Calamity

Nai · Apr 16, 2016

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Genieva Von Bubbles · Apr 22, 2016

A beast in human clothing knows more than anyone how people want to be treated

Chrysanthemum Esso

AGE:

17

GENDER

Female

HEIGHT:

5'0

WEIGHT:

117 lbs

HAIR COLOR:

Blonde

EYE COLOR:

Brown

PERSONALITY:

Chrys is excitable. Excruciatingly so. She has never been seen without a smile on her face and has never been heard saying something negative. However by no means does that imply that she does not think negatively. Chrys' outward appearance and personality are only half of who she truly is, but she prefers to keep others happy. She's an optimist sometimes to the point of being oblivious of the severity of situations and she overreacts to nearly everything.

She likes to gesticulate wildly if she's trying to prove a point or even if she's just holding still, saying nothing. Over the years, her friends had gotten used to her loud personality and even managed to mellow her out a bit. Although, when she mellows her other half tends to come out.

This other half isn't so much a "dark side" as it is a realistic one. This half of her personality thinks rationally, can see situations for what they are and often voices the negative opinions. This side is very blunt and sometimes offends people who spark a conversation with her while she's 'in it'. It also is kind of mean and aggressive, pointing out flaws in others and how to exploit them. Because this side of her both terrifies and annoys her, Chrys suffocates it with her brighter side and very rarely listens to her inner voice.

APPEARANCE:

Chrys has very babyish features. She's got round cheeks and is a little rounder than what is "socially acceptable". She calls this her baby fat and is oddly proud of it. She has big brown eyes that her parents said sparkle like the sun and despite the fact that she calls bull, she wouldn't deny them the joy of calling her their little sunshine child. Her hair is shoulder length and although it looks very natural, she has bleached her hair blonde. It was once black but she found that to be too somber of a color and bleached it to the point where it was almost white. It took years to get it healthy again but by the time it was as silky as it is, she'd dyed it blonde.

HISTORY:

Chrys didn't always have such a happy outlook. When she was young, her parents were struggling with debt, although she didn't know it. They kept the darkness of the world away from her and bought everything she wanted that they could afford. It wasn't until she was ten or so, that she overheard a teary call her mother was having. She was going to be taken into Child Care Services. Her parents had been deemed unfit to be her guardians.

At first she didn't understand and then when it sunk in that she'd likely never see them again, her sunshiny perfect world shattered. Her parents continued to shower her with love until the day she was taken away but by this time she had closed in on herself. She grew up in multiple foster families who were all very kind but could never get her to open up. They paid for everything she needed and even made it possible for her to continue going to school. School was a completely different matter. She was bullied viciously, for her looks and her situation and it continued until she began to bully back. The other children didn't know how to react. She was suddenly volatile and spiteful; her behavior got her into more than a couple fist fights with older students.

It wasn't until she was fourteen that she had a revelation. It wasn't because of some major event or someone special, she was just lying in bed one night and decided she needed to stop. Over the course of the next few years, she made amends and suppressed her vindictive nature with how she used to be. Now at age seventeen, there's practically no difference from when she was with her parents.

Vaan · Apr 24, 2016

Destiny is not a matter of a chance; it is a matter of choice.

Taro Miyashita

AGE:

15

GENDER:

Male

HEIGHT:

162.56 cm(5'4 feet)

WEIGHT:

54.43 (120 pounds)

HAIR COLOR:

Blonde

EYE COLOR:

Brown

PERSONALITY:

To classify someone as intellectually gifted is to say that, based on their: conditions of living, surrounding environment and assimilation of peers, they have surpassed the cognitive expectations set for their control-group and have achieved something greater. And while the result of the mental enlightenment will vary based on these factors, it is generally agreed upon that this person is substantially better off than others.

And while this will hold true for some, it isn’t a reality for Taro Miyashita, the first year prodigy of the Sendai Vocational Academy. His sophistication is the foundation of deep-seated introversion and has single-handedly dictated the poor conditions of his social life. The grasp of friendship he retains is defined by the characters of his favorite, and only book: Reign of Olympus.

The interactions in this book attempt to explain the theory of creation, and how life came to be through polytheism. The main character of the book, Akeru the Serpent, travels to an unpopulated Earth and partakes in a battle, with nine other gods, to dictate the future of the world. Following many strenuous battles, and tiring journeys, Akeru is one of the final two gods remaining. Yet, despite all his endeavors, he chooses to sacrifice his own life and allow his best friend, Usagi the Rabbit, to win and create a world worth living in for humans.

And while Taro does regard this book as a work of fiction, it holds a significant place in his heart and another in his backpack. It allows him to see the complexity of people, and how they aren’t defined by their origin, but instead the choices they make. That being said, because he believes people are defined by their choices, he can be rather stubborn and unforgiving when he faced with people he feel’s have made the wrong ones.

At the age of fifteen, most adolescents feel that they have a pretty ideal understanding of love, and Taro is no exception to this. He claims to know what true love is, yet, hasn’t the slightest grasp that it’s more than physical intimacy. He doesn’t have a preference when it comes to appearance, gender or even age; but, often develops feelings for people who are dictatorial. This is most likely his attempt of paralleling the only relationship he’s been exposed to, his mother and father, who are commanding of both each-other and him.

APPEARANCE:

Taro is an anomaly, and while the the coined term ‘academic prodigy’ is noteworthy enough to spark a reputation, the true source of his notoriety is his foreign image. His blonde hair sticks out like a sore thumb in crowds, especially at school where the populus shares that same ubiquity devoid of color, and he appears as single shred of light among them. His figure, on the other-hand, is petite, lean and no different than most Japanese with a lack of definitive facial features. In spite of this, an abundance of upperclassman tease him for his short stature; which realistically, is just a product of the age-gap between them. This difference in development is also the cause of the clear distinction in his complexion, which is devoid of: oily pores, blemishes or even facial hair.

HISTORY:

According to Natori’s orphanage documentation, on the day of his birth, Taro was anonymously given up with no: medical records, family history or even a name. Inline with policy, the orphanage provided him only a stand-alone first name, Taro, which meant ‘eldest son’. And while he had no known living relatives, they hoped that this alone would increase his chances of adoption and people would be more willing to adopt a foreign child, if there was a possibility he belonged to a rich bloodline.

Unfortunately, seven years passed and it became increasingly apparent that Taro was aware of his dissimilarity from the other orphans. Their beds always emptied quickly and the false promises of ‘I’ll visit’ had fallen begun to fall upon deaf ears. On the morning of his eighth birthday, following a small ceremony with a few last-minute presents from other children; crayons, a couple drawings and a book from one of the new girls, he was adopted.

The soon-to-be parents were Seiji Miyamura, a wealthy doctor employed by Natori’s hospital, and Koda Miyamura. Lucky for Taro, the doctor was infertile and had resorted to adoption as a means of pleasing his wife, who wanted the world at her fingertips. For the first time, since he was born, Taro was surrounded by love.

The first couple years in his new home were lovely, and full of kind, soothing words and tender goodnight kisses. Eventually, the kisses had come to a bitter end, as his mother’s absence became realized and his father began to spend more solemn nights at the hospital. Following months of condescending words, and cold glares, the confession came out and cut at Taro’s skin like a blade. Alone, the father had been bearing the entirety of Koda’s affair, who had left for the states and took most their belongings with her.

Taro looked around, and had only now realized that their home had become a hollow shell of what it was once. He was the constant reminder of her betrayal, and the embodiment of his father’s hate. The love that once surrounded him was gone, and he was to blame. Yet, neither of them gave up hope that she’d eventually come back, and their family would once again be whole.

plumeriaprincess · Jun 16, 2016

For death is not an adventure for those who stand face to face with it

Mitsu Akiyama

AGE:

18

GENDER

Female

HEIGHT:

5'3

WEIGHT:

122 lbs

HAIR COLOR:

Mitsu’s hair is a rose gold that is light enough to fool most into thinking it’s blonde but the tints of pink all over her head prove otherwise.

EYE COLOR:

Pale Blue

PERSONALITY:

Mitsu can often be characterized as an affable girl who is always magnanimous, making it incredibly easy for others to approach Mitsu, and even come out of fights untouched. However, despite her willingness to forgive so easily, and listen without a protest, Mitsu is gullible and over-trusting, which makes way for many dangerous situations to occur where Mitsu will do the wrong thing. She may hold all of these traits but there are other aspects about her that make her who she is.

Mitsu sees herself as guilty for any even that may take place around her, or to a loved one. She does not make these thoughts known, for as she learned when she was young, it did not work out well for her mother. She is able to spend plenty of time outside, as she’s quite a sucker for flowers of any kind. She will often be seen with a numerous amount of flowers littered in vases around her room, or in various spots in the house that she may gaze upon in different weather.

Easily frightened by thunder and lightning, Mitsu takes no shame in her cliché fear. She knows when is a good time to speak, and when it is a better time to just say nothing at all, which has aided her greatly since the outbreak.

APPEARANCE:

Mitsu often summarizes the features of her face as ‘pointy’, when really they are just defined. She’s acquired by genetics hooded eyelids, a ‘pointy’ nose, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones and a defined cupid’s bow. She was ‘graced’, as her mother always said, with minimal but clearly visible curves, and back dimples on her lower back. She finds her feet to be too large for her figure, and her eyes too pale. Mitsu dyed her hair a very light shade of pink to set herself apart from the girls on her street that all lived in the same type of house with the same types of clothes, closets, and incomes.

HISTORY:

“I grew up in the apartment building on my Grandma’s property. My grandparents may have let us live there, but they sure didn’t help stabilize us.

What I do remember is the nights that my parents would make me sit outside, my little figure pressed up against the door, my hands practically glued to my ears, thinking they were talking about what they would tell Santa to get me this year. I remember the nights the screaming matches were so bad, I would have to go down the stairs and into my grandparent’s house. I remember closing the lid on the toilet, and scrambling up to barely peer over the windowsill to see across the yard and through the dimly lit window in the apartment, my parents, worried sick about money, and me.

My father worked as a dish-washer in the local diner, and my mother was working her way up to manager of a bookstore. It was a very slow working up though. They were struggling with funds, spending every extra dime on my little self so that I could grow up without knowing what being hungry was, or being without toys.

Due to my parents constantly overworking themselves, my grandma usually had to watch me. I would help her in her garden outside, and if I was an excellent helper that day, she would make me a crown of flowers to wear. I would wait patiently for my parents to arrive home, adjusting the crown to triumphantly show them, but they were too exhausted from the strenuous work they had put in to give me the time of day.

Days, weeks, months, and years passed by in this unchangeable pattern of loneliness, and I became one with my grandmother’s garden.

When I was twelve years old, my mother had put enough money aside to buy my father a very nice watch she had seen on the television. My father had been coveting it for a while, but didn’t say anything because he knew it wasn’t possible they would be able to acquire it.

Who knew a watch could screw over three lives so horribly?

My father was in a convenience store on the 23rd of November. He was buying Pumpkin Pie and some 2% Milk for me. It just so happened, that on this silent night, two young adults had no other pastime better to do, then to make a scene. As we heard on the news, and from the police dozens of times, they entered, asked my father for the watch. If it was any other watch, my father would have given it up.

He didn’t refuse because he had a death wish, or because he had longed for this watch for so long. My father refused to give up the object that may or may not have decided whether he would come home to his family, because his wife got it for him. My father refused, because it was a constant reminder of how much somebody in this world loved him. The fact that my mother had saved up anything she got for weeks, just to splurge on him meant the world to my father. It’s devastating to say, that in a way, he passed away for wanting to be loved.

Not soon after the infection began, I woke up to a scream of anguish splitting through the thick, humid air that hummed with the noise of the wind. I was not swift enough to save my mother from the horrid fate that she was destined to have. It seems like one after another, someone beloved to me drops dead. It seems all I have left to do is survive.”

Ophirius · Jun 18, 2016

Your destruction is my livelihood

Kurosawa Hisoka

AGE:

16

GENDER

Male

HEIGHT:

168 cm

WEIGHT:

- (Let's just say he's really scrawny for his height)

HAIR COLOR:

Prussian Blue

EYE COLOR:

Indigo

PERSONALITY:

This boy is merely a harmless four-eyed character that hogs the place of the knowledgeable school president. Or so I would like to describe him, the truth that lies beneath his kind exterior is a seemingly bottomless pit of darkness and deception.

He's constantly shifting to adapt to the current situation he finds himself in, spouting lies to gain trust and then crushing the ones who relies on him with the soles of his shoes. A monster only held back by the leash that society has created with its laws and rules. Nevertheless, his core is one that is mainly composed of greed. Hisoka will undoubtedly go to great lengths to achieve the things he desires and his sole purpose for existing is to relish in the feelings of others.

APPEARANCE:

The predator in disguise stands at the height of 168 centimetres, mainly lean muscles, skin, bones and organs. He is undoubtedly petite and possesses the alluring charm of a fragile flower. With his pale untouched lips, calm timbre voice and innocent indigo gaze he creeps his way into the hearts of those around him and then mercilessly uses them as he pleases. His slender veiny hands are however not completely free from filth and contrary to one's beliefs he doesn't mind doing the dirty work by himself. It's his body that denies him the right to the more physical efforts, besides he finds it all too amusing to see other people struggle for his sake.

HISTORY:

"You wish to know the cause behind my current behaviour? Sorry not sorry to disappoint you but there is no secret to my success. I was born with it" - Kurosawa Hisoka.

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As mentioned beforehand instead of having his life destroyed by other people he has always been the one to inflict damage upon those around him. There's no tragic history, traumatic experiences or anything of such whatsoever involved in the creation of this merciless beast.

From the second he took his first breath he possessed a stone cold heart, or rather to be more accurate he was born without a heart at all. The only child of two successful human beings then proceeded to live a life of comfort and luxury, unlike many others. His parents, blissfully ignorant of their child's lack of emotions showered him with affection in the form of objects that he desired, yet after a while the young boy would grow tired of them and demand more. Nevertheless, the man and woman continued to love their child who was worryingly neutral to everything. However even if they wanted to complain they could find no reason to do so because Hisoka was the definition of the ideal son. Never causing any unnecessary ruckus and diligently indulging into the art of knowledge he lived up to everyone's expectation as the lone heir to his father's company.

However, as any empty shell, the boy sought for the capability to be able to feel and he resorted to many different things to induce his humanistic side. Whereas he even committed the ultimate sin, taking someone's life. Though, no matter how much effort he dedicated and put in his search he remained as empty as ever. Not even the thought of forever being doomed to be alone could trigger the melancholy that was supposed to appear. The boy, in the end, gave up on trying to be 'human' and got accustomed to the sensation of nothingness. The nothingness, however, affected his motivation that might have never existed from the very beginning. With nothing else to rely on the boy sunk back into the comfort of feeding of entertainment and he continued living his life for the sole purpose of seeing new things. His parents that had never seen their son ever run away from his workload began to worry about him, what they didn't know though was that their words didn't reach their beloved son. For him, they had become mere strangers as he realised that he harboured no affection towards them at all. It was just the moral thought of "that he should love and care for them" that had made him act the way he had. In the end, he didn't even shed a tear for the people who had cared for him during the 16 years of his life.

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Nai · Jul 4, 2016

Katsuhira Agata

PERSONALITY: Katsuhira Agata characteristics favor one of an impassive individual who seeks nothing more than to succeed in his own arbitrary pleasures. He’s a whimsical old soul, and he’s not afraid to act on his mischievous ardent militias. Catering to his own self interests and finding himself meddling in the likes of bad crowds. He’s grown to be rather devious, using his pretty face for beguiling acts and playing a flippant attitude when anyone above him tries to demean him. —That is, until he finds himself in the same blasé act, and he snaps. He’s temperamental when he’s pissed, becoming irrational and resorting to violence, where he’s known to storm off and pick meaningless fights before falling jaded.

But this doesn't deter him from his exuberant and boisterous personality. He's a fellow with a charismatic personality, that enjoys the company of people, and as of late has grown rather pensive than his initial "risk-taker" attitude.
STORY: Before the breakout, Katsuhira was known to be one of the most notorious bad boys of their academy, and a sucker for anyone who’d be brave enough to rile him up. Yet, upon the coming day, all went down hill. His gang, the only people he considered to be his family, had been ambushed and turned faster than he could get to them. To say he weeped, he’d never tell, but as found himself surviving the first couple of months on his own, killing not only the dead, but murdering the living for food and supplies, he couldn’t say he could sleep properly at night anymore.

He changed among those months of slaughter and he sought out company from Kurosawa Hisoka and Mitsu Akiyama, two seniors he stumbled upon after two months and half in the outbreak. They settled into a mutual agreement, Katsuhira was the muscle and scavenger while Kurosawa was the navigator, Akiyama, on good days, was their relief, or at least that’s how Katsuhira sought it.

Vaan · Jul 7, 2016

Shiba Agata

PERSONALITY: Shiba is noted to be the polar opposite to his brother, Katsuhira, and considers himself: kind, generous and very polite. He has a soothing and gentle personality for his comrades, and generally acts as a pillar of support for them. In spite of this, he is notably indifferent to the idea of death; whether it retains to his comrades, family or even himself. He claims that “no-one should fear death,” and that life is the true threat.

With that in mind, his motivation to live is not defined by fear or a selfish dream, but instead by the deep-seated desire for genocide. Humans are a parasite upon the world, and the conception of Cordyceps was merely the Earth’s refute. His existence, while notably insignificant, can assure that this refute is triumphant.

There will be no cure. There will be no relief. There will only be renewal.
STORY: Iwanumu, the converging town of two ancient roads: Tokaido and Tosando.

Unlike Natori, the small town had properly prepared themselves for the impending apocalypse and successfully barricaded themselves from the outside-world. They’d deemed themselves safe, at least from Cordyceps, and if hadn’t been for the Natori refugees who sought comfort in their comfort: they’d of remained as such. –But maybe it wasn’t entirely their fault. For surely, if the barricades that were so meticulously mended couldn’t even keep out humans, it was inevitable that they’d fall. Yet, what if the breech hadn’t occurred outside of the wall at all?

Could it be that the doors that opened with such open arms, and so gracefully granted entry to the soon-to-be infected was an inside job? (Yes, it could be, because it was Shiba.)

Genieva Von Bubbles · Jul 7, 2016

Atsushi Nakajima

Help him: Ethnicity: Japanese

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Black

Height: 5'0 (152cm)

Weight: 99lbs (44kg)

Sexuality: Asexual
Save Me: Personality:

Describing Atsushi is like describing a beautiful but delicate glass structure. One wrong move and you could shatter him into a million pieces and he'd be irreparable. He is very sweet and gentle and tries his damnedest to get along with everyone he meets, but having a fear of other people makes it kind of difficult. His fear of people (Agoraphobia) will sometimes manifest itself as rage and this allows him to travel as one of the group and fend for himself.

He's prone to over thinking things when he's strategizing (and even when he's not) and if someone doesn't stop him in the early stages he'll think himself in circles. Or, as a worst case scenario, he'll trigger a panic attack. He is also a very tired person, not only because of his general lack of sleep but because of the constant strains he places on himself, whether mentally or physically.

Atsushi is very jumpy and fidgety and very much like a baby bird.

Story:

Atsushi, as one who had always hidden behind his family, was wholly unprepared to suddenly be shoved into the spotlight when the outbreak struck. His parents were the first to fall leaving him and his elder siblings to their own. They made it for a while, switching between empty houses and dodging the dead. But it wasn't meant to last. One night in an act of sheer carelessness, his sister had forgotten to barricade their safe house door.

Atsushi and his brother jerked awake to the sound of screams and howls. It was then that his brother forced him to promise that no matter what, Atsushi would stay living. He barely had time to nod before his brother pushed him out the back door and threw himself to the proverbial wolves. For months after this, Atsushi stayed holed up in one particular home, hardly eating, rarely sleeping, until he stumbled across (more or less stalked) his new group of companions.

Ophirius · Jul 8, 2016

God knows I live: Name: Noboru (翔 to ascend; climb) Morimoto [森 forest + 本 base, root, origin]

Age: 24

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ethnicity: Japanese

Hair colour: Smokey Topaz

Eye colour: Taupe

Height: 6'8/2.06 m

Weight: 75 kg/165 lbs

Personality:

A blank paper in a thick book, bathing in a lukewarm cascade of sunlight. Someone has turned the page over, left the scribbled pieces of his past behind. Nevertheless the new 'him' carries the same regrets as yesterday's and the corners of his purity have already begun to darken. Wanting to change, but unable to do so due to the haunting of his sins. Black chalk draws new lines over the blank page as time passes. Desperatly he tries to wash the filth off, but as you know, paper only becomes even more fragile by water.

Sinking.

Falling.

Struggling.

His kindness isn't accomplishing anything. What should he do to be freed from the shadows of his past? Would it stop following him if he obeyed that all too familiar voice whispering atrocities in his mind?

A trembling breath, it's worth a try isn't it? It can't get any worse..right?

God knows I died: You're a flower that grows more transparent the wetter you become

The white petal between us

Become moist with regret

Transparent but it doesn’t disappear

When obscured from view

At least it doesn't hurt

Time passes.

Time passes.

Drenched with my tears

Transparent but it doesn't disappear

The memories of you, ever so clear

How ironic, I without thorns is stained with your essence

The white petal between us

The ivory petal between us

Imprisoned me in the room of eternity.

God knows I begged

Begged, borrowed and cried

God knows I loved

God knows I lied

God knows I lost

God gave me life

And God knows I tried

Calamity

Nai

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Ophirius

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