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[Yomi Aino]

Kouji Destiny Marisu

About me?

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'Hey, my name is Kouji and I'm eighteen years old. I work a co-owner in a nightclub and live all by myself. I'm a boy, but I can see how that isn't very obvious, so I don't mind you mistaking that. I'm pansexual and I lean towards males and I've had some girlfriends in the past, but only one boyfriend. He was a rather rough boy but I guess I like those kind of people.
Oh, yeah, I have red hair (but I painted, my hair used to be black) and I have brown eyes. I'm very pale and very slim, or that is what I'm told. I'm also pretty tall, 1.83 meters. My fingers are very long and so are my nails...

What I'm like?

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I'm a very random person. Others might say I'm crazy, or insane. I like to say that there's still a child living inside of me and I am open-minded and outgoing. I don't like it when people yell and I hate fights. I start to scream loudly when people get angry around me, especially when I think it's my fault. People might say I'm superficial, okay, I admit that my emotions lay close to the surface. Hmm, I'm very unsure about myself... I always try to dress up nicely and I use a lot of make-up, too. Ah well, I own a night club, so why not? But mind you, I'm not fake! I'm just... I don't quite know how to be myself. I'm not really comfortable when I'm talking one on one to a new person, too. I do get panic attacks sometimes.
People tell me I believe weird stories. Well, I can believe anything, as long as there's a sense of logic in it. So things don't just randomly appear... I like science, did I say that already? Okay. I love butterflies, too. Oh, and I'm very friendly! Although, that's what I think of myself. I always try to be friendly and solve things by talking but... I'm not weak. I'll tell you about that later. It might be hard to get through to my heart and into my mind, at first, but really... Please try. I like people.

How was I raised?

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My father left me and my mother and soon after that, mom got ill and couldn't work anymore. I was very young then, but I needed to find a job so... I sold myself... Eventually, mom died and I got the house, so I lived by myself. I started saving money and also got a job at a bar. Later, I had enough money to buy a place that I turned into a nightclub that I now own and work at. I made a friend who was very smart he thought me all kinds of things about science. That's why I love science so much. Anyway, as I had to be in the dark kinds of businesses, I learned how to fight and defend myself and I gained respect from everyone. Oh, and don't feel pity for me, by the way. I'm very happy with my life, I only miss mom sometimes.

Anything else?

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I have no pets, no lover, live alone and have a job. What more is there to know about me? Any questions?

[princess pudding]

{{ Everyone is accepted, I'll add you all to the list asap. Which means we can start!
The six will begin in the White Room; it's after morning and the first time they will meet one another.

[fly away.]

((Yay! Excited.))

[Yomi Aino]

(Okay, thank you. I will soon post pics of my char, by the way XD)

[princess pudding]

Paisley was having a normal day before the big white van. It was very casual, crisp autumn morning, and Mum sent her out to fetch the groceries. She loved going to the supermarket; it was her place to relax and sort through the aisles with a wheeling cart. She felt big and all grown-up when she was allowed to go places on her own, especially with orders at mind. But now that she really thought about it, being an adult was overrated, because that desire is what changed everything. On her walk home, a van parked up the street, unmoving and silent. Oblivious to danger, Paisley skipped past it with the grocery bags at hand, humming a faint tune. The front door of the vehicle opened and a man dressed in black stepped out onto the curb; still, she didn’t take any notice. Until he began to haggle behind her. Slightly spooked, Paisley made a turn down an ally only to corner herself, and something hit her leg as the stranger approached. The world churned beneath her and became nothing but darkness. When she woke, home was gone, and forever lost from mind.

She was aroused in a completely white room accompanied by a cot and miniature bathroom. Everything was a blur of confusion, and a young man by the name of ‘The Puppet Master’ summed everything up with horrifying manor to his grin. As frightened as Paisley was, she didn’t feel surprise towards the ‘Institute’. An evil place like would always thrive, even in the unknown; for that reason not fright but sickness took ahold of her stomach. She had come to the terms of The Glass Room, but would she really have to fight other children? It felt so wrong, and yet, Paisley felt so helpless at the same time. She was given a blade for training and support and shipped off to another white room, only much larger and in it five other youths. Pigtails bobbing side to side and a nervous smile etched on her face, the small girl stepped inside the room with her escorted guard and looked round at her new ‘friends’. Friends that would potentially become her opponents in The Glass Room.

{{ sorry, this is long overdue x3

[fly away.]

Bailey had already been having a sucky day. He had just ran away from a foster home that wasn't particulary nice, and he hadn't been fed anything decent for a while. He was wearing clothes that were rather dirty, and the street he was walking down wasn't improving his mood. The street was FILTHY. And then the white van pulled up across the street. Bailey, being a suspicious person by need, had looked over at the van, narrowed his eyes, and ran off. He was weak, so he was running slow, and the man in black caught up to him. And everything went black.

When he woke up in the white room his first thought was 'why is it so white?' then he saw a young man who apparently called himself 'The Puppet Master' and he said some weird junk. Bailey wasn't paying much attention, since Bailey wasn't very attentive to things. Being ADHD and all. He was a kid that didn't pay much attention. When he heard some interesting words like 'struggle' or 'fight' or other important things he would listen for a minute then go back to wondering about the walls. Then he was given a knife, and he studied it like it was a strange, unknown object. It was. Then he was escorted to a bigger room, with five others in it. He walked inside, glassing around. So many questions. This whole time his hands moved at a rapid pace.

[Noel]

Skye had been trying to steal a candy apple. That wasn't that bad of a thing; they just looked so good, and were sitting right there on the little table the candy-seller had set up. They wouldn't miss one. So he had crept around the side, and was reaching for it when the van showed up. When it stopped, Skye panicked, thinking he had been seen. So he grabbed that little candy, and set off running. He knew the streets; he made it around several alleyways and corners, and thought he was safe. But vaulting over a little picket fence an old lady on the corner had set up to guard her yard, his foot snagged, and he was left dangling by the ankle. He had hoped he had gotten far enough away that he would be found by a passerby before the man in the van. However, the black-dressed man appeared first, and Skye felt something dig into his arm before the world took a dive and faded to black.

Skye listened intently when he awoke and was given an explanation, shaking slightly from fear. He did not want to die. He would not die. He would not let any of these other children kill him. When a knife was handed to him, Skye took it and experimentally slashed in through the air, before smiling. He wouldn't die, he knew how to use one of these. Still, he put on a scared expression when he was told he would be meeting the others; it was better to appear unthreatening.

Stepping into the room, Skye's heart sunk. He was tiny in comparison to these other children. Still, he choked back the feeling and and looked over the nearest one, a boy who was clearly ADHD. Skye knew what that felt like, that was for sure, feeling his own hands twitching slightly as well, aching to be doing something other then hold a knife. "Hey, hyper too? It's annoying."

[fly away.]

Bailey had been more focused on the fact that the walls were still very white, which he didn't like. White was.. He couldn't explain it but he knew white wasn't a good color. Most people thought black was the bad color, but white was. White was the bad color. He took a deep breath before hearing some kid he didn't know, but he looked young. The kid barely looked like he was bordering the age of twelve. Which meant that the guy was taking kids younger than fifteen. Bailey didn't want to kill ANYONE, let alone some little kid. He sucked in a breath and looked down at his hands. He was so used to them moving he hadn't even noticed it. "Oh, yeah, it sucks." He shook his head a little bit, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was trying his best to keep just his hands moving and not jump from foot to foot. He had learned to control the ADHD somewhat and just focus it into his hands. But it was difficult, something very hard to control. "ADHD as well, I guess?" He asked, raising his blonde eyebrows up. He had a scar going through his top lip, which kind of looked cool, in his opinion anyway.

[princess pudding]

Stepping inside the white room, Paisley’s first impression was what does The Puppet Master have against colour? She decided this wasn’t a time to be asking silly questions and let her confusion dwindle to zero; something told her it had a very awful explanation left unsaid by that grinning man. Clean. White is clean. So when you get dirty, all of it is clear and exposed, just like your guilt. Wincing, the small girl clutched the blade to her chest and looked on at the other two arriving children with interest. I’m not alone, then. Strange, the way he set all of this up. Why us? Why me? As oblivious as little Paisley was, her mind was working to solve the riddle.

Prior to being kidnapped, Paisley never had a splendid life. Due to her father’s absence she and her mother often struggled in the city, and yet, none of it really affected her. She didn’t hate him for leaving. She never sat awake and cursed his very existence. Paisley forgave just as easily as she smiled; with little effort and a good heart. Still, sitting in that glossy room with two strange boys, holding a blade to her heart and lost in thought, all of this came to her mind. Did their past lives have something to do with all of it? Had they been chosen for a specific reason? Enough of all this thinking, it’s hurting my head.

“Hi,” Paisley stepped forth and waved the knife at the two boys, a smile containing her rosy face. She had a feeling they might not respond with the same friendliness, but she sensed a strong air of weariness coming from both and decided they might appreciate some kindness. The small girl was aware they were already captivated with one another, but that didn’t stop her. Either they were ignoring her or simply hadn’t noticed her arrival. It didn't occur to her that she might face them in battle that evening.

[Noel]

Skye didn't like the white either; it was too dull. There was no color to keep his interest, or anything to push away boredom, leaving him to think about what had happened. In truth Skye didn't really believe it all yet, but he certainly would after the first fight. For then though, it seemed like some sort of test, dream, or joke.
"Yeah." Skye answered simply. "This place is too small. No room to run." Although Skye's hands were closing and unclosing every few seconds, he really just wanted to run around in the room for awhile, his mind screaming that standing around was bad and pointless. But there were five other children and a lot of people he didn't want to face in there to be accidentally run into.
When a girl walked up to them, Skye actually had to hold back a breath of relief. She was small. Young-looking. Just like him; they both looked twelve at absolute best. Considering his own scenario, he doubted she was actually that young, but either way it was a relief to see that not everyone had a half foot and fifty pounds on him. Skye smiled in response, a sort of shy, slightly scared smile that was only partially fake.
"Hey. Glad to see I'm not the only tiny one here."