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I needed to feel better. so doing this.

(x) You have made a little kid cry. (constantly :D)                                                                                                 
(x) You have threatened someone and meant it seriously (mostly boyfriends of my friends :D and I have lived up to my threats)
(x) You have beat someone up. (I bite...but I have hit people before..."beat up" maybe to far)
(X) You have stolen money from someone (I paid them back! I think...)
(X) People have called you a brat (...who HASNT!)
() You spend all of your time bossing people around (shockingly no...)
(x) You have wanted someone/something to die (EVERYTHING... no but really only a few people I would want to be killed in a very painful manner. as for things... I want the xbox 1 to die.)
() You have killed someone (someone? or something? I may or may not have killed my fish but that was from lack of feeding when I was little! I got better I swear!)
(X) You yell a lot (I have been told to use my inside voice often :3)
() You have punched someone (no. but one of my good friends punched me in the face :D...D:)
() You have stolen something from the store (NO! but damn it have I wanted to so badly! mostly from stores that pissed me off.)
( ) You push people around a lot
(X) You wear a lot of black (almost always :D)
() You hate the light
(X) You swear a lot. (however I will NOT swear in front of people about 10-20 years or more older than me. I just can't unless they make me feel = to them)
(X) You are always breaking the rules (I don't mean to all the time. but when I do mean to its because it was a stupid rule anyway)
() You have skipped school (if I did my mother would have torn me apart)



() At school you are a bully
() You get mad easily
(x) You have tons of enemies (mostly cause everyone hated me in school :/)
(X) You barely have any friends (same thing appiles)
() You lie a lot
(x) You hate school work more than anything (yuppers)
(X) You pull tons of pranks on people (they don't always work.. but I do them :D)
() You think it's funny when people die 
(x) You like making people suffer (only people I truly hate :3)
() You love blood 
(X) You know how to shoot a gun (carnival guns. I bullseye everything in any gun game, NOT the digital BS games. the REAL games. also I have used and got bullseye with a crossbow...the carny didn't give me the prize cause the paper ripped over the star but the arrow WASN'T on the edge of the star! I called BS but whatever. I also took archery which on my first day I hit the outside of the bullseye. I'm a rather good shot at to many weapons.)
(x) You have called someone stupid (if you're my friend I have called you stupid at least once.)
() You like horror movies 
(x) You like violent things (I'm fascinated by medieval torture items... they freak the fuck out of me. but I'm fascinated.)
() You have attempted to kill someone
() You love the sound of screaming  
() You are happy when people are injured

Total:  14
Multiply it by 3


54% evil. not bad. OR IS IT?! MWAHAHAHA!

I needed to feel better. so doing this.

(x) You have made a little kid cry. (constantly :D)                                                                                                 
(x) You have threatened someone and meant it seriously (mostly boyfriends of my friends :D and I have lived up to my threats)
(x) You have beat someone up. (I bite...but I have hit people before..."beat up" maybe to far)
(X) You have stolen money from someone (I paid them back! I think...)
(X) People have called you a brat (...who HASNT!)
() You spend all of your time bossing people around (shockingly no...)
(x) You have wanted someone/something to die (EVERYTHING... no but really only a few people I would want to be killed in a very painful manner. as for things... I want the xbox 1 to die.)
() You have killed someone (someone? or something? I may or may not have killed my fish but that was from lack of feeding when I was little! I got better I swear!)
(X) You yell a lot (I have been told to use my inside voice often :3)
() You have punched someone (no. but one of my good friends punched me in the face :D...D:)
() You have stolen something from the store (NO! but damn it have I wanted to so badly! mostly from stores that pissed me off.)
( ) You push people around a lot
(X) You wear a lot of black (almost always :D)
() You hate the light
(X) You swear a lot. (however I will NOT swear in front of people about 10-20 years or more older than me. I just can't unless they make me feel = to them)
(X) You are always breaking the rules (I don't mean to all the time. but when I do mean to its because it was a stupid rule anyway)
() You have skipped school (if I did my mother would have torn me apart)



() At school you are a bully
() You get mad easily
(x) You have tons of enemies (mostly cause everyone hated me in school :/)
(X) You barely have any friends (same thing appiles)
() You lie a lot
(x) You hate school work more than anything (yuppers)
(X) You pull tons of pranks on people (they don't always work.. but I do them :D)
() You think it's funny when people die 
(x) You like making people suffer (only people I truly hate :3)
() You love blood 
(X) You know how to shoot a gun (carnival guns. I bullseye everything in any gun game, NOT the digital BS games. the REAL games. also I have used and got bullseye with a crossbow...the carny didn't give me the prize cause the paper ripped over the star but the arrow WASN'T on the edge of the star! I called BS but whatever. I also took archery which on my first day I hit the outside of the bullseye. I'm a rather good shot at to many weapons.)
(x) You have called someone stupid (if you're my friend I have called you stupid at least once.)
() You like horror movies 
(x) You like violent things (I'm fascinated by medieval torture items... they freak the fuck out of me. but I'm fascinated.)
() You have attempted to kill someone
() You love the sound of screaming  
() You are happy when people are injured

Total:  14
Multiply it by 3


54% evil. not bad. OR IS IT?! MWAHAHAHA!

Paint it Blue

    The paint brush ran across the dark red bricks. Slowly, a picture formed as the 12 year old Echoria painted the wall. The high garden arches faded off into the bricks and the bright colourful flowers flooded out of the entrance. It was tall enough and wide enough that she could lean against the middle with her arms stretched out and without touching the edges of the painting.

    The paint covered the muddy ground around her as she sat there painting the last flowers with several shades of blue. The picture showed the entrance to a garden. Through it you could see a water fountain in the center with a rocky path leading toward it. The sun was coming through the garden too, the sun shined through the tree tops in the background.

    It was cold enough to see her breath. She was up to her knees in colourful mud. Oh how she wished these several months of winter would subside. It was December and the rain hasn't stopped for weeks. The dark dreary clouds hung over the house as if they were locked in place.

    Her family's house was not much fun either. Her parents always worked and she was never able to leave. Her backyard was her only happy place, even with stone walls surrounding the perimeter and the stone roof that sealed off the blue sky with only holes to let the sun in a little. There were scattered patches of grass across the yard the rest was dirt and stepping stones. She tried to escape, tricking her butler into letting her out front, but her parents were too quick to catch it.

    If only she could go visit her mother and father in town one day, then she might be able to get further. They are so busy after all, that is why they never are home. The butler was left to tend to the house so she never had his attention.

    She left the painting there, day in and day out, it never seemed to wash away. Once in a while she would notice that the flowers moved slightly here and there. When summer arose, the colours in the painting changed and the image was more detailed than before. She began to hear chirping and someone singing. When she went to rest her hand in the center, she lost her balance and fell into the archway. It wasn't the other side of the wall but a place she had only dreamed of. Butterflies and hummingbirds fluttered around the flowers and trees surrounded this tiny meadow. In the corner of the meadow there was a woman with gorgeous red hair like hers. Her clothes were made of light cloths and many beads hung from her neck and waist. Her hair was full of flowers.

    "Hello my dear," she spoke aloud without looking up. "I've been waiting to meet you."

    Echo looked around noticing a tiny cabin tucked into a tree at the forest's edge. "Where are we?" she stuttered in amazement. "Who are you?"

    The woman looked up and smiled at her, flowers stacked high in her arms. She glided over towards Echo and plucked a white daisy from her pile. As she tucked it behind the girl's ear she said, "That is answered simply with another question, who are you?"

    Echo paused, "I think I've seen this before, are you real?" She looked up to the woman with a curious face.

    "Of course I am, Echo. How else could I be standing here?" she smiled down at her. "I am of course Arleta Goddess of Earth or Mother Nature if you prefer."

    "You were in my dreams! I don't get it?" Echo whispered curiously.

    "Well, I called you." she went back to her gardening next to the girl. "You are special," she said excitedly.

    Echo questioned, "I am?!" she sounded amazed. "What do you mean?" she paused to think.

    Arleta set down the bundle of weeds and settled down on the paths rocky garden wall. "You see right now you are just at the beginning of the shift so you don't know how or what you are." She motioned for Echo to join her. "See when you were born you were very ill and your family was struggling to keep you safe from harm." she paused dramatically. "The only thing they could do was pray."

    Echo added, "Did they pray to you?"

    "Yes they did and I heard them." Arleta said to the astonished girl. "They were grateful that I cured you." She spoke to her in a wise voice, one that would make any child want to listen.
"I cured you of the sickness by giving you the power to change your physical shape. I even had a chant for it," Arleta folded her hands in her lap; she was going to be a while. "I remember it clearly," she quoted the prophecy.

    "Behold the sickness within this child's heart,

    The promise that will begin at the start.

    With her life she pays the price to hold,

    Before the possessed body makes her cold.

     From red to white her hair will be,

    Her voice an echo from the sea.

    On the 13th year she will gladly begin,

    The processes of the not-so-deadly sin."

    Arleta looked back at Echo. She was pulled out of the trance of remembrance. "You are about to begin; your birthday is soon isn't it? You will have begun the first steps to shift then." Arleta pointed out. The garden was silent.

    Echo looked confused. "Can I be animals and People?" she asked suddenly. "Does it hurt?" she needed answers.

    Arleta smiled, "My dear you have the ability to change your form. You could be any animal you want." She gestured to a nearby hummingbird drinking the flower's nectar. "You will not have the strength to change into other people, but animals are even better and more useful anyways." She held Echo's hands in hers, "There is a down fall to this." her eyes filled with sadness as if she hurt someone young.

    "What is it?! I don't understand." Echo whined. Her eyes widened and her heart beat sped up. She looked away as the woman's eyes cut into her.

    Arleta stroked Echo's hair, "These beautiful red locks my dear, will be drained of colour. As white as snow, it will fade."

    "Oh!" Echo said suddenly and a tear fell down her cheek. "But I-I love my hair." she stuttered.

    Arleta signed, "You'll learn to love it. You know you can change into another form if you like." She smiled, "It's only this human form you will have the white hair with."

    "Will I ever grow old?" Echo Questioned.

    Arleta hesitated to think. "Because it is my magic you will not," she said straight to the girl. "You shall live until you have fulfilled my promise." She frowned, "That is all I ask."

    Echo smile melted into dust, "Do I have to go home now? Who will teach me how to shift?"

    Arleta smiled, "You will know when you are ready, for now go back home. When you are ready, you can come find me," She stood up and guided the girl to the portal.

    The flower was still tucked behind her ear and the ends of her red hair was still as read as her roots were.

 

 

The Shiftable

    It was another Friday and the sun was pushing through the clouds and the temperature was perfect, just under twenty degrees. The sidewalks were dry but the grass was still damp from this morning's dew. The wind picked up after school, it was stronger than any everyday kind.

    Rosie, Marie and Nate walked close around Echo along the skinny pathway. Nate was complaining again, something about a dislocated shoulder; while Marie was talking about a new crush she saw in the hallway and Rosie was being quite, concentrating on every step.

    The parking lot where their ride was waiting was a couple meters away. Echo had a headache all day but it seemed to be getting worst. Her hands couldn't stop shaking and her body seemed to vibrate and twitch. She couldn't control herself easily against the wind. She looked over to Rosie to see a very curious look; Echo had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Her vision started to blur but she could recognize only the colours and shapes of the scene. She noticed a boy standing close to her eyeing the situation. He was Chinese and his arms were covered in a sleeve a tattoos that looks very religious.

    "Guys," She called turning back to her group. "I... Can you... me." The sentence was slurred so much that she skipped words.

    As she slipped to the ground, the boy caught her body an inch away from the cement, his strong arms against her back. Echo`s head tilted up and her eyes rolled back into her head. It seemed like there were lights flashing around her. The boy had lifted Echo up and was holding her in a fireman's carrying position. Rosie, Marie and Nate were starring, too shocked to move.

    The boy carried her in his arms toward her mother's car in the parking lot; her body was as limp as a pillow. She constantly made gasping noises as she attempted to suck in air. Her body kept glowing and it looked almost as if feathers were cutting through her shirt. Her skin was covered in blue scaly rough patches that were most visible on her arms, legs and neck. The boy gently put the back of his hand against her forehead and nodded. No one really knew if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

    Her eyes slid open as the car doors shut loudly against the wind. Everyone let a gasp of surprise except the boy; he looked at her very curiously. Her eyes were fading from blue to green to gold, her pupils were like a cat eyes. "Your eyes," Jazz, her mother, exclaimed with that familiar surprised look, "How is that possible? Are you wearing contacts that you didn't tell me about?" the words were clear and loud.

    "Mom," Echo let out a whisper. She looked down at her clothes and saw that they were all torn up. "What`s happening to me?" Her voice echoed through the car. Jazz let out another gasp of fear. "Your voice too," she sighed, "What`s going on Echoria."

    Echo looked from face to face; Rosie and Marie were in the far back seat and Nate and Jazz were in the front seat; leaving the boy next to her in the middle of the van. All but the Chinese boy were anxious at the strange event. It was a little after five o'clock as the car pulled into the driveway. "Are we home?" Echo questioned, "I want to go home".

    The boy patted Echo's shoulder softly, "We are here." His voice was heavily accented by a beautiful Chinese voice, "But only for a little time." He smiled briefly as if he heard Echo say how handsome he was out loud. Either that or she was drooling. "My name is Kevin Chen. I will explain more to you later," he said suddenly and then hurried out of the car.

    One by one, everyone got out of the car slowly. Realizing that she was still buckled, she pulled at it until it clicked. She stood up at an angle and pulled herself out of the car, stepping onto the gravel swiftly.

    Jazz pulled the car keys out of the ignition and sighed looking back at Echo who was already walking across the driveway. Echo walked quickly up the steps and opened the screen door, her step bouncing like a cat's. She looked back to see that everyone was behind her. Rosie, being the last, shut the sliding door hesitantly. Nate made his way up to Echo and leaned on the door, holding the car keys. He inserted them into the door's lock and turned it clockwise. Hearing a faint click, he pushed the door open and indicated that she could step inside.

    The dogs were barking Madly, Mischief being the little black sheltie and Lea being the larger tricoloured one. Echo bent down to pet Mischief, as always he jumped up and set his paws on each knee, wagging his tail as a hello. Lea was still deafly barking at the air. "It's ok girl we're home, no need to keep barking," her voice sturdily echoed through the quite house just as everyone came trudging through the door. Mischief was already checking out Kevin, always being curious and smelling his shoes. She pet Lea on the head and made her way to the basement where her room was.

    She flew down the stairs, almost missing the steps as she came to the basement door. Everyone thought it was so funny that her bedroom was under the stairs. She teased everyone that she was the famous Harry Potter, but unlike him, she loved her room.

    The room was a cube, at least twice the size as a twin bed. The dresser was built into the wall and there were drawers built underneath the bed's base. The walls were covered in light brown wood paneling and the ceiling was a dusty white shade of filth.

    Echo opened the door and slid it shut behind her, the wood grinding against the floor. The feeling of being watched floated over her like a heavy rain cloud. She took off the shredded fabric and threw it at the garbage below the mirror. Out of routine she took out the clip, grabbed her brush and began pulling at the knots, looking in the mirror. The gold strands stood out against the already glowing crimson. The ends we're tinged an unusual platinum white, less than an inch in length. The wavy locks reached her shoulder blades and the bangs covered part of her right cheek. She twisted her hair back into the clip. Her eyes had changed; her left one was a bright navy blue while the other was a shimmery gold. Her eye lashes were dark and long with the left over black mascara she put on that morning. Her nose was also slightly smaller and the acne was gone from the morning. She was very pale from fainting.

    Echo pulled on her favourite navy blue shirt, black boot-cut jeans and white sports socks. She slipped on her necklace as she opened her bedroom door. She let out a gasp as when she saw Kevin standing just beyond the threshold.

    "Let me explain," he held up his hands to stop her from walking straight into him. "You need to train so you don't keep fainting like that," he said as he held her wrists. "You are the only shifter, we can't afford to lose you. I am the Nero," he released her and she shook her head. Echo climbed up the stairs, Kevin at her heals. "Wait. I am sorry," He didn't know what else to say.

    Echo and Kevin stood in the living room threshold for a couple minutes, taking in the lovely smell of home. As Echo leaned against the wall, all of a sudden everyone looked up quickly, surprised that they were there. They didn't seem to hear them come in. Nate looked the most nervous. Maybe she had gotten taller or something. He spoke up, "You don't look normal." His hands were folding tightly in his lap.

    "What is that suppose to mean?" She asked, her voice still echoing slightly. But in fact her body was slimmer, lankier and muscular. And she was at least as tall as Kevin now, six feet.

"When you were lying there... Your skin kept flashing colours. It looked like scales and feathers," Rosie spoke in one of those As a Matter of Fact kind of voices; Marie was sitting next to her anxiously.

    "Can I have magic powers too?" Marie smiled.

    Rosie glared at her sideways, "It's not like that I don't think."

    Echo came into the room and collapsed into the rocking chair. "I'm not sure what's going on," She said softly, "I mean I don't have super powers."

    Nate shook his head as Jazz walked into the room. She was carrying a glass of water and a couple of pills. "Here take this," she stopped in front of Echo. "It might help with that fever and maybe stop you from being so jumpy."

            "It will only get rid of some of the pain," Kevin spoke up. "If she does not train she will become more ill I am sure. Let her come with me and we can make her better."

    Echo took the pills ignoring Kevin and watched Jazz sit down in the old brown IKEA chair. Then she swallowed each pill at a time, trying not to taste the nasty powdered outside. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until she caught herself asking for more water.

    "What was that girl in your story again?" Rosie asked cautiously.

Echo looked directly at her curiously, "She was a shape shifter... Why?" she wasn't completely confused; she just didn't want to think about it. She felt the headache and the dizziness now. "If you don't mind I want to sleep, this headache is killing me." Echo stood up abruptly and began to feel the head rush as she stumbled forward. Kevin caught her before she hit the floor again, his hands around her protectively. Before she could look up to thank him her eyes closed and the world began to spin.

    

    It was difficult to see, the room was so dark Echo's hands weren't even that visible in front of her face. It took her a while to realize that her eyes were covered with black glasses. She slid them off, maybe her eyes were dilated at some point. She looked down to see her shirt and pants were ripped again but she had more scales all over her body; in the places where her skin was the softest and tenderest. Echo looked to her left and fumbled at the strange table like structure for the suit on top. They weren't her own clothes but they looked the right size. As her hand brushed the surface of the table, it lit up and a voice spoke, "Welcome to the RFGC. I am at your service, how may I be of assistance to you?" The robotic female voice reached the entire room, as if she was actually there. Echo's stomach growled loudly. "I'm a little hungry," her voice bounced off the walls several times as if a microphone was held to her mouth.

    Echo looked around the room; everything was white including the bed posts. It was like being inside a big bright box. The room was large enough to fit a bedroom, a living room and a kitchen all at once. It didn't compare to her room at home.

    The voice came on again, "Your meal will be with you in a moment."

    "Thank you," Echo smiled at the table trying to be polite.

    She sat up slowly as she pulled off her clothes and threw them off the bed. As soon as the cloth hit the floor, a laundry chute opened and swallowed it immediately. Aw I liked those clothes, Echo thought to herself. She pulled on the silky black suit. The cloth wasn't tight but it hugged her body closely. It reached just below her knees and elbows, but it covered all the way up to her neck.  As soon as she zipped it shut, the zipper dissolved into the suit. How am I going to get this off again, she thought curiously.

    The door slid open abruptly with a hiss, like those Star Wars doors in the spaceships. A nurse walked in dressed in white as any other nurse would dress. The symbol on her smock said RFGC. She was holding a plate with a lid. Echo presumed that was her food she had just ordered. The woman walked over to the bedside table and set it down gently.

    She stood up straight and gave Echo a reassuring smile. "Welcome", her voice high pitched and cheery. "What's your name and your favorite colour, my dear," she took out what looked like a pen.

    "My name is... Umm, Echoria," Echo hesitantly answered. "I like navy blue?" Does she plan on giving me a welcoming pen? The question made her chuckle inside.

    The women walked over to Echo and pushed the pen to her cheek, just under the left eye. "This should only hurt a bit," she spoke steadily.

    The pain stung for only a couple seconds and then she pulled away as Echo felt a strange feeling of something soaking through her cheek. "Ow," she cried realizing that it hurt. "What was that?"

    "I'm sorry but it's necessary," she apologized and her thumb clicked the button on the top of the pen. A wave of tiny white grid lines and speckles wiped across the cloth, the pattern stayed on only half of the suit, covering Echo's left side. She realized that she had lifted her arms and was admiring the shimmering design.

    "Name: Echo, Nature: Shifter," the nurse exclaimed abruptly, as if she was reading instructions. The words appeared across Echo's chest, ECHO, SHIFTER CAPABILITY GRANTED. START UP COMPLETE. The words faded and then her name appeared over her heart like little sticker lettering along with a design under it that looked like a scratched paw print.

    "This suit won't rip like your other clothes, honey it's made from Brilliant Metallic's. The best material out there," the nurse said with a smile. "And there are more clothes in the closet that are accustomed to your size. The tattoo I just gave you will allow all the suits to distinguish you and your ability. You will begin classes today so please meet in the office for your schedule immediately." she barely finished her sentence as the door shut behind her. The wall flashed green as the door clicked shut.

    Echo didn't realize that she was standing over the tray of food until she reached out and grabbed the chunk of pineapple with her fingers. She shoved it into her mouth tasting the delicious sweet sensation. The plate was full of salami, cheese, crackers and various tropical fruits. She finished the plate within a couple minutes.

    She stood in the middle of the room. "Excuse me but where is the bathroom and the closet," Echo looked around the room realizing that there was only a bed and a table. Suddenly there was a click and parts of the wall slid open on both sides of the room, one led to the bathroom and the other a large shelving unit with various types of clothes. She walked over and grabbed the boots first then the thin leather jacket and black jeans off the top shelf. The leather was soft to the touch.

    The bathroom was smaller than the rest of the place. The floor and ceiling were tiled with black and grey marble and the shower curtain was purple. The sink was covered in soaps that smelled strongly of flowers and there was a stack of a couple sizes of towels.

    The suit wouldn't slide off so she just climbed into the shower. As Echo touched the tap her suit flashed and words appeared on her stomach facing up at her so she could read it; SUIT COMPRESSION ACTIVATED. The suit dissolved and reformed into a copper and navy swirled band around her wrist; her name was engraved into the metallic outside.

    After cleaning up she looked in the mirror again noticing the same face from home. The platinum blonde ends were very vibrant against the wet dark red. She touched the skin around the tattoo seeing the scratched paw print symbol in a bright navy blue against her pale pink skin.

    Echo pulled on the jacket and the pair of black jeans. The boots she wore were the most comfortable support she ever had in a shoe; they were black and reached just below her knees. She pulled her hair back into a bun with the familiar barrette then stepped out into the main room. The metal band that was once her suit was still snug on her wrist.

    The walls lit up green and an arrow shape formed on the wall where the nurse left. The voice came on once more. "Please make your way to the office. Thank you," the door opened immediately after, the arrow falling to the floor. Echo followed it out of the room, the door closing with another hiss. She made her way down a couple halls and down some steps. The arrow was always a step or two ahead. Everything was white here too; there were no door handles or thresholds visible anywhere. The arrow turned and scooted up the side wall after reaching a dead end. The arrow turned into the word ENTER and then faded away.

    The door slid open. This time the room was not white but a light orange with a brown desk and a pair of shelves placed behind them; it was like any other school's main office. A man sat quietly at the desk, scribbling something on paper. He had grey hair and looked very official with his black suit and tie. He also reminded Echo of the man who preached at her church she didn't attend very often.

    He looked up at her, "Hello Echoria, come right in. My name is John Dean and this is the office as you might have guessed already, I would be happy to show you around our facility or answer any of your questions."

    "What is this place, sir?" Echo asked not really knowing what to call him. "I don't understand."

"Well this is your home now of course and you are here to train," his voice was deep and sounded pleased with his words. "Here is your schedule. I assume Kevin has explained it all to you already," he held out a bright blue slip of paper and smiled.

    "He said I am the shifter. Why do we need to be trained? He didn't tell me anything," Her voice was stronger than she had expected.

    "You will learn it all in your classes then," he said it very cheerfully but she could tell he didn't want her to waste his time. "Now run along, your first class will begin in a moment."

    Echo walked out of the sliding door and looked down to see a list of interesting classes. The courses she was enrolled for were Weaponry, Civics, Individual Studies, Religions and Physical Being. These didn't seem like the normal high school classes. Oh well they sounded more fun than the useless classes back home.

    A dinging sound range through the halls like a school bell, then that familiar voice came on, "Please make your way to first period. Thank you." All of a sudden several doors opened at the other end of the hall and six teenagers came out like a wave. They all wore normal clothes like at Echo's school but they all had similar tattoos below one eye; varying from left and right. They each had a different one; one had a flame, another with the symbol for air and even one with three overlapped circles. They all had the copper wrist bands too.

    Kevin was one of the six, he came towards Echo unexpectedly. "You ready for training?" His voice very friendly. "Yeah I guess," Echo replied a little unsure.

    "Ok you come to Weapons with me," he said as he grabbed her wrist, turned on his heels and walked swiftly along the corridor. Echo was a little nervous but she followed his foot steps towards a large red door labeled Weaponry.

 

"Hey we need to hurry up. At this rate if we don't get there we wont reach the cabin in time!" The lovely redhead was bouncing up an down in impatience. The heavy pack on her shoulders rattled her bottle out of the sleeve it was in. Picking it up she sees her boyfriend finally rounding the corner. Out of breath and huffing in exhaustion he takes the moment to catch his breath and fix his glasses. His overweight body strain's under his own pack. "Can... We slow down? Im... Not...As fit as you are." he managed to blurt out between breaths. She walks up to him patting his shoulder than kisses his cheek. "We can take a break, but then we need to hurry up so we can make the cabin before nightfall." Noding his head he falls upon a rock and drains the last of his water. Still standing she too drains her water bottle. His face red he says to her, "I'm sorry. If i was only stronger we could have been there by now. I know i'm fat and i'm sorry for it." His face shows his sadness and anger. She sits next to him and says "I love you for whats in your heart. You are noble strong and kind. I wouldn't trade you in for the rock himself." Laughing they talk for a couple of more minuets. Then glancing at her watch she stands up and informs him that its time too go. Nodding he heaves himself to his feet. She says to him "If we make it there before dark ill make it worth your while." With a wink she starts the pace. Grinning he falls into step behind her determined to match her pace. After an hour just as the sun starts to set they reach the log cabin. The small cozy place looks freshly cleaned and ready for use. The property was owned by her grandmother and was now the families vacation spot. Three bedrooms two bathrooms, with nice antique furniture and a beautiful lake with a forest looming around it. They rush inside and put down their packs catching their breath. Siting on the plush couch she straddles him and whispers into his ear " My dearest, if you chop the fire wood and start it ill make a nice evening meal. And ill be the desert" Grinning from ear to ear he picks her up and gently sets her down on the next cushion.He rushes out the door and soon the sound of the ax falling and wood splintering can be heard from the open door. Standing she rummages the kitchen and their packs for utensils and food. Choosing noodles with pre cooked shrimp she sets about getting everything ready for the fire. As she finishes she can her Jack getting the kindling and paper into the fireplace. She looks out the window and sees the gathering darkness and for some reason gets a chill down her spine. Glancing left and right she cant shake the feeling that somethings watching her. She reaches up and goes to close the curtains when she sees a white opaque shape far in the distance. Then she closes the shades and the feeling fades. Just then she hears the fire whoosh into life. Shuddering she gathers her ingredients and prepares dinner. After they are done eating and they have showered and brushed their teeth they lounge around the fireplace. Then she pushes him into the master bedroom and throws him onto the bed. Straddling him she undoes her pajamas and takes of her top and underwear. Smiling she says "For my hero goes the spoils"

For the next few days they have a great time. They go swimming and hiking in the woods. But it was on the third day that things began to go strange. They were hiking near the edge of the property when they find strange footprints. It looked as if two large boots were standing near an old oak tree. What was stranger still there were two puncture marks near both feet about an inch deep. Around the back of the tree is a note that says "Beware all those who take this note for a game must be played. A game of gathering my brothers and sisters before HE finds you. The reward is riches and power. To lose is to die." Laughing Jack reaches up and tears it down much to the annoyance of Clare. She slaps his shoulder and scolds him for messing with flyers. Turning she gasps for they are no longer near the cabin. The world is dark and the wind is chilling and the trees are no longer majestic and full of leaves but dead and withered. Twelve feet in front of them is another note that says "Help me i can feel HIM. HES getting closer" The note is blood stained and torn around one edge. Next to the words is a vague drawing of a tall figure with no head and tentacles coming out of his back. Jack, scared and terrified runs and grabs the note. As soon as it leaves the bark an ominous horn sounds in the distance. Crying Clare runs to Jack and starts to pound him. "Why! Why did you have to mess with the note! Why!" Sobbing she falls into his shoulder. His face grim and terrified he grabs her hand pulls out his magnum flashlight and flicks it on. The darkness slowly, unrealistic peels apart before the light. Its normal strength is dimmed. They can only see around ten feet into the looming darkness.  Soon they are walking again and find two more notes quickly. One in a strange bathroom house with only long halls. It said "Don't look back. HE is there. Waiting" It was in good condition but the picture was more close up. It showed a tall figure in a suit with no face except for a horrible mouth the stretched beyond human revealing black dagger teeth. The tentacles can now be counted at four. The seconded is found on a large propane container, rusted beyond use. This one was unreadable and torn. Each time they peeled the note away the horn sounded, closer and louder. They are now in an orchard feeling brave and confident. Small talk and each other seem to lighten the mood. But it is short lived for as they find their fourth note They finally see him. Tall and looming he is 7 feet with no face, a all black tuxedo hugs his slim frame. Tentacles ending in razor sharp points support his long body. At first all they can do is stare. Then they realize that their breaths are coming shorter and fainter. Their minds slowly slipping. Just as they are about to lose conciseness Clare screams sending both of them running for their very sanity far and away form the figure. But Jack soon loses his breath and grabs her hand to a stop. She turns to him and screams "Why are we stopping that thing could be on us at any time we have too keep moving!" He points the light on the large formation of stones that they almost passed. There shining all white is another note. It says "HE knows. I cant run i cant hide. HE is everywhere." Clare runs up rips it off and hands it to jack who has folded all of them into his pocket. He takes them all out and hands them to Clare and says "I am sure that you can find them all before i can so you might as well take them.' They continue to walk in dreaded silence waiting and hoping to find another note. Then Clare stops and asks "How many do we have to find? There could be a hundred or two more? We just don't know..." Trailing off into a whisper she sees an abandoned truck. Yelping with hope she runs to it and finds another note on the hood. This one is just a drawing. A horrible drawing of the figure with the mouth wide and dripping black, arms extended with sharp claws at the end. And the tentacles are crooked and sharp. Taking it off the hood she runs and finds the keys missing and the gas gauge on empty. She punches the dash and falls to her knees crying in desperation. That's when she notices that Jack is staring with his mouth open pointing the light at the figure. She runs and try's to shake him but his mind is already gone. Sobbing with tears in her eyes at his blank face she rips the light away and sprints back the way they came. As the distance increases she suddenly hears the most blood chilling scream followed by a haunting shrill cry that pierces her senses and tears through her kind. But she continues to run. Reaching the orchard she sprints in between the two ares shes been. The six papers are snug and tight in her jeans and soon she finds another note this one on a large wall in a clearing. She doesn't stop to see what it says she just tears it off and keeps running. Round the wall HE materializes in front of the light screaming she does a sharp 180, boots tearing into the ground before she is off in a different direction. A path soon forms and she sprints towards it. There in the middle of a large Clearing with the dead forest all around it is a massive tree. Bigger then the rest it looks like an ancient dead oak. And there right in front of her is another note. But something tells her that its the last one. With hope in her heart she runs to it rips it off Grabs all eight notes rolls them up and holds them triumphantly in the air. But then she hears it. A shrill laugh higher pitched then any normal human could make. It comes from the forest itself. All around her. She spins around in a circle trying to find the source of the noise. As she faces the path she feels something behind her. A feeling of dread and terror crawls up her spine. But she is a fighter. She turns with her eyes closed and trows the papers right into the face of HIM. But then she falls to her knees and stares right into his face. As her mind slips and her conciseness fails she whispers "There really is no escape. YOU are everywhere" Before she slips she sees HIS mouth widen and come right at her face.

(Another short story for *AVAkrokodiladdict54. This one is based of her art and the story of Slenderman. Hope its good :)
  • Mood: Neutral
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  • Watching: tabs
  • Playing: the Game
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okay so the day wasn't bad

but we are missing a key part of what makes the shirt lucky ¬_¬

lazy sunday today

set the address on the package being sent to my aunt

Only for Grandma to ask if we can send off some letters she's giving to someone who lives in the same area as us to give to us so we can send it off :stare:

I didn't see the term Lackey in the job description of Grandson -_-

Mum went off pretty early with her boyfriend to Duxford
He was cashing in a voucher given to him by mum to fly a plane there

So we had a very late Roast Dinner :XD:

other than that
Watched another movie

it's interesting to see how many films are there
I mean i saw the likes of Bridge to Terabithia on there o_O

but my choice was the latest Pokemon film; the Keldeo one
it was okay, better than the Victini one but not the best
though the battle scene at the end was pretty cool o3o

but now i can maintain that i've seen all released Pokemon films to date :dummy:

Played a bit of Pokemon, but not much
decided to use up the spare paper i had from the torn paper i used to tape over the original address of the package ^^;
So i did some OS drawing

It was there where i began improving my anatomy
I was looking for inspiration on Google images and it helped me with body shapes :la:
mainly physique but it's still helpful :iconsuperw00tplz:

Sadly Mindplay is still hitting a block :saddummy:

that's just about all i did today :shrug:

Mum's on lates tomorrow but we've still got time to post all these packages
she's back by Midnight :ohnoes:
I'm gonna try my luck with the downloading of Maya tomorrow
Seeing as brother has an exam at 1:30

so there should be little disturbances
and hopefully i can actually get stuff working for once :stare:

Okay then

HS is still in Megapause
coming up to 2 months now...
I kind of have a balance of anticipation and worry about when it updates again
yes i'll be happy for updates and we get to see the final act come to fruition
but at the same time it means i have to reencounter the whole Grimbark predicament, and probably Featherbrain too >_> plus it means all the panic restarts
So i can only hope that Hussie fixes it fast, makes a great and respectable finale

annnnnd
:shakefist:
:iconhypnotoadplz:
MAKING DAVEJADE CANON!!!!!!!

As said, the shirt hasn't given me a fanart yet ;3;
in fact, i haven't had a single message about a deviation by followers or groups today o_o
Nearly 200 activity messages but not one Deviation!
but yeah, no fanart - the shirt better be leaving it late, i needs the fanarts

I NEED THE CANON
NOW
ALL OF THE DAVEJADE BEING CANON
ALL OF IT
no Grimbark, no Featherbrain
Just Dave Strider and Jade Harley, together in a happy and loving romantic relationship
from now, to beyond the edges of space and the ends of time
together Infinitever :la:

DO THAT NOW!!!
:iconmakeitsoplz:

so then, how was your weekends
Thank you all for fcv's
Chat and Skype open

Kida is gonna be the finalized name of the Shiny Roggenrola
none of you even tried ._.
is it just uninteresting or did no-one really have anything?

Funfact: Another Superman Fact;

Christopher Reeve had a pretty famous training buddy when he bulked up for his Superman Debut, who you might ask? Only Darth Vader!!! :icondramaticplz:
Vader made Reeve into a machine, so much so that the directors had to reshoot the previous scenes because his change in physique was so dramatic :XD:

Welp, packages and download tomorrow
The riverside will probably depend on the weather
and i need to think up something for dad for Father's Day...

Hope you all had great weekends
:hug: or :highfive:
Had a good sleep last night, see if i can replicate that ;P
Night all
:D
the fun thing about this is how you can pinpoint the exact place where i got tired and stopped caring
then i got some rest and came back ans started to care again ahaha

Basics

Full Name: Starrdust Garamscythe
Nicknames: Starr
Sex: Female
Age: Roughly 1300 years old
Birth Date: Dragons obviously run on a different calendar, but her birthday is near the beginning of April which makes her an Aries ehehe.
Death Date (If character has died): She may or may not be immortal. Her body holds two souls, after all.
Birthplace: A planet called Kavina that ended up getting destroyed. It was inhabited by dragons that had killed off the human population and all manner of cool animals.
Current Residence: Her kingdom on a sort of alternate Earth she's renamed Okarthel, which is literally "home" in Draconic.
Race (If human then state nationality): A halfbreed product of a gold and silver dragon. When she (rarely) chooses to be human, she's Caucasian.

Appearance

Height: She's around 8 feet tall at her shoulder. Not at all large for a dragon. Human-wise, she's about 5 foot 6.
Weight: 1650 pounds, give or take. Probably around 120-130 as a human.
Body Type: Average weight and build for her size as a dragon. Supermodel body as a human gdi starr
Eyes: A very distinct gold. Whereas Destati's eyes are more yellow-orange, her's are literally a metallic shade of gold.
Hair: None as a dragon, but as a human, her hair is long and black. It shimmers silver in the right light.
Skin: Fair as a human. Her draconian scales are thinner than a normal dragon's, making her more susceptible to attack. They're all black, aside from a few silvery speckles that make her look like a piece of the night sky.
Distinguishing Characteristics/Markings: Her gold eyes in both forms, her unusual coloring as a dragon.
Physical Flaws/Birthmarks/Scars: The membrane on her wings and "ears" are torn and holed; though this tends to happen with age, most of hers are from battle, specifically the large tear on her left wing.
Usual Attire: Always wears a blue-purple scarf. Wears a black shirt covered in silver stars with flared sleeves as a human, accompanied with black pants.
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Other Accessories: There's a broken shackle on her left wrist. She keeps it as a sort of reminder of what humans did to her, even though it causes her physical pain to keep it on.

Personality

Personality Traits: Condescending, paranoid, and impulsive. She relies heavily on first impressions when meeting people and will base how she treats them from then on that very first meeting. Also holds grudges and loves exacting revenge. She is, however, very loyal to her friends and family and would die for them.
What annoys him/her?
Mostly defiance. If she feels as though someone isn't listening to her, she will lose patience fast. If she is outright refused something she wants, she will do everything in her power to ensure it is hers.
What makes him/her happy?
If her overly-complicated plans go exactly as she wanted them to, being with people she likes. Oh, and screwing around with Destati.
What does him/her think is disgusting?
Humans. She could write a novel on why humans are terrible and everyone should hate them.
Greatest Fears/Phobias: Being abandoned or banished, due to her years of isolation. She also fears being widely hated, despite relishing having a few enemies; basically, she wants most everyone on her side but if things fell out of her control she would be very distressed.
Patience Level: Very low.
Self-esteem: Pretty high, seeing as how she regards herself as superior.
Does him/her fit into a certain clique (goths, jocks, preps, etc.)?
lolnope
Hobbies/Interests: Somehow I imagine her being interested in the arts, specifically painting.

Favorites:
Color- Gold. You don't even know how much dragons love shiny things yOU DON'T
Food- Meat. Doesn't matter what kind, as long as it is raw and fresh.
Place- Her throne room. It's nice and dark and gives her a place to think, mostly because no one really goes in there unless they have to (because that place is really unnerving, seeing as how she's scratched the hell out of the walls)
Animal- Though she wouldn't consider them animals, she's a big fan of her own race.
Clothing- Her scarf bears a deep meaning for her, since it belonged to her son before he died.
School Subject- She never actually went to school ahaha
Music (genre)- "I'm not listening to your human trash."
Books (genre)- She really wouldn't mind as long as it was a good book. And in Draconic, since she can't read human writing.
Movies (genre)- Uh
Probably action. Lots of senseless killing and movement would really stimulate her ahaha

Season- Springgg
Time of Day- Afternoon, probably. Because that's when she both is the most productive and looks the best.
Holiday- idk? She wouldn't really care about human holidays and dragon holidays are all "let's celebrate that one time i killed a manticore!"

Least Favorites:
Color- Um? I don't think there's anything she wouldn't like.
Food- Oddly enough, she doesn't like sweets. Apparently, all dragons don't like sweets.
Place- Cities. They make her feel somewhat boxed-in and she hates the large concentration of people.
Animal- We've talked about what she hates for the last ten minutes
Clothing- She really would not give a fuck
School Subject- N/A
Music (genre)- "tuRN THAT MUSIC OFF IT SOUNDS AWFUL"
Books (genre)- ehh
Movies (genre)- She wouldn't really watch movies ehehe
Season- Probably winter.
Time of Day- Night. It's when she gets really paranoid and starts scratching at the walls.
Holiday- Probably human holidays in general.

Personal

A brief description of your character's history: Oh god.
She was born on Kavina and lived there peacefully with her mother, father, and brother. Since she was born into the royal family, she was next in line to be queen before Destati came and fucked all the shit up. She managed to escape with her brother and father before the planet blew up. Afterwards, they ended up having to separate, leaving her to fend for herself for a while before they found more survivors and banded together for survival. When Destati came to fuck the shit up again, she managed to defeat him each and every time.
They enjoyed a small era of peace when Destati finally gave up, then the ghost of Starr's mother, who'd gone mad from isolation, started wreaking havoc when she began possessing Starr's body. Starr managed to imprison her inside herself to keep her from ruining everything again, but it left her mother to whisper to her without anything to hold her back. Though Starr resisted and managed to stay fairly sane for a while, outside stress began chipping away at her, too.
First came the war, then came losing when humans became involved. Then imprisonment for a few years, and after that, watching her own son die in front of her while they were escaping. The last event is what drove her completely over the edge.
With a reunited army, she retook the planet she'd fought hard to keep, and took control. She destroyed every last human being on her planet, just like the legendary dragons of old on her home planet. She killed every dragon that dared oppose her during the war, sparing only one to endlessly torment. She knew Destati had a son to look after, but she kept him busy running fool's errands until his son vanished, just so he would be just as miserable as her.
In fact, I just realized, it's not just madness that's her problem. Her justification isn't madness. It's empathy. She wants everyone to be like her, to know how she feels, to understand the feeling of someone you love leaving you forever.
"Why can't everyone be perfect like me?"

Long-term Goals: I think I just made a new one up there whooo
Short-term Goals: Gaslighting Destati. It's worth noting that dragon gaslighting is much different than human gaslighting.
What does he/she think of him/herself?
Pretty highly. Most dragons do, though.
If he/she could have one wish, what would it be?
Having her son back, oh god.
What other wishes does he/she have?
Well...
probably not having Kavina blown up in the first place.

How did your character die if they did?
Not yet bitchessssss
Belongings: Does an entire planet count
Prized Possession: Her scarfffff
Religion/Beliefs: Do dragons have religion hhhh
Political Preference: "what"
"oh i see"
"monarchy yes"

Darkest Secret: None? She's not really the kind to keep secrets.
Guilty Pleasures: "what is this filthy human food?"
"no i won't try it"
"..."
"...okay just one bite"
"..."
"...i am going to eat all of it"

Does he/she keep a diary or journal?
Probably, but at this point it's probably just filled with marks counting the days since Jeminii died HEYO I MADE A WALKING DEAD REFERENCE

Relationships

Family Living With: None
Family Situation: Somewhat distant. Her father has gone blind and lives in isolation to meditate and her brother lives across the continent from her.
Former Friends: Most of her friends died in the war.
Current Friends: None officially
Former Love Interest: glubshrug
There used to be a thing with her and a Sonic OC but idk if I'm still making that a thing

Current Love Interest: None. She likes to tease for the hell of it, though.
Former Enemies: Lots. And they all happen to be dead.
Current Enemies: Except Destati.
Losses: Her son, and her mom before she went "lolnope"
What does he/she think of people?
no you guys i've been lying this whole time she likes people a lot
What do people think of her/him?
"what is her problem omg"
What do his/her friends like about him/her?
She doesn't have any friends HAHAHAHAHAHA
What do his/her friends dislike about him/her?
^^^^^^^^^
Why do his/her enemies hate him/her?
Destati hates her because she's a lil shit and she makes him miserable
Popularity among Peers: Not very high at all oopsies
Occupation: Ruling a goddamn kingdom
Affiliations (rank if there is one): She's the queen and she will fuck your shit up
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: uh
Virgin?
She had a son you ass
Hate anyone?
haha funny
Killed anyone?
More like genocide
Would you and your character get along?
noooooooooooo
Would you like to hang out with your character?
nnnNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Would your character like you?
NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Abilities/Achievements

Achievements: woo
she defended the planet and became queen

Failures: she kind of made everyone hate her because she makes bad decisions because she dOESN'T THINK THEM THROUGH
Education: hahahah
Abilities/Powers: oh no
She can kind of shoot lasers out of her mouth
She can make illusions
She can kind of jump between dimensions
and generally do some really cool magic shit

Skills: Well
Her paranoia makes her come up with probably the most complicated and foolproof plans possible. We're talking backup backup backup plans here.
She's also really good with a sword and hand-to-hand combat, though most of it involves scratches and bites.

How strong is he/she?
She's physically weak for a dragon, but for a human, she could lift a full grown man no problem
How high is his/her IQ?
Ehhh
Pretty high. She's just bad at using it.

What would his/her average grades in school be (even if they don't attend)?
If she were in her sane state, A's and B's I'd imagine.
Otherwise, she would just be completely out of control.


Health

Diet: She doesn't eat much besides meat, being a carnivore and all. I think fruits and vegetables would make her physically sick if she ingested any.
Exercise: She trains vigorously whenever she gets a chance to.
Bad Habits: ooh
She tends to eat a lot. This is a dragon thing of course but it's sort of off-putting for someone to watch her eat her body weight in meat as a human.

Physical Health Problems: It's a little hard for her to fly due to her left wing being torn, but it's not too bad. The real issue is in her left leg, where she refuses to take off that shackle. It's gotten really bad and she limps when she walks.
Mental Health Problems: Oh god where do we start
Schizophrenia, psychopathy, and a terrible superiority complex. Also maybe compulsive hoarding? Then again, it's practically expected for a dragon to have a gigantic hoard of valuables.

Hygiene: Regarding herself very highly, she'd want to remain as clean as possible.

Situations (What would he/she do or how would he/she react?)

Your character is called up for an award and is congratulated.
"Well of course!"
"Oh wow that's shiny"
"...what?"
"Am I supposed to thank you?"
"Shouldn't you be thanking me?"


Your character didn't win any awards and watches as someone else is congratulated.
Depends on what it was.
Of course she'd be gracious if she were attending an awards ceremony meant for someone else, but if it were a competition and she'd lost, she'd probably just boil in her seat and just be really pouty


Your character is winning at a game of some kind.
Continue being a condescending bitch.

Your character lost at a game of some kind.
"What."
"How can I lose?"
"You cheated!"


Your character has a crush on someone and must find out how to tell them.
Seeing as how dragons have sex the same way eagles do she'll probably make some awkward innuendo around flying
Starr pls


Your character tells that person and they agree to go out with them.
"Oh good"
"I'll arrange the wedding"


Your character tells that person and gets rejected.
[link]

Your character is asked out by someone they like.
"Oh"
"I"
"Yes"
"Yes let's go right now"


Your character is asked out by someone they don't like that way.
"You're serious?"
"No"
"God no."


Your character's crush is revealed by someone else.
Guess who's gonna be missing the next morning

Your character must work on a project with a person they don't like.
"No stop that's not right"
"No"
"No"
"God just let me do it"
"No you don't get to do anything"


Your character loses a family member or a close friend.
She's been mourning her son for a while. Though it's not as bad anymore, she went completely berserk behind closed doors.

Your character loses a pet.
I don't think she'd own any.
But, hypothetically, she'd probably react the same way as a lion.
Sniff the corpse a few times, maybe lick it, then eat it.


Your character loses a very important personal belonging.
"Wh"
"Where is my scarf"
"Oh my god wHERE IS IT"
"DID SOMEONE TAKE MY SCARF"


Your character loses something that they were borrowing.
"Eh"
"It'll turn up"


Your character is stolen from.
Oh hell no.
She would hunt down whoever took her shit because if there's one thing you never do to a dragon it is STEAL THEIR STUFF.


Your character is offered drugs/alcohol/a cigarette.
Try it.
Drugs would be interesting. I don't think she'd be affected though, and if she were offered again she'd be like "It's not that great wow you guys are easily impressed"
I don't know if she'd like alcohol, but she would drink if she did.
If she smoked, I think she'd actually be okay. She breathes fucking lasers.


Your character is publicly humiliated in front of a lot of people.
Plot violent revenge. Very violent revenge.

Your character is being picked on by some bullies.
She would not stand for that.
She may then attempt to pick them apart and turn them into the victims oops


Your character is physically attacked by some bullies.
She could definitely fight them off.

Your character killed someone.
"I thought you'd have a little more fight in you."

Your character witnessed a murder.
Murder isn't a big deal for dragons ahaha
She might even offer to help omg


Your character is being argued with.
It would quickly escalate into violence.

Your character trips and hurts him/herself.
Mutter and growl and brush herself off before continuing on her way.

Your character is given a gift they've always wanted.
Be really nice to whoever gave it to her and treasure it forever.

Your character is given a gift they couldn't care less about.
She wouldn't be afraid to show her disapproval, but she'd probably still keep it.

Your character arrives home after a bad day.
Take her anger out on something. A pillow or wall at best, a person at the worst.

Your character arrives home after a good day.
She'd be generally nicer if she were in a really good mood. This is really rare though, so it tends to weird people out and puts her back in a bad mood when people think she isn't being sincere.
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Paper Scars by Lovedrug
  • Reading: Cracked.com
  • Watching: Adventure Time
  • Playing: Civilization V
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Tomb Raider
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: You sleep
  • Playing: With your head
  • Eating: Your pain
  • Drinking: your tears
I was talking to a person on Omegle today that was telling me that he could never be an artist, because his father considered that to be a girl's profession and didn't want his son to turn into a weak, sissy boy. Thinking it over, I have some things I wanted to say. First of all, just because someone is an artist, doesn't mean they're weak at all. I have calluses from pens and pencils that I've used to create my work. I have a strong grip and handshake, because of having to hold pencils, pens, erasers, x-acto knives and various other tools of the trade that a weak hand wouldn't be able to hold. I have a really strong grip from having to use a staple gun to staple a wooden canvas frame and eventually having to remove bad staples with my own too fingers because it would've taken too long to get the staple remover from another student. I have had to clean and wash my own brushes with various kinds of paint and suffered several deep, dull edge cuts from working with files on stone and metal to make sculptures and jewelry. I've more than once burned my hand on hot metal, either because it got hot during polishing, or because it hadn't cooled down after soldering. I've often had to fight with and fix printers when printing examples of my work to show. I've inhaled more than my fair share of rubber cement fumes when mounting my artwork, and suffered a few cardboard cuts (which hurt far worse than paper cuts) from old boxes torn apart to be used as mounting board or various other things. I've even gotten blisters from working with tools that needed to be held tightly and used vigorously like hand saw, and I've worked with a hot flame, solder and flux. I've worked with metal, stone, wood, plastic, clay, paints of all kinds, and even inks with air brush, and paper, all kinds of papers. Pencil and pens, graphite, wax, crayons, markers, felt, foam...all kinds of things that at most, we quit using after elementary. So what really makes the artist weak? What gives off this impression that artists are weak and frail and such? How often do these people hand make their own work spaces and then work with them? What makes a laborer so much better than an artist. Yes, with technology our work has become easier, but so has the laborer. And yes, a lot of artists still work with their hands, old and new alike. With working with art programs, I've learned a lot about how to handle them, quicker and with more ease than any silly tutorial could've taught me. I've figured out techniques that work, and those that don't... I've learned enough tools of the trade to be proficient and I'm still learning things. What makes artists weak? The same thing that makes laborers strong, gay men fem and black people idiots. Stereotyping. Just because an artist has an ability to look at a problem differently, and can evoke several emotions with a single picture, doesn't make them "sensitive" in the way that we use to describe those that are weak, or "sissies" if you will... They are sensitive. Sensitive to emotion and the world around them, sensitive to their audience and to their tools. But this in no way, makes the artist "Weak"
This article originally appeared May 16th, 2012 at the Lottery Party.

Musician and Heirophant Ali Pow3rs [link] is a whirlwind of a true multi-media, and multi-genre, artiste. We at the LP are pleased as a Judy-less Punch to have him be our first interviewee. More humble than any pie and more candid than any camera, read on…

Ali, what was the very first dream you ever remember having? Was it in any way a product of your environment at the time? Do you feel that dreams are products of our surroundings, or messages from fifth dimensional angels?

I used to have night terrors for a lot of my childhood. Some of them were just images of normal things, but with a malevolent feeling pervading them. A feeling of disconnect. The main night terrors I remember involved seeing a solitary pink flower being dragged down in the mud, past a window, as if the entire house was being pulled underground and I was inside. The other was being in a large room. The room is red, and red light is hitting everything. At the center of the room is a concave table. Around this table are eight or nine people, they and the table appear in a silhouette. During this I am totally in fear, imagine no hope, no goodness, nothing. Complete terror. And they're deciding the end of the world. I had these dreams from about the age of 3 up. So 1983-4, maybe earlier. Often I'd wake paralyzed knowing there were people in my room I couldn't see. My mum told me a rhyme to help, she must've been pretty fraught by this point, as when the terror took hold I'd appear awake babbling and talking about things that weren't there. She'd say "magic spell magic spell mummy come and make things well". The terror often started with my feet cramping, so even now I curl the duvet under my feet to keep them warm. I used to believe a specific room in my house was haunted, none of the children went into it. I once saw a figure of brilliant white light at the top of the stairs, and have memories of flying down the stairs.

My childhood is littered with nightmares and odd events, daytime hallucinations and things I can't explain. In my late teens I saw a 7ft tall blonde angel in my bedroom, I hadn't ever expected an angel to be as it appeared to me. As I've grown up, I've come to an odd realization due to what I call shared space-time. Where I am the witness in the dream, then the voyeur of  'the witness' in real life. This has happened a lot recently, with songs and artworks created from the dream, then when it happens in real life, I'm like "shit no!" and play them the song or show them the art. But it's all a little hard to explain, I say it's like watching a movie someone else filmed and acted in, only in reverse? So angels maybe? When I was originally thinking of the Wormcast in 1999 I imagined if reality is governed by memory, and memory can be passed by writing it down, and paper can be folded 7 times, and the 7th wave breaks bigger than the other 6. Then reality itself must be governed at least in our heritage by similar innate principles, like days of the week or Buddha achieving enlightenment in 6 days…whether he rested on the 7th is one for the historians. So I like the idea of higher beings, only if it's our instincts working beyond and faster than our conscious mind. But no matter what I believe I will always sleep covering my feet up just in case.

I understand your father wrote a very profound book mixing physics with philosophy, when you were quite young (maybe even before your time?). Other than the night terrors and hallucinations, would you say your family life growing up was normal enough, or has your family tree always been the sort to burn down windmills altogether? Did the Powers define Derby, or did Derby define the Powers? And how soon did that eschaton-immanentizing goddess Art enter your world?

I didn't always want to do art, I originally wanted to act then do movie special FX, I think partly as a way to deconstruct my fear. Art, at least creativity with a purpose, came when I joined my first band at 11, I'd design albums we were going to make. With track listings to songs that didn't exist. Having a band of brothers meant we had a pact with each other. Hush hush, drugs alcohol and sex were part of the playing field of being in a band, so very early on we were experimenting, and our fans came along too. I don't think in any radical "we're breaking the rules" way, but more in a "we trust each other more than the rules". They were really happy times, puberty hit and life was a whole new thing, we were aloud out on our own. It was a small enough town, we didn't fear much. We'd get attacked every now and again by people in gangs. It's very different to be a band. Just the best of times. Really genuine people.

I moved to Derby in 2003 and it took a long time to repair my head. I'd been living in NYC and before that Liverpool, and I'd let my demons get hold. I'd almost been lead around by my subconscious for 4-5 years. Not at all a healthy state of mind. Interesting but definitely not healthy. Derby was a grounding. A way of me honestly looking at what was important after I'd lost so much. Of myself and time. Growing up in a small town in the south of England, called Ware, I'd had a lot of freedom, I knew how to get away with stuff, and test and push the boundaries. I think 1999-2003 I'd lost sight of the way other people worked, I'd spent so much time on myself, believing in a shamanistic approach I'd isolated myself from other people on a very basic level. I created this facade of the outgoing guy I used to be while inside I was falling apart and lost everyone and everything dear to me, apart from my family. So I had no option but to move back and get stable. Derby was really good for me, at points it was like reminiscing without a history, I made mistakes here, they helped me realize I needed to be resolute and not just slide. But it's easygoing and I don't feel desperate here. Living in NYC by yourself is hard. Tortures you at night, the city drowns the silence to a hum raging in the distance, when you're fucked up and alone. You only have yourself to pull you out, but in the noise I lost my focus and was pulled in and out of my conscious mind. A stranger in a strange land. The wind used to terrify me as a boy. Maybe in the hum was a hurricane building?

My Dad being a scientist was always hard, he had so many books but very few stories, that didn't come with a prefix or disclaimer of  'myth'. My Mum is a Historian so but a dreamer in that, and beyond the very hungry caterpillar, it was only when they saw where I was heading I felt 'got'. I'm the youngest of four kids, so I was told off, and talked down to more than I'd like. But I learned off them too. I think that's why the band was so important for me. When my brother joined in 1995 it felt like it wasn't mine anymore. Our family was very musical, my Dad always plays the same pieces on piano over and over, it's very reassuring to hear them. His brother was in a folk band called Drowsy Maggie. My sisters play flute and harp and brother bass, all with a bit of piano mixed in. But the thing that formed me most, was me knowing I wasn't them, I know myself best when family is around, like cogs. But I'm a very different, possibly precocious, and definitely amorous towards women for as long as I can remember. There's 36 years between my Dad and his Dad and 36 years between him and me. His Dad was born during a lightning storm, cause his mother was struck while she was pregnant, my grandad was born prematurely and was not expected to survive the night, twisted up like a pretzel. He was so small as a child he climbed into the grandfather clock at his aunt's house, the clock now belongs to my father. Think that's why I was scared of the storm. In case I was struck.

All these stories made me who I am. I couldn't separate them from me, but like I said, I also know they're not me. It's a weird mix of place, action, requirement, basic function, invention, adaptation, breaking the rules, love and desire. I wish I could live more for desire, like when I was young and passionate. Either way I'll always be a dreamer even when I never wake up.

As an adult you have explored many very different mediums and genres of Art, from the Thomas the Chav Engine bit to acting in and scoring for films to painting and drawing, and even writing comics. But music you always come back to. Myself having worn through some eleven of your albums of the past decade, what catches my ear and the ear of any listener is the range of genres you can express through your music, like a constant experimentation. You can do the folksy singer-songwriter stuff or the bourbon-drenched punk or the silly bubblegum pop or the heavily mixed and sampled artsy mood music that belongs in big budget sci-fi flicks. Your lyric skills are especially noticeable, sometimes being laugh out loud inducing and catchy and painfully insightful all at once. Are your songs biographical, are they dreams themselves, are they stepping stones in your clutchings for sanity?

Definitely. I think often songs are like what stand up comics do. You have an altercation then on the way home think of the retort that would've cut the most, and write it down, it's the kind of lie people can rehearse themselves with. My songs are about the hopes I had for a better life. The Dreams that formed that, and having the ability to write a song often stopped me from acting out in real life. Which was healthier than a letter or a phone call or an email. Lyrics have always been important to me. I like mood music but often feel cheated if on analyzing it it falls short of some truth. I think too much and am more like a Victorian pinning down butterflies than the free spirited dreamer I once longed to be. I have a storm in my head sometimes and writing is the only way to ride through it. I have a sense of humor about it now, I know I'm crazy. But it's a gift. It's isolating sometimes, but it's brought a lot of joy to other people. And I'm grateful.

So where does Wormcast come in? There was the comic book story from the good Liam Sharp's Event Horizon books, and you did some vid shorts and a crazy blog series back when to expand on the idea. Although it is more than merely a fictional fantastical setup, right? Is it something like a digital scrying stone for discerning into the future?
And you've known Liam for quite a long time, right? I understand his new venture will involve digital releases of comix, but would you happen to know if this might apply to the Mamtor books as well- which were all quite good?


We haven't discussed whether Event Horizon 1&2 will form part of his new Madefire enterprise. I hadn't actually thought to bring it up. Madefire's this wonderful new way to enjoy graphic art, the books are more like pop ups, where the narrative content appears as you go through it. As a dyslexic I always found comics hard to read, the linear story being visible all at once meant I'd be reading panels out of sequence as my eye was drawn to it. So I find it really beneficial to my enjoyment of the medium.

Me and Liam met through music, at an annual Tuesday night at an open mic. I liked his songs and he liked mine. He'd recently moved back from Brighton to his home turf as I'd done the same. Although I was raised in the south I'd been visiting Derby since the early 90s due to my Dads work. We just got on really well, if you've seen 'I love you man' we tend to see it in those terms. We were very good for each other. And I'm incredibly grateful to have him as a friend. He's been with me through a lot and I consider him my long lost brother. He's just one of the best people.

The concept of the Wormcast was bred very much from my want of fate. The idea of a dual toroid universe, and an infinite world that digests itself in continuous repetition, allowing us to live an infinite amount of times but only ever the once, came to me before the millennium in San Francisco. I put this down to it being so tectonic, that while in a trance, I saw the earth repeating the same movement, program if you will, always ending at the point it began, that infinity itself was a concept born out of free will. From that point all my previous stories and future stories bore that hallmark, that somehow to create a universe where all things were possible, could be the key to understanding my life, aside from writing a story I hoped would draw the fates to me. Oddly the word Zenopod was ingrained in the recitation of the story. I can only believe my father must have told me as a child of the philosopher Zenos and the Zeno paradox. As when I was writing I only thought, that's the word! Most of my work is written in one continuous flow. Words often appear in my head as if by magic, they seem to be appropriate, my subconscious is constantly churning over things.

When I started blogging the stories after publication it was partly a way to expand the universe, experiment and to illustrate the principle of an accessible future. The blogs had past and future dates, linked but set, unlike an adventure game book, this was a mystery, the cat could remain in the box, but that wouldn't stop it being there.

Interesting that you mentioned scrying since some of the ideas were fashioned this way, oddly again without me knowing the practice. Seems somehow I innately knew it already.

I've been intending to compile all the threads and complete the Wormcast as a novel but I've been waiting for the right time. Strangely it feels like an autobiography, much of what inspired me to write it, was from my weird life. So I wonder if the truest telling would be a mix of the two. And myself being a character in it.

Maybe I'm holding off on meeting the Venus by remaining in limbo? Creative work only exists if you make things. If Picasso had never painted one picture, people would never have called him an artist, even if he saw the work in his mind, he may also never have been such a womanizer? And the modern lovers would be poorer for it! The needle needs the record. Just as the record is a vessel of creation. I've been holding off grooves and writing beat poetry possibly for too long?

You mentioned being in bands before, and we will talk about your current endeavor Hot Japanese Girl momentarily, but I was wondering about the collaborative aspects of filmmaking and your relation to it. Making cinema is very much a collaborative thing, and whether its acting, or working on the music or effects, would you say that your experiences with moving pictures must afford you some degrees of fusion to get lost inside of? You had also mentioned prior to this interview about wanting to pursue animation more- and that can certainly be even more of a faceless art than being one in a crowd of even a no-budget movie production set or a band on stage. Is there something about the loss of identity to those that holds some appeal for you?

I just sort of want to be able to make dreams. Aside from having animation/format ideas I really just want to form the ability to translate an image into a more tangible reality. I love cartoons but that's only part of the why. My experiences in film are varied, I've kinda seen it from every angle. I've art directed, acted, done the score, even been an extra. I've directed and produced my own shorts, and it's all been beneficial to my understanding. My favorite thing generally with the dramatic arts is it gives you a context. There is no polemic overriding the drama, that's the work of propaganda, you are a character in a piece, and the only truth to convey is the truth of 'it'. Saying that I love physical comedy, and just appearing to be an idiot. Or clumsy. I like to be able to laugh at myself, as honestly, otherwise, I tend to torment myself.

The odd thing about why I joined Hot Japanese Girl was due to one of my trances. I saw various anachronistic things 1998-2003, I saw an actress who wouldn't be famous for another 5 years through the eyes of her leading men. I had visions of technologies that are now common place, open source email with shared content. I saw a film I'd later do the score for, saw scripts I'd later work on, and I had a choice between being a backing musician for a famous artist or being in this band. We were in a studio recording a song called Dave Lankester. On waking I wrote a song called "no mistake" that's the secret track on the currency LP recorded in 2000, released 2004. Because they were the lyrics I remember being sung in the dream. I've since played the song to the band, and told them the story. And been in the same space time as the dream I had about them, that was when they were recording their song and asked me to do backing vocals on it. So on the question of a loss of identity, part of my rational mind can't quite deal with why I saw all this stuff 10 years ago. Did I make this current reality? That just feels arrogant to the point of madness. Or did I navigate towards it? And why?

More and more I long for solitude, wooly jumpers and an ocean view, so maybe that's next? I'd love to make characters people love, have an almost friendship with, and grow up always remembering. Other than that, like I said I wanna make, and share dreams. I think if I can get to that point I may make some pretty startling discoveries about the nature of my reality? And maybe prove some of what I've experienced in the past.

Well I always understood that the idea of time flowing in one distinct direction is just something we made up so as to simplify things. In that vein, I read L. Sprague DeCamp's ruthless biography of H P Lovecraft awhile back and he pointed out how Howard was actually as straight-edged as they come, never even partaking in the occasional snifter of brandy or a bottle of rubbing alcohol. But some of the things Lovecraft wrote about…like William Blake's angels, his descriptions seem right on with things I myself have seen through the assistance of DMT. So, if drugs and altered states are only shortcuts to transcendental meditation and its many side-effects- then I absolutely see validity in yours or anybody's claims in experiencing time in anyway left of the norm. Who is to say that what a severe schizophrenic sees and hears is not really there? What if it's their mind picking up a different frequency, like AM radio waves sharing space with FM radio waves? To some folks, basic Christian religious conviction seems completely mad, but if an ethos is what's needed to get one through the day, then an ethos they are certainly welcome to. And if nobody is getting hurt, then where's the harm?
As you've tried many different paths and have experimented with both assorted solo art projects and creative collaborations with others, I'd like to do something other than the standard stereotypical thing and not ask you who other than those past or present whom you've worked or played with, who has influenced you. Rather, I'd like to hear who or what affects you like fingernails on a chalkboard. What books, what movies, what music, what politics or people are the sort you wish could be shoved into a time machine set for the day after the end of the universe?


This rather lazy diagram illustrates the principle. [link]

What do I loathe? I'm starting to wonder if everything has its place?

There's certain aggressive male mindsets and this applies to females as well I dislike. Misogyny in general. Which I feel is separate from basic sexism because of its use of fear. The player "I got all this shit!" Lazy ass lyric. They back it up with sheer aggression. Smart enough to exploit the resources around them. People who are smart enough to know the formulae and replicate the latest pitch corrected piece of shit, without any other motive than to hoodwink the people for one hit, that I tend to hear in late night pizza parlours. I like good songs, even pop, so I wouldn't say it's all bad. I hate something in all genres. So for the black hole? That fraction of society that exists purely because of the inequity brought about by too much paperwork. Politicians who make laws to trap people in a game they made, rather than take a human approach to law giving. The movies that aren't worth the popcorn. The music that hasn't evolved and just sounds like the next level droid is doing it. The people who can't see a better system because they're too happy exploiting this one. And the bureaucrats who only exist because they get to live off our taxes, yet punish the people who can't get a job and sign on welfare, which gives them their job! If we got rid of their jobs and made welfare automatic everyone might have more. I hate the idea that suffering needs to exist just to act as an example to others. You could quite easily build a system based on nurtured creativity and learning, and if we did away with poverty, we could also do away with crime, greed and war. Want. I'd do away with want. Things governed by want. Shit want movies. Shit want books. Shit want music. Shit want politics. Shit want planet. The shit that stops people living in the now. The honey traps, rather than the genuine joy. People who turn you into ladders for only themselves. And me just so I could be there to watch it all burn! Kidding.

ZOUNDS! But I think you left out Meteorologists. Now before we close, I want to run some of the song titles from your inventory of…your website says "over 400″ but I think that's a rather modest calculation. Anyway, I'm going to name names and I'd like for you to give a brief description of where the song came from, beit physically or metaphysically.

The Etiquette Regret series. Sideways Waltzing. Stalk The Line. Our Reflection. Under The Knife. This Is The Scene. The Key, The Kite, The Lightning trio. Freebird (ha!).


Let's start with the medication of 'This is the scene". I'd recently started a course of anti depressants called Citalipram, and it had a few odd side effects. Apart from the hair, which immediately formed itself around my psyche, a side cut, it also made certain mind frames accessible, that I've rarely had since. The song is a repetitive hook with slightly knowing lyrics: "living like a pill in a pack, your favorite color is black, the warm fuzz of the numb generation!" and it was.

Getting off it was hard.

"Under the knife" [link] is about lies, pure and simple. And literally becoming one…Free bird? People always shout this at concerts! I really wouldn't want to attempt it. I'd have to have been on the road for 10 solid years to truly do it any justice.

"Our reflection" [link] is about me in my early years as an actor, waiting backstage in a village hall waiting to go on, a sort of misguided lust for glory. And of course of a girl, if I'd ever be enough for her.

"The key the kite and the lightning" [link] parts 1,2 & 3 and the whole album in fact was pinned around a photographer I fell in love with. I'd written over an album's worth of songs in a very short time, she lived in another city, it was early days, and I longed to be in the state when the sun is rising, still awake, contained, content, totally consumed in her spirit, walking the streets like we were the only people alive. All those songs register in someway longing for that space. It was at this time I came off the pills, and crashed headlong into paranoia and a catatonic malevolence. I still love her a great deal, but my brain was a pinball without the paddles keeping it up. And it was too much to cope with. Nearly killed myself. Instead I got a tattoo. A heart will a scroll but no name.

"Stalk the line" is an ode to Johnny Cash. It's about killing a woman and keeping her around, as if that's completely normal. It's not biographical. Though I wanted to do a music video to it, where I played all parts even the barfly female. Although it's probably distasteful I rate it as one of my funny songs. I hope it evokes that faux Americana that oozes filth like a lanced boil, physically and mentally incapable of love, existing for and through the archetypes of the mass media without any depth, only learned behavior, to commit crimes yet appear completely normal on the surface like a plaid shirt wearing social parasite but handsome, handsome enough that people don't notice the ticks, or the carpet in the back if his car.

"Sideways waltzing" [link] I met someone when our lives sorta spanned into each other, so in turn we span out of each other's lives. I'd stopped and she carried on. The intro is sort of the sweet beginnings, then the guitar seems to cut into it.

"Etiquette regret" is a long story, of first love, my virginity, and again ending with the lust for glory being ultimately pointless and unsatisfying.

Part one Etiquette Regret…In a sense an intro to the other pieces, though it was written without the conscious bounds of it being a 'piece'. A somber almost Parisian instrumental, about the aftermath of me losing my virginity to a girl I didn't care for. She was 21 years old and I was 15; it was a quasi-conquest solely on my part. I'd done almost not to care, not to think it was a big deal, but up till that point although sexually 'active' I'd always remained that I would wait till I was ready. So the music is the fall out, from that, and the byproduct, which i understand now, was losing a girl I wanted to end up with. Who I wouldn't get out of my head for another 15 years later.

Part two Elle Plate [link] Originally written as an instrumental, the words came about a year later. This is the first love. A girl I never told how I felt. We were really close. But, and I have this habit even now, I'm intimidated by women I love. Seems putting women on pedestals is a bad idea, cause you always exist below them ever after. It's the same reason why fighting on horseback is such a good idea. So it's a grieving song really, her moving on, cause I never said I loved her. People are scared to be happy sometimes, especially if they're not used to it.

Part three milestone [link] Milestone is the realization that things would never be the same. Me and a group of friends met in a field in St. Margrets, Hertfordshire, had a few drinks, summer was ending, some friends weren't there and people were already moving on. The girl in the piece is a mixture of all the women I knew at that point, all the women I loved, I'm still not sure if any of them have heard it. They gave me my heart. And I gave as much as I could. But regret deeply not telling them and showing them the depths of my feelings for them.

Part four evermore…How pathetic my lust for glory felt. Everybody has so much in common, it's amazing how the desire to be more puts us at odds with each other? From a young age, I'd not liked talking, and wish I'd not said things or spoken up. Words got twisted, I got bitter, and by the end it gave me a dogmatic focus but that also meant I still lived in the "let it be but don't let it back in" mentality of once bitten twice will never happen. Now I'm much more passive, I hate confrontation. I used to have the rage of the world inside of me when things got rotten. In a sense it's like what's said about politicians, people who want power should never be allowed to have it. And I never had it. Cause there are points where my mind was so destructive it was only by doing nothing the urge passed. The storm in my head. Next life I'm gonna ride the wave with a sledge hammer and see how they like it! Be strong, believe you're worth a good life. I change gear and lanes just to stay sane. I don't wanna stop or turn around, facing regret isn't easy. I wish I could, but that's life. It's not healthy to rake over things, unless you have a zen garden. Learn the nature of things, rather than deny nurture.

Of course there have been variations and rearrangements, of part one, and an unlisted piece 'Isaac Adam eve and me." that for now at least will remain that way. But that's mostly it, knowing apart from the exact events, ladies names, and the aspect of their infinite beauty. That would be a hard thing ever to capture. I'm just grateful for their love.

Or to put it another way: To love them when I did.

So now you are in a band again, Hot Japanese Girl. [link] What are the other guys like? Are their specific roles everyone has settled into, or are things more on the frenetic pirouette side? Has the energy of doing live shows again and sharing a vision been something that carries you? And was there a real Hot Japanese Girl?

Dave 'Face' Lankester, (aside from looking like Face from the A-team) is a very left field thinker, when he thinks outside the box he sort of decorates the box in wrestling, comics, robots and dinosaurs. He has this lust for life that's very rare. On one hand he's a debonair, on the other he's like a child whose stabilizers are off, so he's just popping wheelies every chance he gets. His background is in film which is how I know him. He just has this really odd Devo meets Adventure Time level of ideas. So the new tracks are taking some weird turns.

Jay 'Jaygatron' Evans is a powerhouse drummer. Very much the iconic rock drummer. Long curly hair, and goatee. I met him whilst playing a solo show at his venue. Which is sadly now closed. We'd bonded over that he's from near where my Mum's from in Scotland. He plays left handed, cause his uncle taught him that way round. He's a very kind, funny, liberated and just a brilliant guy. Loves Kung-fu movies. He's constantly destroying his snare drum.

To my knowledge there was never a Hot Japanese Girl. We had intended to invent a back story where me and Dave met in Tokyo after a bar brawl, fighting over the same woman. But then we realized if people believed it, it might slow up travel visas. So we opted for various stories of how. There tends to be a new one every interview. We've had 3 guitarists along the way. Ricky Fiasco, Graham Williams and Matt 'Butch' Reynolds. Ricky and Graham both left for personal reasons, but we're still really good friends, and Matt plays with a band on the same label as us called Baby Godzilla. So his commitments will always be with his baby, as it should be. We're looking to tour over the summer which will be great. I hate coming back off the road. At the end of every away gig I beg the band just to keep going. I always wanted to live on the road, wake up under a new sky. And the summer of 2012 will fulfill a large part of my appetite. And boy I'm hungry for it!

So with Hot Japanese Girl ready to storm the gates of Damascus, and with some production art gigs also creeping up, where else would you like to see yourself going in the years to come? And thank you for chatting with us, Ali. We've traded email for some years now, [link] and even a package swap oncet, but I am happy that you are the very first interviewee for the Lottery Party. May your candles continue to burn brightly!

I'm always torn between California and Canada. I long for peace and quite, as much as crave the self destructive beast of LA, and making my mark. So far as what's in the diary, in September I'm studying animation, and taking a step back from music, unless of course something breaks. There's a few long term projects I've been baulking on, so them if I can. I'm hoping to form an alias and go incognito for a while in music, purely instrumental stuff. Sometimes lyrics muddy the exploring, they define things too greatly, and I feel the need to be free, to free myself really, and just find a nice spot and sit.

Honestly, thank you for having me on The Lottery Party. Means a lot to know my work is still appreciated, especially in uncertain times for me.

For more Ali, check out his official website: [link]
Verse: Download/Reboot/Database/Game Over
Date: May 28, 2013 (edited on 28&29)

Full Name: Aurora Novacaine Storkey Cajou
Pronunciation: Ah-roar-ruh No-voe-cane store-key Cah(like cat without the t)-show
Nickname/Alias: Nova
Meaning: Aurora: Dawn/Aurora Borealis Novocaine: A medicine used in surgery, childbirth, or other procedures to induce numbness/a type of anesthesia Storkey: Last name derived from Ringo Starr's real last name "Starkey" Cajou: Taken from her virtual base.
Origin: Nova's name comes from the Northern lights that were seen on the night of her birth, the drug used to numb her mother during childbirth, and Cajou is last name taken from a virtual base in the Dolenet world. Storkey is her birth name.
Title: Queen of Dolenopia/Queen of Pepperland
Pet Name: Noves, Pepper, Frodis
ID Number: 0013 or 01
Signature: Signature to be added later

Gender: Female
Gender Role: Nova is a balance between feminine and masculine, often teeter-tottering over the edge on both sides at random times.
Orientation: Pansexual (leaning towards females)
Real Age: 13-14 (Download) 14-15 (Reboot) 15-16 (Database) 16-20 (Game Over)
Age Appearance: Nova appears around her age, but in Game Over, she looks 18 when she hits 20.
Birthday: December 3rd
Deathday: Many deathdays
Birthplace: Nova was born in central Louisiana. In the Dolenet world, she is born in the Cajouh tribe which is south of central Dolenopia.
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Zodiac Sign: Tiger
*Birth Sign: Sign of the Supernova

Immediate Family: Nova's immediate family in the real world are her foster mom, foster dad, and her twin brother Nano.
Distant Family: Nova's distant family is unknown.
Parenting: Nova was raised well when she was young but when her dad became abusive, Nano and Nova were moved to a foster family. Life was smooth with little bumps.
Upbringing: Nova was raised to be a proper and polite girl but when she was moved to a different home, she abandoned that and became rather shy and introverted.
Infancy: Nova was nurtured as a child and cared for nicely.
Childhood: Due to Nova's rare pigment as an albino, it was hard to get through her childhood without bullying.
Adolescence: Nova went through middle school with tons of bullying and issues. She did not get to finish middle school or high school due to Universal Time Bomb's virus taking her into the Dolenet.
Adulthood: In Game Over, Nova and her friends have beaten the Universal Time Bomb and are back in their hometowns. Nova's life is easier and better. She gets a job as a DJ and lives life smoothly.
Coming of Age: Nova matured around the age of 13 during the first few months of UTB.
Evolution: Nova became more stable and happy and free minded. She wasn't introverted and became more open as years passed.

Species: Human
Ethnicity: Nova is Caucasian.
Blood Type: Presumed to be O, O- or O+
Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous but prefers right.
Facial Type: Oval/Heart mix.
Eye Color: In human, reddish purple (albino).
Hair Color: In human, white (albino).
Hairstyle: In a scene-like hairstyle that covers both eyes and is parted to the right. Hair goes to the end of breasts (Download/Game Oer) middle of back (Download/Reboot) hips (Reboot/Database) and knees (Database/Game Over).
Skin Tone: Very light ivory (milky white)
Complexion: Freckles all over (especially shoulders and cheeks), small pores
Makeup: Doesn't wear makeup unless it's for special occasions.
Body Type: Ectomorph
Build: Long legs, slender body, thin arms with medium sized thighs and small/medium calves. Spine, front of pelvic bone, and last ribs can be seen.
Height: Varies between 5'0-5'4 as series progresses.
Weight: Ranges between 80-120 depending on areas in time.
Cup Size: A (Download/Reboot) B (Reboot/Database) C (Database/Game Over)
Facial Hair: None
Shoe Size: 6-8 varying
Birthmarks/scars: Multiple scars on thighs and inside of arms. Birthmark on ankle. Scar on back of right calf, inside right ankle, Scar under left breast, scar on upper left thigh, etc. During the progressing of UTB, Nova collects many more scars on her arms, chest, and back as well as a long scar under her right eye.
Distinguishing Features: Nova's eyes stand out since most albinos have light pink or blue eyes and she has bright reddish purple.

Health: Nova is in between healthy and underweight for most of the series and later becomes healthy in Game Over.
Energy: Nova doesn't have much energy due to being unhealthy, but she can do a lot.
Memory: Nova can remember every single detail of every moment of her life and it often haunts her. When UTB is over, she is the only person to remember the series of events in the game since she was the one who started playing on Dolenopia.
Senses: Nova's sense of touch or smell is better than her sight and hearing.
Allergies: Nova is allergic to way too many things.
Handicaps: In the first two series, Nova is fine with minor breaking of bones and such. In Database, Nova suffers a near-paralyzation state when she's attacked by The Ringleader. She recovers and then suffers from a torn off leg in Game Over as the game ends. She returns to the real world with an artificial leg from the foot to her hip.
Medication: Nova goes off and on to depression medication, but when the group enters the Dolenet, she loses all medication. In Game Over, she gets back on the medicine and shows improvement.
Phobias: Heights, excessive blood/gore, small spaces, thunder, drowning, water where she can't stand on the ground/touch the bottom, injections.
Addictions: Nova is addicted to self-harming in a variety of ways. In Reboot, she almost becomes addicted to drinking when they are lost in the Trench.
Mental Disorders: Chronic/Manic Depression, possible sociopathic tendencies.

Style: Style isn't really labeled. Wears baggy sweaters or jackets and tight fitting skinny jeans are main points of her fashion sense.
Mode of Dress: Nova never wears a belt. She always bunny ear ties her shoelaces and always puts on her clothes before doing her hair. Nova never tucks in shirts.
Grooming: Nova's grooming is in the middle of messy and well-kept.
Posture: Nova slouches a lot, effectively taking off 1-3 inches of her real height. She will often attempt to straighten her back, only to get pain.
Gait: Nova walks rather fast, often looking like she has to be somewhere in a hurry but isn't running. She takes big strides but will slow down and walk smaller as the day progresses.
Coordination: Nova's reflexes are about average. She's slow to grabbing falling things, but quick to block a blow. Her body leans slightly to the left so she often hits a little close to the right.
Habits and Mannerisms: Nova bites her nails occasionally and mostly bites her lip. She has random spasms during Waiting for Tomorrow/Kiss me, I'm dying but it dies down halfway through the second series.
Scent: Nova (According to some people) smells like apples and french vanilla. Others claim strawberries and watermelon. All around, she smells rather nice.

Mood: Nova is mostly apathetic or tired.
Attitude: Nova's attitude towards others is often a bit rude or cold to test if they'll just leave or not care. If they don't care, she's immediately a sweet heart, knowing they'll be able to deal with her emotional trouble.
Stability: Nova isn't very stable, often having break downs but medicine helps with this. After losing the medicine, Nova becomes snappy and distant, ending up going psychotic and killing 5 members of the group before she's calmed down.
Expressiveness: Nova hides her emotions behind a happy veil.
When Happy: Smiles a whole lot and often spasms out with hands or shakes.
When Depressed: Fakes everything, lays on bed doing nothing, scrolls Tumblr mindlessly, doesn't care or eat or anything.
When Angry: Screams, cries and self-harms.
***Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.***

Current Residence: In the very beginning, Nova lives in a nice large house with her foster family and brother. In the rest of the series, Nova lives in the Dolenet in the Cajouh tribe before meeting up with the other players.
Community: The general population is kind, pretty enthusiastic, and often has parades and parties for no reason.
Family: Nova has her parents and twin brother.
Friends: Nova starts UTB with three friends and later meets 6 more people to create a total of 10.
Enemies: Nova and Venus don't get along very well. She also tends to argue with Ganaraj.
Bosses: Answers to no one.
Followers: 400+ on Tumblr
Heroes: Looks up to no one but her friends.
Rivals: Doesn't compete.
Relates to: Nano is her twin brother who relates closely to her.
Pets/Familiars: In UTB, Nova owns a creature called a Pheros (named Kida) which are like mini lizards or dragons but instead of legs, they have fluffy wings and their tails have feathers on the tip.

Wardrobe: Nova mostly has long-sleeved t-shirts, turtlenecks, sweaters, etc and jeans. She doesn't have many girly items in the closet except for a few skirts and dresses.
Equipment: Nova carries around CDS (kept on pouches on her thighs) which can expand into a record-sized disk. She can spin these at high speeds and fling them, using them as saws or blades.
Accessories: Nova doesn't get any accessories until Game Over, where she gets a tattoo on the back of her neck that says "Game Over" and a tattoo on her right wrist that says "Dolenopia"
Trinkets: Nova sometimes brings around a rabbit's foot which she keeps on her belt loop. She later loses this trinket in Reboot but finds it again later.
Funds: Nova carries $50 as they enter UTB, only to find out it's useless.
Home: Nova's foster home is large with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen. In Game Over, she purchases a house like this one, but with a large backyard.
Neighborhood: Nova lives in the country so there aren't many houses or people.
Transportation: Nova goes on foot in UTB but purchases a car in Game Over.
License Plate Number: Nova's license plate is originally "NQC 504" but it is stolen and she replaces it with ANSC0013.
Collections: Nova hoards old coins. So far, the oldest coin she has is a coin from the Civil War time.
Most valuable possession: Her possessions are all pretty nonvaluable.
Prized Possession: Ring on right hand and anklet.

Lovers: In Download, Nova is seen in a relationship with a girl named Katryna who later verbally abuses Nova to the point Nova dumps her before they leave to go to the Dolenet. In Reboot, Ganaraj is seen having a fancy for Nova and it later reveals she too has feelings for him, despite him dating Venus. In Game Over, Nova is still crushing on Ganaraj and later ends up dating him, only to dump him when he's cheating. She later hooks up with Celeste and keeps a steady relationship.
Marital Status: Taken, Single (Download) Single (Reboot/Database) Taken, Single, Taken (Game Over)
Sex Life: Nova remains a "virgin" until the end of Game Over where she and Celeste are seen walking to the bed room and locking it with a sock on the doorknob.
Type: Mix between Agape and Storgic.
Turn-Ons: Nova is an all around easy to turn on girl, so nothing really stands out.
Turn Offs: Unknown
Position: Sub but sometimes Doms
Plays: Bondage, roleplay, BSDM
Fetishes: Harsh sex is a major fetish but there's nothing better to her than goofy cute sex
Virginity: In the entire series, Nova is only known to have sex once (her first time) but it implies that they might have done it times after that.
Element: Nova's element is unknown, but she seems to imply that it is Time.

Occupation: Nova is in middle school in Download. When they finish UTB in Game Over, she becomes a DJ due to her experience with records.
Work Ethnic: Nova works pretty hard to get as much money as she can in Game Over.
Rank: Nova isn't very high up on the corporate ladder.
Income: Yearly, Nova makes 300,000 a year in Game Over.
Wealth Status: Middle Class?
Experience: Nova has pretty much no experience other than UTB experience.
Organizations/Affiliations: Nova doesn't side with many people.

IQ: Nova's IQ is higher than average, often assumed to be in the genius category.
Education: Nova was always a grade or two higher academically than her other peers.
School: Middle school was easy as pie seeing as how she didn't complete it or high school.
Grade: Nova was in the A and B grade category.
Special Education: Nova got Honor Roll a lot due to being in gifted.
Social Stereotype: Emo, Goth, Punk, etc.
Degrees: Unknown.
Intelligence: Mix between Linguistic, Kinesthetic, and Intrapersonal
Extracurricular Activities: Music and Computer

Religion: Atheist
Morals: Rape, Murder, and other crimes are morally wrong.
Crime Record: Never arrested.
Motivation: Nova is moved by love.
Priorities: Nova places her friends/family first, her community second, and the world third. She comes at the very end of everything.
Philosophy: Nova considers life to be a dumb cycle of be born, spend 16-18 years in school, work for the rest, have babies, die. She considers it bleak and useless and doesn't see the point in living it if you're born to die.
Political Party: Nova doesn't pay attention to politics.
Etiquette: Nova has wonderful etiquette, but does forget a few things or just doesn't care.
Culture: Nova's culture is basic like other white folk, but she follows southern rules a lot.
Influences: People influence Nova to change. So does music.
Relates to: Nova relates to a lot of people, especially her brother and friends.
Traditions: Nova celebrates all holidays, including Christmas, but doesn't get festive. She only celebrates it for the spirit, not the religion.
Superstitions: Nova believes in pretty much every single superstition created.

Main Goal: Nova's main goal in the entire series is to defeat the Ringleader and get out of the Dolenet alive.
Minor Goals/Ambitions: Her minor goals are to make sure everyone leaves the server, including friends they made along the way.
Career: Nova doesn't have a dream job.
Desires: Nova wants to be loved and cared for.
Wishlist: None known.
Accomplishments: She made it to college without dying.
Greatest Achievement: Not failing high school
Biggest Failure: Not saving some of her friends.
Secrets: She's the only person to remember the entire game. She's also the only one who suffers from haunting flashbacks.
Regrets: Giving her first kiss away to a jerk. Playing UTB.
Worries: Failing school, never falling in love, never leaving UTB.
Best Dream: Unknown.
Worst Nightmare: Being hated forever or being stuck in the Dolenet forever
Best Memories: Nova's first time meeting her friends in person.
Worst Memories: Killing her friends.

Hobbies/Interests: Draw, listen to music, practice with records.
Skills/Talents: She's wonderful at DJing and target practice.
Likes: Candy, music, art, playing video games, clocks.
Dislikes: Snobby people, anti-feminists, social castes, UTB, clocks.
Sense of Humor: Witty, Sarcastic, Ironic
Pet Peeves: Constant tapping or leg bouncing. Humming or anything that causes noise.
Superstitions/Beliefs: As stated before, Nova believes in all superstitions. She does believe in aliens as well.
Dreams/Nightmares: Nova often has recurring nightmares of their time in UTB. She has these nightly in Game Over.
Quirks: Nova has a habit of bundling herself up with blankets. She always puts on her clothes before doing her hair. She takes a shower every single day. Nova also brushes her teeth as soon as she is out the shower. Nova runs her hands on poles as she walks past them. Sometimes she trails her nails on the wall too. If she's zoned out, Nova will whisper 'tick tock tick tock' repeatedly.
Savvy: She's savvy with the internet.
Can't understand: Nova can't understand why people are so obsessed with sports or items. It's just an object and it's just a game.
Closet Hobby: Nova secretly likes to pickle mutated animals (2-headed frogs and junk)
Guilty Pleasure: Nova has a guilty pleasure for thigh highs or corsets. She's seen in Game Over at a club in a corset, skirt, and thigh highs, adding the sexuality into it.

Strengths: Nova's very enthusiastic about things, often making her determined to finish whatever she started.
Flaws: Nova's a huge secret keeper. This makes her hard to trust because she might have a deep secret involving someone. She's also extremely cautious about people and refuses to trust people easily. She's also a tad psychotic when they beat UTB.
Perception: She sees the world as a horrible place.
Conflicts: Love and friends often make her want two but she can only have one.
Instincts: Nova's instincts are basic.
Lures: Unknown
Soft Spot: Nova has a soft spot for sob stories or injured people.
Cruel Streak: Nova's cruel streak is when she's PMSing or just in a bad mood. Nothing really sets her off unless people blame her for things.

Powers/Abilities: Nova isn't quite special. However, when a player enters the Dolenet, they are all given an 'element' or an ability to control something. The elements are earth, wind, fire, water, time, space, life, death, dark, and light. They are all chosen at the very start when the player chooses the element that fits them. Each player has a different element. Nova chose time. Due to this, she can flash step anywhere in time as long as she is living during that time (any age), pause time, or clone herself. She must be careful because this can cause paradoxes (and it causes a lot actually) and end up making different universes. If space and time players are together, they can cause a rip which can allow contact to the real world but only for a limited amount of time.
Source: The source is inside of the player's mind and heart. The player is forced to become their element. Nova's heart becomes a clock, and her mind becomes a set of gears. This remains when she enters the real world, as her wish was for everyone to forget and be normal. Sadly, it did not apply to her.
Ability: Nova shows improvement as time goes on, learning to control and use her powers for good.
Weaknesses: Nova's weaknesses are mostly psychological. She forever hears a constant 'tick tock tick tock' in her head over and over. Her heart still pumps blood, but she has no pulse. The pulse is a constant 'tick tock' as well. In Reboot, it is shown that she needs "surgery" at least once a month to make sure the gears are working properly. Overuse of the clock can make the gears rust. If the gears stock moving and the clock stops ticking, she will die.
Immunities: Luckily, Nova is able to skip to different times and universes as long as she is alive in that time. She can also stop time for certain people or objects, making it easy for her friends to fight. She can not hold this for more than 5 minutes. It takes a 10 minute cooldown.
Restrictions: As said above, Nova can not stop time for more than 5 minutes. It takes 10 minutes to cooldown her gears. If she uses it too much, the gears will rust and stop, killing her.
Alternate Forms: Nova has no alternate forms.
Extra Anatomy: Nova's heart and brain are now completely clockwork. Her veins are metal, but she still bleeds since the metal is thin. After the game ends and she returns to the real world, get receives a fully robotic right leg.

Favorite Colors: Black, Purple, Green
Favorite Animals: Unknown?
Favorite Mythological Creatures: Harpies, Sphynx, Were-people, Mermaids, Cyborgs.
Favorite Places: Unknown
Favorite Landmarks: Unknown
Favorite Flavors: Vanilla, strawberry, watermelon, apple, lots of fruit.
Favorite Foods: Nova adores all candies/sweets.
Favorite Drinks: Sweet things
Favorite Characters: Hazel or Augustus from "The Fault In Our Stars" by John Green
Favorite Genre: Romance or Comedy
Favorite Books: The Fault in Our Stars, Looking for Alaska, Paper Towns, Abundance of Katherines, etc.
Favorite Movies: Unknown
Favorite Games: Pacman, Minecraft, American Mggee's Alice, Amnesia
Favorite Shows: Unknown
Favorite Music: The Beatles, The Monkees, The Eagles, Skrillex, Daft Punk, Deadmau5 (pretty much hard bass drops or soft old music)
Favorite Bands: See above
Favorite Songs: Take A Giant Step-The Monkees
Favorite Sports: Unknown
Favorite Stores: Unknown
Favorite Subjects: Language Arts/English
Favorite Numbers: 13, 666, 8
Favorite Websites: Tumblr
Favorite Words: Unknown
Favorite Quotations: Unknown

Least Favorite Colors: Beige, Cream
Least Favorite Animals: Humans
Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Unknown
Least Favorite Places: Unknown
Least Favorite Landmarks: Unknown
Least Favorite Flavors: Pineapple, Kiwi,
Least Favorite Foods: Pineapples, Kiwis, Lasagna, Hot Dog/Corn Dog wieners
Least Favorite Drinks: Tea, Coffee
Least Favorite Characters: Unknown
Least Favorite Genre: Unknown
Least Favorite Books: Unknown
Least Favorite Movies: Cliche romance, Action
Least Favorite Games: Unknown
Least Favorite Shows: Glee, Days of Our Lives
Least Favorite Music: most mainstream music
Least Favorite Bands: Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj, Taylor Swift
Least Favorite Songs: Unknown
Least Favorite Sports: Most sports
Least Favorite Stores: Ambercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, Aeropostal
Least Favorite Subjects: Math
Least Favorite Numbers: 7, 01, 0013
Least Favorite Websites: Unknown
Least Favorite Words: Unknown
Least Favorite Quotations: Unknown

Languages: Nova speaks fluent English, fluent Russian, choppy German, and very choppy Indian.
Accent: Nova has a slight Southern accent when she's not hiding it. Sometimes, if she talks to people with an accent, she accidentally and slowly mimics them. It goes away when she realizes.
Voice: Nova's voice is around the middle, going up and down randomly in her voice.
Speech Impediments: Nova stutters a bit and often takes pauses to think over her choice of words.
Greetings and Farewells: Nova often says hello as "Hey" or "Yo." She says goodbye as "Bye" or "Ok see ya."
State of Mind: "Well I'm alright I guess."
Compliment: "You're one of the smartest people I've ever met."
Insult: "And I guess that explains why you're so desperate, you banged a cat, right?"
Expletive: "FUCK!"
Laughter: Nova laughs around 3 times, takes a breath of air, laughs, and sometimes she lets out a snort if she's laughing too hard.
Tag Line: "Uh" or "Um"
Signature Quote: "Fuck fuck help call life alert!"

Reputation: Nova has an ok reputation around people, some thinking of her as a scene freak, others as a sweetheart.
First Impressions: If I personally met Nova, I'd be flabbergasted at her hair color, seeing as how I've only glanced at an albino before. I'm sure I'd find her nice.
Stranger Impressions: They'd probably assume Nova is a stuck-up girl or a mary sue. Never sure what people would imagine.
Friendly Impressions: Nova's friends see her as a nice person with a good sense of humor.
Enemy Impressions: Venus often calls Nova a "disgusting scene whore" or "bitch from hell"
Familiar Impressions: Nano sees his sister as a beautiful and amazing girl.
Compliments: I'm sure people would say she has a heart of gold and she's a great listener and advice giver.
Insults: People would definitely call Nova a whore, bitch, dumbass, etc. as a way to help themselves hit someone who's already down.
Self-Impression: Nova considers herself as a disgusting thing. She doesn't like her looks or personality or anything about herself.

MBTI Personality Type: ISFP
Temperament: Melancholic?
Enneagram: The Peacemaker
Ego/Superego/Id: Unknown?
The Self: Nova's center is a lonely person seeking love and affection.
The Shadow: Unknown???
The Anima/Animus: Unknown???
Persona/Mask: Nova's mask is a happy-go-lucky girl.

Role: Nova's role is to kind of help the reader get into the story. Her role in the story is leader of Group 1 and main protagonist.
Fulfillment: She fills the role pretty nicely.
Significance: Honestly, she doesn't have any significance. She's one in 7 billion.
Alignment: Neutral
Comparison: You can compare Nova to a mother. She's caring and loving and quick to embrace those who need it.
Symbol: Nova's symbol is a swirl-like thing with 5 points. Each swirl is a different color. The colors are red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. It can also be drawn in black or with 7 points, all a color of the rainbow. Another symbol is "RN" in one long move. Another is a gear with a swirl in the middle. The gear drips rainbow colors.
Song: Take A Giant Step- The Monkees or Blackbird-The Beatles
Vice: Envy
Virtue: Kindess
Defining Moment: Nova's defining moment is when she meets her friends. Nova finally opens herself up to someone and finally becomes her own person and not a cold pliable shell.
Tropes: Nova is cliche as a character with a weird/sad past who gets powers.
Originality: Nova is different mostly because of the random things that define who she is.
One Word: Demure

Character Sheet © Character-Resource
When my eyes opened for the first time I saw my Mom smiling down on me and admiring me for no reason. That went on for a very long time, but things changed soon. It all started when my Dad was fired from his State Alchemist job when I was five years of age and my brother was seven. We moved to a tiny house in the woods where my mom taught us weaponry and auto-mail. While my dad taught me alchemy.

"When I was a State Alchemist I was called The Heavy Wind Alchemist. Promise me if you become a dog of the military you'll show them your better than your old man." Dad ordered with a firm look. His eyes were ice blue like mine and had the same silver hair I have.

I looked up to him with a smile. "Will they turn me into a doggie? WOOF!" I chirped loudly.

He chuckled and lifted me too where my legs wrapped around his waist. "Athena." His tone went serious and hard. "Don't trust the person who loves you... They... They change my dear. They always do."

I tilted my head curiously. "What do you mean Daddy?"

He looked up and pressed his lips into a thin straight line. "Nothing, nothing my dear. Come on my little angel, lets practice more Alchemy. You've become a pro, so we're gonna try Alchemy without a transmution circle." He stated setting me down. "Now you must turn that pile of dirt into a pile of snow. Give it a shot."

"But... But Daddy... That's rare for an Alchemist at my valor to use alchemy without a transmution circle. I won't be able to use alchemy without a circle." I trembled in fear and desperation.

"Just try it. Just once, for me." He begged. "For your ol' man."

I gulped clapping my hands together and setting them in the dirt. I shut my eyes and surged my energy to my fingertips. My hands dug into the ground shaking furiously Fist fulls of dirt and roots crowded my skin and went into my finger nails.

"Come on Athena! Do it!" My dad screamed annoyed.

"I'm trying Daddy! I really am!" I complained. "But it's hard!"

He lifted me up by my wrist and stared at me coldly. "Try harder then!"

"I can't!" I sobbed.

Then he raised his hand and slammed it against my cheek throwing my head back. I looked back to him with a look of disappointment on his face. He was glaring at me with shame in his eyes.

"Then you don't deserve alchemy." He hissed lowly.

Tears went down my cheeks and I stormed into the house screaming Mom's name. She came out of the kitchen with a stunned look. I ran into her giving her a hug and sobbing loudly. "Athena... What's wrong?" Mom asked.

I sniffled looking up to her. "Daddy..."

"What about Daddy, dear?" Mom asked timidly.

"He hit me..." I whimpered sadly.

Then the arguments started. Kaley, Smith, and I were forced to choose sides. Smith and Kaley followed my mom, while I stayed in between. I refused to choose between the two. They always bribed me but I rejected them. Instead I kept myself in the study reading and practicing alchemy with Kaley. But then the day came...

Smith- 7

Kaley- 5

Athena- 5

Smith, Kaley, and I raced to the house from school like normal. Smith was ahead throwing his backpack behind him. Kaley caught the bag making extra weight throw her off. I made a transmutation circle in the ground and made ice come from under Smith. He slipped and fell making Kaley soon slip and fall. "No fair! You cheated!" Kaley exclaimed.

"You guys never said that I couldn't use alchemy!" I countered sprinting to the house and storming through the door. "YES! I win! Finally!" I screamed. I looked around and saw my parents no where in sight. "Mommy? Daddy?" I asked questioningly My head whipped all over the room until I saw a puddle of blood. My eyes widen when I saw my mom laying dead on the ground with stab wounds all over.

I stood frozen with my feet glued to the ground staring at the scene before me. I trembled and shook before collapsing on the ground crying. I heard footsteps near me from ahead. I looked up and saw my Dad staring at me in shock with blood on his hands. "Athena... Your home." He shuddered stunned.

"Daddy..." I whispered sadly scared. He then ran away from me. I stood up and chased him around the house screaming his name.

When I found him in the bedroom he was sitting out the window staring at me with regret. Then I noticed he had a rope around his neck and the other side was tied to the bed frame. "I'm sorry baby girl." He whispered sadly.

As he jumped out the window I quickly untied the rope from the frame sending the rope crawling out the window. In the distance Dad was sprinting away with the rope following him not far behind. "Daddy! Wait!" I screamed leaning out the window. "Where you going? Daddy!" I screamed. "Daddy!"

He abandoned us after our Mom's death. I didn't know if she killed herself or if Daddy killed her, but I was scared to find out. Smith, Kaley, and I all lived in the same roof. Kaley left her own home to stay with me. Smith started to make weapons and hunted in the forest at age eight and became very strong and good at his work. Kaley was in charge of a garden and cooking. I was in charge of getting money for clothes and ect. But if you think it couldn't have gotten worse then you were wrong. In fact this was the cream of the crop...

Smith- 10

Kaley- 8

Athena- 8

I awoke and saw white puffs flying outside the window. I gasped and ran to the window leaning my head against the window. It was snowing with about 4 inches of snow. Kaley was staring at her garden in disappointment and sadness. I then put on my jacket and walked outside. "Kaley? What's wrong?" I asked stuffing my hands in my jacket.

"My garden Athena, it's ruined. Stupid snow!" She screamed kicking the snow under her feet.

I looked up with a smile. I had an idea. "Kaley get a seed and some dirt." I ordered as I knelled and started making a trasmution circle.

"What are you doing? Are you using Alchemy?" She asked throwing the stuff on the ground.

"Yeah. I wanted to help you with alchemy. Just watch, this is an example." I started as I clapped my hands together. Then I set them on the ground making light appear in front of me in a perfect circle.

After a split second a carrot was left in the circle on the snow. "And that is how you make a carrot!" I exclaimed bowing theatrically.

Kaley grabbed it with a smile. "Don't you need to make a delivery to Aunt Clara?" I heard Smith ask sternly.

I gasped and turned to the direction of the sound. It was my big brother Smith with a look my dad used to give me when he said he was proud. Even when it did look like he was going to unleash hell on me. "Oh yeah. I forgot. Just hand me the old paper work and I'll be on my way." I chirped happily.

He smirked and pulled out the papers. "Okay, Athena. The train leaves in 30 minutes. If you hurry then you can get there in 10 minutes." He stated walking to me and handing the papers to me.

I smiled. "Fair enough."

Then he pulled me into a hug. The first time he hugged me in a year. "Be careful. She'll meet you in Resembool. I'll see you in a week."

I sat stunned before hugging him back. "Okay Smith."

'Only 4 more miles to Resembool!' I raised my head from the book to look around the cart but shook my head and went back to the book. The book was Old myths and Legends.

"Huh... The Philosopher's stone. I might save this page." I replied folding a corner of the page. I closed the book and stared out the window. The trees were going by faster and faster by every second. I groaned and looked down to my bag. It was full of paper and books. Before I could manage to get my next book the door busted next to me. I shot my head to the noise and saw a man with a black hood on.

"Everybody stay where you are! This is an ambush!" The man screamed. I shook and clenched the arm rests holding my breath. "This train will crash! Whoever survives this ambush will be assassinated " He screamed making everyone shriek. I gulped looked down. Then I felt eyes on me. "Even the young ones." Then there was a rumble. This made my head shoot up before there was a sharp turn sending my head against the glass.

When I awoke I felt a sharp pain on my right arm. I looked at it and saw it was stuck in a wheel of the train, turned ash black, bones sticking out, glass, blood, everything. I grabbed my shoulder and started to slowly pull my arm out making a scream of agony come out my throat. I held my arm crying in pain. "Did you hear that?" I heard some one nearby ask. I gasped and started to sprint in the direction of Resembool. I forgot about the assassins completely. "There's a survivor!

Get her!" A man screamed shooting at me furiously. As I ran I felt a bullet dig into my bad arm and grazed the side of my head at the same time. That one made me scream louder and run faster.

I groaned tiredly wanting to stop this but knowing I can't. I maybe I should let them get me. If I don't then they'll kill me later, and possibly someone who doesn't deserve it. Why did I even survive? Why? Why!? I grabbed a sharp rusted piece of metal and flung it at a man chasing after me. It spined in the air before cutting clean through his leg. The man screamed and cried in pain as the other men stopped and helped him up. "This isn't over!" One of the men screamed as I continued to sprint and without looking back.

I then stopped after a while breathing and heaving with breath. I was hunched over gasping for air non stop. I looked up and saw a woman with chocolate brown hair and ice blue eyes staring in the distance with a impatient look on her face. I then remembered it was Aunt Clara.

I gasped. "Aunt Clara!" The voice came out torn and in a whisper. I looked down and cleared my throat quietly. "Aunt Clara!" I screamed louder then I've ever screamed. I looked behind me still seeing the smoke flying in the sky. I turned back and saw Aunt Clara in utter shock.

"Athena!" She shrieked running to me. "What happened?" Her tone was abnormal than usual. Normally it's calm and rough, but now it's full of fear and adrenaline.

I cringed and grabbed my crusted skin hearing a loud crunch. If I tell Aunt Clara the truth she'll get put into this too. She could be killed as well. I can't really tell her. "Some kids were playing on the train tracks and the conductor tried to stop." I lied. "I got your delivery Aunt Clara." I handed her the bag with shaking hands.

She stared at me in shock, horror and utter confusion. Dropping the bag ignoring the contents of it and putting her hand on my shoulder. "Athena, your lucky I'm a doctor and the doctor says your arm needs to be..." She trailed off swallowing loudly. "amputated. And quickly." She muttered looking down in tears. I tilted my head to the side like a puppy with confusion. She sighed sadly knowing how to define it already. "Amputation means to have a limb... Removed. In your case, your arm."

I gasped and tore away from her calm grasp with fear. "You can't just get rid of my arm! I need it for alchemy!" I exclaimed in terror. I can't just use alchemy with one arm, it won't work!

Clara looked up crossing her arms over her chest biting her bottom lip nervously. "Damn, you really are Marcus's daughter." She gritted agitated. "What to do... What to do..." She looked down thinking carefully. I dropped on my knees clenching my arm tightly feeling very light headed. "Okay Athena, I have a crazy idea." Clara replied lifting me up and running in town. "Your not gonna die on me, not tonight!" She started to sprint furiously huffing for breath stopping to adjust her grip on me.

She stopped running, and dropped on her knees. "We're... We're here." She breathed out.

I looked up to her feeling tears and sweat drop from her chin. "Where are we?" I asked quietly almost like a tiny whisper.

"An auto-mail store... A friend of my mom's can help and get you a metal arm." Clara answered brushing my silver hair out of my face. "So you can still perform alchemy, but it'll take getting used to." She stood up starting to climb up the hill and on a porch. Clara bit her lip nervously before kicking the door softly. Her hands shook and her teeth clattered fearfully. A bright light came into my vision partially blinding me. Clara was now sobbing an full of tears. "Please... Please help her... I'll pay you anything just please..." She begged with tears weighing her voice.

I felt four pairs of eyes on me staring at me in horror and shock. "Come on in." A elderly voice spoke firmly.

Clara nodded and walked in. "Thank you so much." She whispered. "There was a train accident and as far as she knows she's the only one that survived. I'm Clara Black, and this is my niece Athena."

"I'm Pinako." The elderly woman answered. "This is my grand daughter Winry. These two are Edward and Alphonse."

Clara looked around with a confused look. "Is there an extra room I can use for her?"

"Yes. Put her in there."

Kaley's POV

"Dinner was good Kaley. Thank you." Smith replied patting his belly happily. He then opened a

brown leather book and searched through the contents. He chuckled with a snicker.

I grabbed the book and search the page quickly. "Your reading Athena's diary!" I exclaimed.

"It's the best book I've ever read! Even if I don't get half of the words!" He defended grabbing the book out of my hand. "Must be alchemy."

"Must be considering I understood all of those words." I mused crossing my arms over my chest. I looked down shaking my head. "It's scary how much I'm like your mom."

"Yeah..." Smith trailed off. "I guess that's what I really like about you. Usually boys my age say that girls are the scariest thing we can encounter but I really don't believe that one."

I smiled shooting my chin up and cocking my head to get the hair out of my face. "Thanks Smith, but I'm to young for you. Get a girl your age man!" I exclaimed stomping my feet. Before I could say anymore the phone rang. I groaned walking to the ringing monster. "I'll get it." I grabbed the phone and pressed it tight on my ear. "Hello?"

"Kaley?" I heard a familiar female voice ask. She sounded as if she was crying.

"Miss Black? Are you okay, what's wrong?" I asked carefully. I crossed my arm over my chest. "Did Athena ditch you for a library again?"

"Again!? When she gets home I'll-" Smith hissed clenching his fists.

"No, she didn't. There was a train accident and-" Clara sobbed but I stopped her right there.

"Accident? What do you mean train accident and how do you know about it?" I asked sternly.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Smith screamed standing up.

"Athena was the only survivor as far as she knows. She ran the rest of the way to Resembool with a busted arm." She explained with tears.

I started to cry as well tightly digging my nails in the table and phone. "What are you going to do?"

Clara toke a deep breath. "It's really bad... And... It needs be removed, tonight."

"What!?" I screamed.

"So you and Smith need to come to Resembool whenever you can so Smith can help make the Auto-mail." Clara ordered.

"Okay..."

"Hey Kaley... Athena is in good hands... I promise. Now I'll see you tomorrow evening." Clara firmly stated.

"Bye Miss Black..." I whispered setting the phone back on it's stand. I bowed my head sobbing. I met Athena thanks to Smith and she is the first girl who was really my friend. I respect her as my alchemy teacher and as my best friend. Now she's having a fight with death and it's her first fight.

"There was a train accident and Athena's arm needs to be cut off. We have to go!" I sobbed. "This can kill her!"

Athena's POV

I screamed in pain balling my fists in the bed sheet as Clara sawed into my shoulder. "I know Athena, I know. This hurts I know but please bear with me here." Clara cooed covering my mouth with her blood covered hands. "I promise Kaley and Smith will be here by supper tomorrow Okay?" I wiped away tears from my cheeks nodding. "Ready to continue?"

My jaw tightened with eyes dancing with fearful tears. "Yes Aunt Clara."

She nodded and tightly grasped the handles of the saw. While holding her breath she continued to saw through the shoulder. I screamed loudly hearing the blade cutting through my flesh like butter. "Okay Athena, I'm at the tip of the clavicle. It's going to hurt really bad but we're almost done."

Then she rocked the saw back and forth making me scream as the bone started to crack. After what felt like an hour the bone broke. Then she sawed through my arm completely. "Ohh..." She gagged disgusted. "I hate blood, why did I become a doctor?" She grabbed a rag and pressed it on the eternal wound. "There all done. Now if we're careful this won't happen again. Okay?" She asked.

I nodded. "Now, I bet your starving. I'm going to get you something to eat. But if I leave you, you could bleed out. Hmmm..." She trailed off looking up. She gasped and snapped her fingers. "Excuse me, boys! Could you watch over my niece while I go off and get her food and other medical supplies?" She asked kindly.

"Yes ma'am." A voice answered. I turned my head and saw two boys walking in. One had brown eyes and blond hair. The other had gold eyes and blond hair.

"Now, one of you fine young boys has to put this rag and put it on her stump as hard as you can.

The other... Well I don't care what you do as long as my niece comes out alive." Clara replied tiredly. She looked at me and sighed. "I'll be back Athena." Then leaned she down kissing my forehead softly making me cringe at first. Then she stood up and walked past the two boys.

Great I'm stuck with two boys I barely know. I can't even talk to the boys I go to school with and that's just sad! The only guy I can talk to is my brother but he doesn't even count! I'm in the dog house alright. "Hi... I'm Athena..." I whispered quietly.

"I'm Edward and this is my younger brother Alphonse." The golden eyed one replied with a smirk.

I rose an eyebrow. "How? He's so much bigger than you..." Edward scowled. My eyes went wide. "But that might be due to the blood loss! It makes you see stuff you know." I ranted. "Hehe..."

See? Can't talk to guys to save my life. Alphonse grabbed the wet rag and pressed it on my stump with pressure. I winced tangling my hand in the sheet. "Hey Ed. There's a thick book on alchemy in my bag, can you get it for me?" I asked timidly.

"Alchemy?" Ed asked stunned.

'Great here it comes. Call me a dork and I'll jump out of this bed and simply kick your butt for an hour.' I hissed in my head looking down and glaring at the ground. I looked back up and saw Edward reading the book instead. I stared at the wall with a scowl. 'Great... Now he's reading it instead... But doesn't that mean he knows about Alchemy?' "Edward? Alphonse? Do you two know about alchemy?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah. We have for a while." Alphonse answered.

"Oh... Well that book has everything you need to know about Alchemy. From the most simple to the most forbidden use of alchemy." I acknowledged. But Edward still had his nose in the book. I smiled and looked down. 'Great, there's a new me. Once you get your hands on an alchemy book there's no way out.'

The next day

When I opened my eyes I saw the ceiling staring down on me. The birds outside chirped taunting me. My stump was wrapped in bandages that started to change into a dark red. I turned to the corner closest to me and saw Edward reading the book there. Literally half way through the book. I kicked the covers off me and started to climb out of the bed. I'm hungry, tired, I want fresh air, and I really want to kill those birds for laughing at me.

I set my feet on the freezing cold ground making me shiver silently. "Easy Athena." Edward started. I heard him stand up.

I turned to him. "I'll be fine. Unless you want to help." He stared at me stunned and totally confused. I sighed. "It's a girl's way of asking you for help... I guess..."

He walked to me and grabbed my wrist. I shivered as his cool yet warm grasp. "Okay, you ready?"

I toke in a breath and nodded. "Yeah I guess..." I whispered. We then stood up making me stumble for a second. "So... You from here?" 'I'm not very good at this.'

"Yeah. My brother and I have lived here for our whole lives. Where are you from?" Edward asked leading me to the door.

"I'm not sure. I live in a cabin my Dad made a long time ago. He left my brother and I after our mom died. He tried to kill himself but when I saved him he ran away... And never saw him again." I spoke with grim. Then I toke a mis-step making me fall to the side bringing weight down on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw Edward just as stunned as me.

"Hey Athena! Your big brother is here to see-" I heard Smith boom then stop frozen at the sight of Edward on top of his younger sister, AKA me. Smith went pale while Edward and I quickly got far away from each other blushing beat red. We then started to rant about what happened while Smith stood pale and jaw dropped on the ground.

Later

"So you were just helping her walk and she just fell?" Smith asked raising an eyebrow.

"We've both explained it a thousand times. I thought that our sides of the story was proof enough." Edward grumbled crossing his arms over his chest in that corner still blushing beat red.

"Okay... I'm just making sure... Well I came here to see how my sister was doing and to help make the auto-mail I've studied it myself thanks to my mom for making me take interest in this activity." Smith stated standing up dusting himself. "Well gotta get to work! See ya!" Smith chirped running out.

Edward and I sat in awkward silence not even glancing at each other. We turned to each other then quickly turned away blushing madly. "Okay..." I broke the ice. "I guess I'm not ready to walk yet... Not until I get my new arm." I muttered playing with my hair. "When I am... I won't fall and bring you down with me..."

"It's fine Athena. Just give it time..." Edward replied.

I turned to him and smiled. "Thank you, Ed."

And that was to be honest the best few days of my life. Winry, Smith, and I became good friends due to our wide knowledge of auto-mail Well mostly Winry and Smith. Alphonse and Kaley just instantly clicked and became best pals with too many similarity's. Edward and I became really good friends which was rare for me to have. I don't break out of my shell to easily how did he manage to get through? Of course Smith had his concerns even if we're eight years old. What a dork. When I finally got my auto-mail I had to know the feeling of farewells. I had to say goodbye to Winry, Edward, and Alphonse. I had to leave and I hate it.

I stared at my metal arm feeling it's cold surface. "Here." I heard a voice reply.

I looked up and saw Edward extending the book too me. I smiled knowing I was going to regret this. "No, you can keep it." Ed gave me a confused look. "Consider it as a thank you gift. For a few things. One helping me out, two for being my friend, and three for calling my brother a dork and living to tell the tale." I listed with a smile and a chuckle. "Ed, I'm thinking about becoming a State Alchemist."

Ed pulled the book between his arm and side and sighed. "Athena, if you can perform alchemy as well as you showed me and taught Kaley then you can get in. Is this about your promise to your dad?"

I looked down. "I don't know... Might be... If I get in then I might understand. He left me, why should I continue keeping his promises even when he left me behind?" I asked feeling eyes well up in my eyes. "I don't even know how my mom died. I came home and she was dead. I'm not sure if he killed her or she did it herself!" I muttered pulling over my knees over my chest.

"I see now... You push people away because your scared that you'll lose them when you get close." Edward summarized.

"Yeah... It's like the sun... If you get close enough you'll just burn up. Always remember that. It's just like Alchemy. You try to do something risky and you could pay for it yourself instead of getting what you want." I mused putting my head on my knees. Then the mattress under me sunk making me now know Ed was next to me. Then he brought me into a hug making me stunned. I stood frozen feeling my cheeks burn up like fire. Then I wrapped my arms around him like he did with me. "Thank you Ed."

And that was the last conversation Edward and I really had. But at least he helped me make up my mind. Clara, Smith, Kaley, and I all sat in the same booth never being torn away even after the accident. "Kaley? When do you plan on going to Central?" I asked in a whisper.

She rose her head. "In about four years, why?" She asked.

Smith and Clara went tense and settled their intense stare on us. "I want to go with you... I want to be a State Alchemist."

Clara and Smith gasped. "WHAT!?"

I'm looking down now that it's over

Reflecting on all of my mistakes

I thought I found the road to somewhere

Somewhere in His grace

I cried out heaven save me

But I'm down to one last breath

And with it let me say

Let me say

Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

maybe six feet

Ain't so far down

Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

maybe six feet

Ain't so far down

'Creed

One Last Breath'

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