[center]Fujimi Academy

The starting point for when everything went to absolute Hell. A school, originally funded back in 1997, and now the monumental, highest-rated school it is today. It is located in Tokonosu City. The school is filled with a variety of students, some all the way from America. The school's original foundation is the basic cement/stone mixture you would see in any other schools today. The former material used for Fujimi Academy was wood from a Sakura tree, but the staff quickly reinforced it with actual sturdy material once an American student set the whole academy ablaze. Large iron gates separates the school's courtyard from the outside world, which is, in this case, a long blacktop road surrounded by forests on both sides. The road leads both North and South, where North is where Tokonosu City lies, only a few miles away, while South leads far away, somewhere into the mountains.

It was simply another day inside of Fujimi Academy. Birds were chippering amongst siblings, teachers sat inside of air-conditioned classrooms, boredly taking role, while students meandered the halls, either skipping, or carrying out an errand for a lazy professor. Unknown to the populace...this wouldn't be a simple school day, like the rest of the days. It would be a Hell of a lot worse...'cuz zombies n shit.[/center]

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1. white people are crazy

2. Yeh...just because I'm chill doesn't mean I allow rape/sex. Go to PM for that shtuff.

3. Be cool. Oh, and delete the stuff in parenthesis.

4. Common sense. Sorry, but no Hermaphrodites. That's just...odd.

5. Peace. My Co-GM's are Epiphany and Litepow.[/hider]

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[b]Name:[/b] Yami Kitsugaia

[b]Nickname(s):[/b] N/A

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] Sixteen. (16)

[b]Nationality:[/b] Japanese

[b]Personality:[/b] Yami is a very...merciless, rebelliously aggressive boy who believes that actions speak louder than words. He enjoys writing short stories, drawing, and reading novels whenever he isn't doing something in his spare time, and he currently 'suffers' from minor OCD. Yami can appear to be coldly aloof or uncaring, because he doesn't show many smiling, kind facial expressions - but it's just how he is. He's not a very...touchy feely kind of boy, and enjoys spending time alone. Not to confuse him with a mopey, depressed teenager. He enjoys practical jokes, and his sharp wit is only challenged by his even sharper mind. Since the zombie infection, he seems to be developing sociopathic qualities - he has become more...wreckless, doing things that could potentially injure him or even end with his death, and he has become somthing of a 'kamikaze cannon'. 

[b]Biography:[/b] Originally born, rather illegally, in the mountains of Mount Fuji, Yami was treated to a rather hostile dwelling from an extremely young age. He didn't have any real family problems - his mother was a self-indulged archeologist, and his father was her intern. The hostility mainly came from the mountain's original tribesmen. They harassed the small family, setting fire to their crops, stealing the rock samples they dug from the mountain's core, and generally making their life a living Hell. To combat this attack on his psyche, Yami became quiet and sharp, spending his time mulling over the novels his mother brought with her from Tokyo, and writing his own stories and novels in the meantime. Art also became an important lifeline in his lonely life - that is, until he was taken out of his little crevice of mountain and moved to the main island. There, he went to Fushimi Academy, a stranger to mostly everyone. He took up classes in close quarter combat, quickly recognizing his talent and becoming the CQC Captain. Life was rather...interesting, if not boring. That is...until zombies 'n shit.

[b]Crush:[/b] No one.

[b]Other:[/b] He enjoys killing zombies - if only a tad.[/hider]