend.

Baby it's over for us now~
Just Be Friends~

So begins...

Wotamin Yori's Story

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Character Portrait: Sora Minami Character Portrait: Wotamin Yori Character Portrait: Ren Allegretto
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(Ren is another male I'm currently making because I'm... just weird like that. Yes, they are brothers, and his sheet will be coming up soon! All you need to know if that Ren is one year older than his lil brother and also attends the academy.)
(Ah yes, and the pictures for the brothers will switch per post. Now, we start with Sora and the next will have Ren instead!)


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The sound of the alarm clock woke Sora from his bed. Well... not exactly. He heard it ring, and if it was the one that actually shook on the table, he'd have probably stabbed it with one of the kitchen knives. Loud noises were one of the things he had trouble standing.

After a while of listening to the constant sound that only continued to ring, despite him pressing his pillow against his ear, he finally managed to bring up his hand and place it gently onto the alarm clock, stopping the obnoxious ringing. For a while, he decided to just stay in bed, and sleep in for another hour or so. He didn't care if he missed first class. It wasn't exactly education anyways.

Well, he wanted to stay in bed until he heard the door open to the sound of heavy footsteps slowly getting closer. At the sound of this, Sora opened his eyes and grasped his bed sheets tightly, only to show that his lack of strength was useless since his older brother nearly torn the sheets from him and tossed them on the side of the room, "Wake up little bro! First day of school and your going to miss it!" He yelled, purposely since he knew his little brother hated noise.

Sora let out the largest grumbled before grabbing the pillow from his bed and tossing it back, hitting Ren's face as he yelled back, "Don't wake me up so early in the morning, moron! It's only 7:45!" He growled hostilely before getting out of his bed and beginning to change.

His brother, though, chuckled, and went downstairs, leaving his brother to finish his changing, who also joined him downstairs. Sora, like always, had that look on his face that said something like, 'Why won't this day just be over...?' while his brother was grinning, the childish adult he was. The brother's conversation went as it always did, the older one talking about everything while the younger one just played along by nodding and brushing it off.

The two then began to walk to that academy, their house actually being nearly half a mile away. Sora just yawned, listening to his music to block out the 'annoying' words coming from his brother's mouth while Ren continued to go on and on about his new job and how excited he was to go to the same school as his brother for once, since Ren was actually a lot less smarter than Sora. This went one for around half an hour until they finally reached the school gates.

While Ren was in such awe that he couldn't even move, Sora simply looked at it and then continued on, leaving his brother behind him since he sometimes felt like an idiot to be related to a 'moron.'





Wotamin Yori

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Wotamin was already awake, and why? Her studying habit got to her again. She always studied hard in the past, and it affected her, which gave her that cough she has, making her wear the mask. And was she wearing it this morning? Yup. She always did. It was rare when anyone, even her family, would see her take it off unless she was sleeping or something similar to the sort. 'Too risky' She'd make her excused, 'People will get infected too.'

After another long while of reading through the open text book in front of her, she felt someone tap on her shoulder, causing her to jump, almost fall from her chair, until she noticed it was her twin brother, "I think you're done studying... besides, if you focus on that too much longer, you're going to end up missing out your first day at that special school." He sighed before leaving to pack up his own bags, since he was going to a regular school than music academy.

"Right..." Wotamin shook her head and got out of her daze before closing the book shut, putting it aside and getting to her feet. She let out a hacking cough, sounding a bit disgusting, but also quite like she was in pain, though she was not at all. Her family looked at her with a little worry, but knew they could do nothing about it, so they simply waved and said good bye before she went out the door with a piece of bread in her hand. When she studied, she didn't eat, and that only made that condition of hers worse. To take care of that, her parents had to babysit her about eating enough food.

(Like the other two,) Wotamin's house was (also) quite close to the academy, but it was a whole mile away, and she was a slow walker since she couldn't try and walk too fast, or she'd get to coughing again. She didn't want to cough or look weird in front of people at that school, and she was thinking of removing her little mask that covered part of her nose and whole mouth, but as usual, didn't want to take the chances, so she refrained from bringing her hand too close to it.

(And also like the brothers in my last post,) She took the academy by surprise, gasping at the sight of it and standing actually outside of the gates surrounding it. She didn't have to go all the way inside the campus to see that it was beyond what she expected of it to be like.

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Character Portrait: Wotamin Yori Character Portrait: Fate Sarutobi Character Portrait: Dameon Louis Character Portrait: Anaïs Chevrier
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When his father's alarm clock began sounding off its repetitive, annoying-beyond-all-reason BEEP BEEP BEEP, he almost snapped his pencil in half in his surprise. Once he'd recovered from the initial shock, he sighed irritably, eye twitching in visual annoyance. His dad was the only one out of the two of them to suffer from jet lag, though it seemed to Dameon that he was the only one paying the price. This wasn't like his dad at all. Usually, his dad would've been up at the crack of dawn, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise. Nope. Not today. Not in Japan. When jet lag hit the man, it had hit him hard; this was the third day in a row that the man had slept in, and Dameon was downright sick of it by that point. He was not a patient lad. At least, from that point on, he'd be living in a dormitory, and his father would (hopefully) hop on the first flight home.

Again, he sighed, sliding his pencil between the rings of his spiral notebook and slipping it into his bag. Damn the time! He'd been writing a random story that had come to his mind, and he'd been on a roll, too! Of course, the main character was in the process of being horribly killed, but he'd still been on a roll nonetheless! Shit happened, in the real world or otherwise, he told himself. The real world is just a bunch of rubbish.

Stretching luxuriously as he stood, Dameon then walked over to his still-snoring dad. He lifted up his leg and gave the man a rough, well-placed kick to the side, which almost ended up knocking him off the bed. At least it roused him, or started to, at least. His father grunted and rubbed his eyes, but his lack of sitting up or showing any other signs of moving irked his son further. I've had enough of this... If the old man wants to say goodbye, he'd better do it! "Wake up yeh boggin' old gobshite!" he yelled. On the inside, he was yelling at himself shortly after, however, for letting his carefully-constructed normal accent slip, and the Irish shine right through. Swearing all sorts of unseemly things in his head, he prepared to attempt to wake up his dad again, when the man suddenly shot up in his bed.

"Dameon, boy! Yer leavin' today, ain't yeh?"

"Yes, Dad!" he replied, exasperated.

Surprisingly, his dad chuckled before pulling him into a tight hug, one only a father could give to his son. When he let the boy go, he pushed him away playfully. "Well, away an' pull yer wire, then! Got yer, eh, Jap language down, do ya?"

To spite the man, he responded entirely in Japanese. "Yeah, Dad, now shut up! If I get any more of your Irish stuck in my brain, everyone will think I'm some invalid!" Smirking in triumph at the blatant confusion upon his father's face, Dameon switched to Irish one last time, hand clutching the doorknob and bag slung over his shoulder. "Bye, Dad," he said with a smile before opening the door and leaving.

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After what had to have been the longest ride on any public transportation vehicle Dameon had ever been on (and ever wanted to be on), and a short walk, he found himself at what, according to his map, was Uta. He stood just in front of the gate for a minute to collect himself, although he really was only thinking one thing. Aliliú! This school is fockin' huge! And it was. It was at least twice as big as any school he'd ever been to. He almost got pushed over a few times by students milling about as he stood there and just... looked at it. It took a lot of effort to get a move on. Get your arse in gear, Louis! You look like a peasant! That was one thing his pride wouldn't allow.

It was when he was almost inside the school itself that he realized that he had absolutely no idea where the hell he was going.

He stepped over to the side to stay out of the way of others, and took a good look around. A whole lot of people seemed to be outside. Did that mean that he was supposed to stay outside, then? Was there something he was supposed to be doing? Japanese schools were weird. So damn weird. He began to feel a bit nervous, and paled slightly. Where was he supposed to go? What was he supposed to do? On the verge of frantic, his gaze found a crowd of students doing... something. It looked rather organized, though, for a crowd. Hello, dumbass, it's a line. Oh.

What the line was for, he could only guess, but he forced his feet into motion and began to wander towards it. The kids in the line looked pretty lost, too. That was a good thing. That meant that he wasn't the only one, thank God. He entered the line, although due its crowd-esque nature, he ended up farther in than he'd thought he'd be able to, though not of his own volition. He was being pushed by people shifting and shuffling this way and that. It was really starting to get on his nerves, but what took the cake was when he was knocked into hard enough to bump (quite roughly, unfortunately) into someone else- that someone else, he found when he turned to gruffly apologize, was an... emo kid?

Dameon blinked at the person he'd been pushed into. His hair pretty much covered an entire side of his face. It was tough work keeping his face from morphing into an expression of 'What-the-hell-am-I-looking-at-here?'. He quickly convinced himself that it was probably a cultural difference, something he just wasn't used to. Maybe the Japanese were fond of peek-a-boo bangs.

"Uh..." Wow, it was harder than he'd have thought to keep from staring. "Sorry?" It came out like more of a question than a statement, and for that, he started kicking himself on the inside. Hooray for starting off the day on the right foot.



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"Rise and shine, Princess! School today, remember?"

Anaïs groaned loudly into her pillow, signalling to the other person to leave. But, he didn't. Soon, she felt herself being shaken, and she, on reflex, jumped out of bed immediately, going into a sort of mediocre combat position. She exclaimed in surprise as she did so, and the Japanese man who'd awoken her just stood there and laughed. Soon, she started laughing, too, a lazy, tired, good-humored laugh. They stayed like this for a minute or two, before her mother's friend, Tadashi was his name, told her to get ready to leave. With a sluggish "Aye aye, cap'n", she set about doing so, dressing in something appropriate (er, in the most appropriate clothing this French girl owned, at least). Things went relatively quick after that; a quick debate about her clothes, an equally quick breakfast, and then, the pair climbed into the elder's car and sped off, in the direction of Uta Academy. Time seemed to fly by, and the teenage girl amused herself in the car by watching the scenery pass. It was all very pretty, but nothing like home. Maybe that was what made it so enticing. Sadly, the next thing she knew, they were at the school.

Anaïs rather slowly and (as it would appear) unexcitedly slipped out of her "Uncle's" car, lazily waving goodbye to her mother's Japanese friend once she had. Tadashi smiled and waved back to her, and, after she closed the door, he sped off, leaving her in front of the gate of the school.

Ah yes, the school. She blinked, slowly, and turned around to face it in the same manner. Oh wow, she thought, and a smile came to her face. What a nice place! Gosh, I wonder if I'll make any friends here. I think I will. I hope I will! It'd suck if I didn't... Maybe there'll be kids from France here, too! Maybe I'll become friends with them! Maybe best friends! Gosh, that'd be just awesome! I hope they're not jerks... that wouldn't be awesome. That'd suck. It'd suck a lot. Beaucoup de suckage.

Slowly, lackadaisically, she began to move towards the gate. It was here that someone caught her eye: a girl, a girl with a mask. But it wasn't a cool mask, like in that movie Anaïs really liked, Friday the Thirteenth. It was like a... surgical mask. Why the heck was she wearing a surgical mask? Was she a doctor? But if she was a doctor, what was she doing at a school for singing? It didn't make much sense to Anaïs. She narrowed her eyes in her puzzlement, and, without even realizing, began to walk towards this girl in the surgical mask.

Once she was standing right behind the girl, Anaïs tapped her on the arm to make sure she had her attention. "Hey," she said, in that tired voice of hers. "Heeeey," she repeated, just in case the girl still wasn't paying attention. "Heya, are you... are you a doctor? Because, if you are, that's cool. Like, eh, really cool. Reeeeaaaally cool. Hey, do you have a... oh gosh... uh... forgot what they're called... uh..." She clapped her hands together suddenly. "Oh! Ohhhh! Yeah. Yeah, do you have a scalp...el? Scalpel? Yeah, do you have one of those? If you do, can I see it? I think those are cool. Heeeeeey, what're you doing at a singing school if you're a doctor?" Anaïs tilted her head to one side curiously. "Don't you have... doctor things to do?"

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"H-Hey! Slow down! Can't you take some time to actually look at what's around you! I mean, come on! This place it huuuuge!" Ren exclaimed, pulling his younger brother by his hood which Sora paid no mind to while he kept on walking forward, being a bunch stronger than his weak older brother.

"Don't need to... We need to find our dorms. I don't like going through crowds and all these people..." Sora said, taking glanced at all the students around him. He put on a bit of a disgusted face, but that's mostly just because he hated crowds and felt uncomfortable around that at all times.

Even with being half brothers, Ren didn't seem to notice as he walked up towards a blonde haired young man, though he was a little short for his age if that was true, and another who had black hair which covered one of his eyes. The older brother immediately suspected he was either a kid walking around, while Sora predicted he was just a short student. We all know who was right in the end, but before he could be stopped, Ren ran up to him, dragging Sora behind him, and shouted, "Heyyyy, do you guys know where the instructions to the dorms are? We're new to this school so we have no clue where anything is unfortunately." He laughed.

Sora was right behind his brother, still listening to music, but had an annoyed look on his face, only taking a single look at the strangers and then ignoring them right afterwards, 'Damn it... why can't we just look on our own?' It was a bit obvious from his aura that he didn't like being around people.

A moment later, though, the two brothers also noticed a girl beside that blonde haired guy, and, as usual, Ren was the first to speak, "Oh, am I... interrupting something?" He asked innocently, not meaning to be offensive in any way, though it didn't sound like it anyways.

"Yes, you are." Sora stated to his brother before grumbling and walking off on his own, deciding to find his dorm by himself rather than stay with a group of strangers. Unlike his brother, Sora was antisocial and just couldn't stand the groups. Especially if he didn't know them.

While he walked towards the dorms, he saw a girl with an odd white and pink hair. He even stopped for a moment just to stare at her, not in one of those perverted, adoring, or romantic types of ways, but more like he was curious, or saw something different, "Strange..." He let the words slip from his tongue, but it wasn't in a bad way, or annoyed way. Sora was just... curious, you could put it, and his way of stating it out loud was saying something that sounded negative, but wasn't meant for that reason.





Wotamin Yori

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(It's hard to find images with Wotamin in a mask, so you probably won't see her with one in the pictures!)


Wotamin spaced out while staring at the large building in front of her, not hearing the stranger calling out to her the first time until she repeated, "Heeeey."

"H-Hmm?" Wotamin turned around and saw a girl, who looked young, yet also a bit mature, like she was an adult in some way. Wotamin began her judging a little too early, so she told herself to snap out of it and only listened to what this girl had to say, or ask, of her.

"Heya, are you... are you a doctor? Because, if you are, that's cool. Like, eh, really cool. Reeeeaaaally cool. Hey, do you have a... oh gosh... uh... forgot what they're called... uh..."

"Doc...tor?" Wotamin asked, tilting her head a bit, though she didn't remove her mask still. She'd ran into the situation a couple of times really. Some people noticed she was sick and was alright with it, but others thought she was a roaming and young doctor or something. Yet each time she was asked the same question, she always reacted like she was surprised, even though she's heard it over and over again.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Wotamin almost jumped at her sudden increase in volume, but still listened, never the less, just a little shaken from her balance was all, "Yeah. Yeah, do you have a scalp...el? Scalpel? Yeah, do you have one of those? If you do, can I see it? I think those are cool. Heeeeeey, what're you doing at a singing school if you're a doctor? Don't you have... doctor things to do?"

For a while, Wotamin just watched this girl in front of her before letting out a gentle laugh. Her voice rang with maturity, sounding very much like a fully grown woman, especially with that height of hers which resembled one as well. Not to mention she even talk calmly and sweetly like a mother would to a child, "I'm not a doctor actually, dear. I'm just really sick is all." She didn't notice she might have sounded like she was trying to warn her, and she knew that if she did that, it'd be hard for her to get along with people, so she continued talking, hoping she didn't sound threatening with her illness, or because of how she sounded and looked like an adult, "I-I don't have a scalpel, in fact, I don't even have anything sharp on me at the moment. Unless you mean something like cooking utensils, then... I suppose that would count." She let out a slight childish giggle.

Then Wotamin looked at this girl again and a thought occurred to her, 'W-what if she's a teenager? I-I'm terrified of them... Oh dear... what am I supposed to do now...' She almost went stone cold after thinking this, having trouble dealing with older people or teenagers.

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"All right, mate?" the girl inquired, and, raising a brow, Dameon nodded slightly. "And you're an Irish ... No, Brit ... Hm, both!" the lass exclaimed, and Dameon blinked in surprise. Spot on, she was. But for all the odd flattering feelings he got from being identified, a part of him was disappointed. What good was talking through damn near clenched teeth and busting his ass to keep a straight tone if everyone could tell where he was from anyway? All his hard effort? Out the window! "That's quite blinding!" His inner feminine side wanted to wave his hand all daintily and say something along the lines of "Oh stop it, you!", but that would have been weird, so the rational part of his brain shut that down pretty damn quick. Why did he even have an inner woman? Wasn't that... counter productive? Christ, he was fucking weird.

"Esmeralda Farcaley, at your service, my darling! And who might you be?" the gal asked him, but he hardly had any time to answer before she spoke again. She seemed to do that a lot, from what he could tell. "Not a big moron, I hope." Same here. "Are you a big moron?" Christ, I hope not. "You don't look like one..." Aw, I'm flattered. "...but you might be!" ...Thanks. "You have really pretty eyes, and I like them, a lot." Gosh, don't make me start giggling. "Are they naturally that blue? Oh, wait, I shouldn't be asking that, when you're probably wondering if my hair and eyes are actually naturally pink ... Which they are!" Holyshithowdoesthatevenhappen? "I'm a hypocrite, aren't I? Anyways, it's nice to meet'cha! I'm a junior, sixteen years. How old are you? Oh! I'd bite your arm off for a friend like you, a fellow Brit. Care to be mates?" Here, he nodded once again, figuring it was a bit futile to try and slip a word in edgewise for the flood of words pouring from her mouth. Lo and behold, she wasn't even done yet. She waggled her fingers right up under his nose, causing him to take a small step backwards in his surprise. "By the way, how tall do you happen to be? You're a short fellow, aren't'cha? Taller then me, though, and that's what I can say!" Ain't no doubt about it. He tried not to blush. He was still growing, dammit!

He sighed, but, once again, before he could say anything, Little Miss Fountain of Energy acted again. This time, though, she was looking right at the emo guy Dameon had encountered beforehand, her eyes narrowed in what could have been either apprehension or accusation. "You're scary-looking, y'know that? Why're you so creepy? Stop being so scary!" Well, damn. Esmerelda shifted to stand behind Dameon, and he turned his head around to look at her inquisitively. "Are you a bully or just a big moron?" Jeez. Harsh much?

He half expected the guy to flip out on her, for some reason, he wasn't sure what, exactly. But the guy only smiled. It didn't seem like a smile, though. It appears to be little more than superficial. "I'm not a bully, or a big moron. I'm sorry for being scary, but what's underneath is scarier. Especially if you hear the story behind it." God dammit. He was curious again. He wanted to know what was up with this guy! Dameon frowned, trying not to think about it. It was going to eat him up if he kept dwelling on it.

After that, though the emo guy was tapped on the shoulder. At this point, Dameon quit paying attention and as the emo guy moved ahead in the line, he moved ahead with it, turning around to look at his new acquaintance. Time for small talk? Time for small talk.

"So, eh, name's Dameon Louis. And, uh, you were damn well spot on about the nationality thing, you were. I'm an ungodly spawn of a Brit and an Irishman. Nice to meet yer- uh, you. Wasn't sure I was gonna meet a Brit out here. It's hella different from Europe, that's for fackin' sure."

It took him a few seconds to realize it was his turn to register. He stepped up to a real polite-looking lady, who handed him some papers and such. He stared at them for a minute, and his heartbeat took off. Fuck. Kanji. Fucking everywhere. In Japanese, Dameon had about the literacy level of a five-year-old. He understood about... three or four things on the papers each, give or take. So, he narrowed his eyes, put some epic battle music on in the back of his mind, and winged the hell out of those papers. He probably could've asked for help, but no. Pride and all.

In what seemed like no time, the forms were done, and he handed them back to the desk woman, cocky, confident grin bright upon his face. He bid her good day, and then, not wanting to hold up the line, turned quickly and tossed a friendly smile back at Esmerelda before shuffling off. He found himself stopping next to the emo guy. He looked up at Mr. Peek-A-Boo Bangs and put on his most charismatic, inviting smile. The more friends, the merrier. "Say," he said, casual as you please. "What's your name?"


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"I'm not a doctor actually, dear. I'm just really sick is all." Anaïs frowned at the lady's answer. Her voice was nice and soothing, like the exact opposite of her maman's voice, cold and intimidating. This lady's was calm and warm, and Anaïs decided that she liked it. It was a shame that this lady was sick, though. A thought crossed her mind: What if it was contagious? Anaïs remembered the last time she was sick, and the mental image wasn't pretty in any sense of the word. But, she liked this lady, and really hoped that she wouldn't be sick for too long, or else, well, that'd suck.

"I-I don't have a scalpel, in fact, I don't even have anything sharp on me at the moment. Unless you mean something like cooking utensils, then... I suppose that would count." Anaïs blinked twice. Cooking... utensils? Her eyes brightened, yet her tone remained the same as she spoke immediately, hardly processing the words, just repeating thoughts.

"Cooking utensils? Like... a spatula? Do you have a spatula? Like, for flipping? Or one of those prong thingies that they stab steaks with?" To illustrate, she made a jabbing motion with her hand, piercing an imaginary slab of meat. Just as suddenly, though, she stopped her motion, returning her hands to her sides. She started rocking back and forth on her feet, like a child, as she continued to talk to her new-found acquaintance. "Hey, so, you're sick and all, right? Can't you just take some medicine and make it better? Oh, if I stood really close to you, could I get it to? It's not contagious, is it? Is it terminal?" Her eyes widened. "Zut alors! I hope it's not! Ohmygosh that would suck, like, so bad." She smiled again, brighter this time. "But if it's not, that's awesome. Hey, my name's Anaïs. I'm from France and stuff. What's your name? You look Japanese. Are you Japanese? I think you're Japanese. Yeah. That's what I think."

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While Ren spaced out again, thinking about his random thoughts as he always did before he heard his name get called and being grabbed from behind, "Ren!"

He turned around just in time to be bear hugged by someone he didn't realize at first because he was spacing out so much at the time until he finally heard her voice, "You're coming here, too? How come you never told me? Is Sora here, too?"

Immediately, Ren cracked a smile on his face, though it was a bit mischievous in some way. Unlike most people, who he was very friendly to, towards his close friends, like the one hanging on to him, he was able to be the mischievous and childish little him he always was on the inside, "Nice to see ya again, shorty! And yeah, obviously we're coming here! I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd be disappointed that you didn't get in either!" He stuck out his tongue teasingly. He almost seemed completely opposite all of a sudden, but that was because he was so good at acting and hiding his true nature.

"Yeah, Sora goes here too." Ren seemed to have sighed, "I'm surprised a expressionless idiot like him could get into such a classy academy... Honestly, and he doesn't seemed amazed or content with anything!" He exaggerated, since Sora was really alright with everything and actually very content, "Are you going here too, Hana?"

"I missed you this Summer. Where did you and Sora go this year?"

Ren chuckled a little as she put her chin on his shoulder and asked her question as he patted her head and said, "As did we. Honestly, we searched every where for you! But you were too short to find in such a crowd of tall people... Ah, where did we go? Well, as usual, Sora stayed indoors all summer long; you know how much he hates getting outside too much. I, on the other hand, went on a little trip to lovely France for a while and came back. Beautiful place really, reminds me of you, dear!" He teased, partially, "And my brother's here actually, don't worry! The little boy just left me was all, Sora! Come back here! A guest has come to visit us!" He called out to his brother.

Sora turned around slowly after hearing his name get called out loud by his brother. A slightly disgusted look came to his face as he saw the usual and daily grin of his older half-brother, "What the hell is it this time Ren-" He was suddenly cut off when he saw a long lost childhood friend of his; Hana.

A very, very surprised look came to his face as he asked, in his regular quiet tone, but being close enough for the two to hear, "Ha...na? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" He knew she was a great singer, but for some reason, didn't take in the thought of her going to the same school as them. But when he finally did, in his thoughts, a small smile appeared on his face. An actually, small, and genuine smile.

The thought of going to school with both his brother and his childhood friend again made him happy for some reason, as much as he had a sort of love-hate for his brother and an odd relationship with Hana. But it made him smile for once, but he quickly tried to wipe it away by coughing and waiting for her to respond.




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"Cooking utensils? Like... a spatula? Do you have a spatula? Like, for flipping? Or one of those prong thingies that they stab steaks with?"

Wotamin laughed a little, looking to the side and trying to conceal it by hushing herself to quiet down, though it was hard to keep in since it looked like the girl in front of her was very childish. Hoping not to look rude, she answered as she thought she should, "I-I suppose you could say that, dear."

"Hey, so, you're sick and all, right? Can't you just take some medicine and make it better? Oh, if I stood really close to you, could I get it to? It's not contagious, is it? Is it terminal? Zut alors! I hope it's not! Ohmygosh that would suck, like, so bad."

The sick looking woman thought about it for a while before then saying, "Yes, I am sick unfortunately. And... well... I don't know really! I tried to ask them what to do, but it seems like there's nothing that'll help so far." She said with a disappointed tone, yet went on after switching her emotion to a smile, "And don't worry! It's not terminal, no need to be concerned dear." Again, she let out a small chuckle.

Though, she kept on wondering if the girl was a teenager. She did act a little childish, which wasn't bad, but is made Wotamin think she was young. She always had trouble around younger people. But so far, if the girl in front of her, was actually quite young, then she wasn't feeling that bad around her, which was great.

"But if it's not, that's awesome. Hey, my name's Anaïs. I'm from France and stuff. What's your name? You look Japanese. Are you Japanese? I think you're Japanese. Yeah. That's what I think."

Wotamin held out her hand for a greeting and introduced herself, "Wotamin Yori, pleasure to meet you, Anaïs. And yes, I am from Japan, though my first name is a little odd since it was... in some way, made up by my parents. I could tell you were french from those two words I heard you say. Zut... alors, was it?" She tried to imitate her, but only knowing Japanese, it was hard to speak a foreign language, even though it was only two words.