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[quote=@Ryuzaki]Rules 'n Stuff: Antisociality

Name: Vespera "Vess" Crest

Age: 16

Height: 5' 4"

Gender: Female

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Occupation: 11[sup]th[/sup] Grade, Works at a Music Shop down the road from the school.

Interests: Music, Black, Being Alone

Fears: Large crowds, Physical Contact, The end of Midnight, Spiders, direct sunlight

Skill: Mindcaster

Misc. Info: Whenever she can she has her ear buds stuffed into her ears to help keep her mind off of the waves of thoughts that threaten to wipe her sanity. She refuses to touch another living being and never removes her black leather gloves that guard her hands from the unwelcome touch of humanity. 

Sample:
 	Vess groaned at the sound of her alarm clock, displeased with the loud beeping that had awoken her. She lifted it to her face to be sure that it hadn't been running through the secret hour, which it obviously hadn't. Once she had sat up and rubbed her eyes she began to taste the usual bitter-sweet of her mother also awaking to an alarm clock 2 doors down. Rising from the bed, Vess slowly walked over to her rickety closet door and groped around for all the required garments before covering her bare body with the jumbled pile. On her way out she yawned and twisted the handle two times but to no avail. It was only after she had managed to drop a black sock in confusion that she realized she had locked the door the night before. Turning the locking mechanism then the handle, she continued her morning quest, turning into the first door after hers which was the bathroom. She dropped the pile of clothing on the counter that surrounded her sink, walking into the shower and turning the knob to the hottest setting.

	Once she was properly cleaned, relieved, and dressed, she walked into the kitchen and fumbled with some bread and Honey Ham for some minutes before dropping it into the sandwich bag with an unenthusiastic face. No way in hell she was going to eat Klintin High lunch, even the minds of the lunch ladies suggested that they were skeptical of it. The familiar taste of Baking Chocolate filled her mouth as her mother approached. "What's wrong with school lunch? You even get it for free, why not take it?" Her mom would question this every morning even though Vess never answered. Instead Vess pulled out her phone and attached her ear buds, pushing them into her ears. Seconds later she was sitting in her car, turning the key to start up the sputtering engine of the old Jeep. Turning the corner of the driveway she rapidly hit the volume key on her phone, bracing for the oncoming onslaught.
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