AliceInRedHeels

Corrected & Connected

3 Osaka and 3 Tokyo

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Name: Eveline Lancer Age: 17 Appearance: A small girl of lithe build, even after years of picking and pruning wild flowers her hands have remained smooth and soft. Standing around 5'6" she's rather lanky and has been know as a fast runner. Probably from the long summers spent in the forest with her mother. Besides that her physic is rather unremarkable unless you count her obscure blue hair and blue eyes stark contrast against her pale skin. Occupation: Florist Personality: 'Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature.' They call Eveline a wild child, a changling,that she belongs with the fairyfolk of old. A happy child since birth, she's always seem the brightness in the world especially in the flowers. A giddy child, some would say she was touched in the head for her happy demeanour seemed to be her only trait. She spends her time skipping around with a flower crown and handing out flowers with a gentle smile on her face as if there was nothing wrong with the world. Yet Eveline is very observant, she watches and doesn't talk at most she'll tilt her head and smile or frown childishly in dispute. She hates modern things preferring to transverse the forest near her homes and take from nature, so is slightly frightened of metal tools and sciences. History: They say the girl was born to a hedgewitch in the forest, a witch of the wilds, a herb dealer, the one you call to save your failing wife, the midwife of the peasant folks. Her father was a gypsy they say, a wandering man who loved life and found the joy in the simplest things. A broad boisterous man, with a hearty laugh and a healthy appetite for many a thing. His wit was only matched with his quick hands, taking woman's purses and heart with an easy grace. Such a strange outcome the girl was, a flower child, they say she was born in a fairy circle, a gift from the forest and the young witch mother did little to dispel the rumors about her and her babe. A glimpse of superstitious in a barren town, to far from the kingdom to be told of newer things, they cling to the old and ancient believing the rumors and myths. Silly Mortals~ So the child grew up on the village fringes learning basic trades and letters but spent most of her time in the forest learning plants and flowers from her mother taking them into the village to sell and trade. And so the years passed in this manor and the girl grew into a teenager humming softly she walked down the roads a hand waving at the approaching caravan, it was fall and trade season they always came this time of year and she had still yet to figure out her farther or if he actually existed.

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@Mokley Roger That~~ ^^

The Many Facades of Alice

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Name: Eveline Lancer Age: 17 Appearance: A small girl of lithe build, even after years of picking and pruning wild flowers her hands have remained smooth and soft. Standing around 5'6" she's rather lanky and has been know as a fast runner. Probably from the long summers spent in the forest with her mother. Besides that her physic is rather unremarkable unless you count her obscure blue hair and blue eyes stark contrast against her pale skin. Occupation: Florist Personality: 'Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature.' They call Eveline a wild child, a changling,that she belongs with the fairyfolk of old. A happy child since birth, she's always seem the brightness in the world especially in the flowers. A giddy child, some would say she was touched in the head for her happy demeanour seemed to be her only trait. She spends her time skipping around with a flower crown and handing out flowers with a gentle smile on her face as if there was nothing wrong with the world. Yet Eveline is very observant, she watches and doesn't talk at most she'll tilt her head and smile or frown childishly in dispute. She hates modern things preferring to transverse the forest near her homes and take from nature, so is slightly frightened of metal tools and sciences. History: They say the girl was born to a hedgewitch in the forest, a witch of the wilds, a herb dealer, the one you call to save your failing wife, the midwife of the peasant folks. Her father was a gypsy they say, a wandering man who loved life and found the joy in the simplest things. A broad boisterous man, with a hearty laugh and a healthy appetite for many a thing. His wit was only matched with his quick hands, taking woman's purses and heart with an easy grace. Such a strange outcome the girl was, a flower child, they say she was born in a fairy circle, a gift from the forest and the young witch mother did little to dispel the rumors about her and her babe. A glimpse of superstitious in a barren town, to far from the kingdom to be told of newer things, they cling to the old and ancient believing the rumors and myths. Silly Mortals~ So the child grew up on the village fringes learning basic trades and letters but spent most of her time in the forest learning plants and flowers from her mother taking them into the village to sell and trade. And so the years passed in this manor and the girl grew into a teenager humming softly she walked down the roads a hand waving at the approaching caravan, it was fall and trade season they always came this time of year and she had still yet to figure out her farther or if he actually existed.

Quote by Susan Polis Schutz

The Many Facades of Alice

Corrected & Connected

Character Sheet:

Name: Kimura, Alyssa Alias in the DgtWld: Havok Age: 26

Important Stuff

Average Appearance: Corrector Appearance: Weapon of Choice: Angels Ascent A pair of twin scythes, their handles runs for about 18 inches before the blades take over extending out another 24 inches as they curve around into dainty points, waiting patiently to slice throw something. An evasive fighter, Havok uses a hit-and-run method of fighting, preferring quick and light attacks rather then long drawn out full scale assaults. Because of her small build she's chosen to focus on increasing her speed and agility, and in a rather quick and flashy move can teleport between enemies if she finds herself surrounded by cute little viruses, this ability doesn't hold up for long as it steadily drains her stamina each time she uses it. By focusing solely on offensive tactics, she hasn't built up the best defense, leaving her unbalanced against strong and fast heavy hitters, and also against those that are quicker then her, so she has to make most of her fights quick. The longer a fight gets drawn out, the more at risk she is of actually getting overwhelmed. Cell Phone:

Personality:

• +Cooperative: Alyssa doesn't mind having to help out others, often the first to offer assistance or sign up for an assignment. If you ask her, she'll more then likely agree to it.
• -Flippant: Not one to hold her tongue or try and be tactful about it. If she has something to say as unnecessary as it might be you'll hear about it however it might not be in the nicest tone.
• +Optimistic: Your basic glass is full kinda gal. She simply believes that everything will work out if you strive for it. She's the one casually making jokes, or seemingly acting nonchalant about everything as if she knows that everything's going to be aces up.
• -Impatient: Impulsive almost, Alyssa dislikes things that drag on, if she can figure out the best option easily she doesn't understand why people are still arguing about it for the next five minutes. She'd rather just go ahead and get it done then they can argue semantics the rest of the day.
• +Hardworking: While not the most responsible person, Alyssa still delivers. She hates the idea of failing, or letting someone else down, so at times will willingly go to extremes to finished what she was asked of as long as it keeps everyone else safe.

Background: 15 October 1996 Born to an Ex-United States Marine and a Japanese Surgeon in a small clinic within the prefecture of Osaka was a small blonde haired baby girl. Alyssa grew up in high demand household, yet the pressure didn’t seem to affect the small girl, in a sense she began to idolize her parents as superheroes. Both of their jobs, while high risked, required them to be extremely reliable and capable; whether it was saving a life or a completing a mission both of her parents succeeded rarely accepting failure as a viable option, the cost of doing so was too high. The small girl thrived within that mentality, pushing herself through pre-school and elementary school to be in the top of her class and in the top tiers of her club activities. Even after her mother retired from activity to stay home and have a hand in their daughters upbringing, the small girl’s view on life didn’t change firmly believing that those who strive to be the best and keep others from harm would be the happiest. During her junior high school years, Alyssa would often be found berating the delinquent population of her year, more or less beating them upside the head with her philosophy on life. It wasn’t ill intended; she just thought they’d be happier that way, this overzealous nature of hers would get her into a certain amount of trouble with the school at times and ostracized by her fellow classmates, part of this was from jealously as the blonde half-breed continued to strive as the top of the school and in sports, lacrosse and volleyball respectively; bring home awards and trophies for her efforts aiming to gain the approval of her parents, showing them that she was just as capable. This continued on for the remainder of her junior high years rationalizing her lack of friends outside her sports clubs as necessary for a superhero’s path is often a solidary one speckled with visitors and companions. 2 March 2011 It was on the way home from her graduation ceremony that Alyssa was in her first and only car crash, a drunk driver had taken a curve too fast flying into the other lane as he over-corrected to avoid the guard rail crashing head long into her parent’s car. All she could remember was the brief scream of her mother as she tried to reach back and protect the girl, and the haunting sound of crunching metal and shattering glass. When she awoke later, which she would learn would be a few days; there was a small frail looking woman her blonde hair and pale blue eyes matching her mother’s looks. This woman, her grandmother she later knew, had flown in on the news of the accident. She told Alyssa what had happen during the brief time the girl had been unconscious, that her father had died on impact and her mother didn’t last the ride to the hospital. She was lucky to be alive. She would hear those and words of condolences for the next few weeks as she absentmindedly went through the actions of her days, thanking the well-wishers that came by, acting her part at the funeral; her hollow eyes empty enough to make a hardened man shiver, afterwards she was told she’d be moving to the United States to be raised by her grandmother. Her father’s parents had been strict and disowned him for the dishonor of marrying a foreigner. It was the first time Alyssa would experience the pain of losing someone, of learning that heroes could die, that petty things could kill such huge people. During the few weeks it took to arrange her school transfers, packing, selling her childhood home, the girl never said a word. Her eyes still seemed lifeless as she tried to adjust to life without her parents, this new woman was foreign to her, an unknown, she had no idea if she was a villain, a civilian, or perhaps another hero to show her how to live. 21 August 2011 Alyssa stood on the edge of the school grounds, looking at the sprawling building of the urban high school nestled in the confines of Chicago, Illinois. A small smirk playing across her lips as she straightened her back and glasses, confidently marching onto the grounds towards the main office. It was a start of a new life, a new mission as her grandmother would call it. During the few months of summer she spent living in her grandmother’s condo, a small house shoved into a box. The cramped space didn’t suite Alyssa well at first, but the view of the city from the bay window in the living room was something she was immediately drawn to, the bright lights at night twinkling like stars to her. The girl’s quiet streak lasted for maybe the first five weeks or so before her grandmother decided enough was enough, and took to making the girl speak the first thing that popped into her mind every time she wanted to go somewhere, eat something, or even use something. This back and forth battle continued for the next two weeks with Alyssa stubbornly refusing, giving brief one word answers as replies to the woman’s pestering questions. Eventually Alyssa’s impatient personality took over, having had enough of her constant nagging; a bit of a hypocrisy seeing she herself would constant push people to be better and do what was right as a child, she told the old woman what she thought of her, not caring to watching her tongue as some rather crass words crossed her lips. Her tirade was met by pearls of laughter and a bright smile from her grandmother as the woman patted her softly on the head, happy to see her granddaughter return to the happy zealous child she had received so many letters about. It was then that Alyssa had deemed her grandmother a superhero in her own right, one that fixes a person rather than saves them. It was also during her high school years at a rather rambunctious school in an even livelier city that she decided that’s what she wanted to do, was save people just like her parents. 17 July 2015 Shivering Alyssa stepped out of her new apartment, upon graduating high school she had applied and been accepted to Osaka Medical College, the same university her father had attended which meant that she was to move back to Japan. Her apartment over looked the park and castle of Osaka as well as near enough to the train station that she didn’t have to worry about buying a car or bike to make her way to way around the city. Hoping to follow her father’s footsteps as soon-to-be prominent surgeon with in the region Alyssa spent most of her first year studying and learning all she could once more claiming one of the tops spots not only within the university also within the country. She would assume that this was what caused the GvN to contact her with a job offer; she was hesitant at first having only just recently discovered and toyed around with the DgtWld using it mostly to keep in contact with her grandmother and friends back in Chicago. But with the offer of both training and enough pay to cover the rest of her education expenses, as well as the childish notion in the back of her mind telling her that she could be a superhero Alyssa took the job not knowing just what she signed up for. At first Alyssa used a female avatar during her training years with the Osaka branch of Correctors but was slightly coddled by the team,it was the first time they had accepted trainer's for a while, the only one that expected her to do her job regardless of her gender was another trainee like herself, he only stayed with the team for three years while Alyssa continued to stay for another year and hone her skills as a Corrector and as a medical student. During her last year at that branch Alyssa would experience death once more, a new trainee who took the job as serious as anyone else but a small error on her part left him open to an attack that she was meant to take. This death shook her worse than her parents, no matter how many people told her it wasn't her fault she still holds on the being personally responsible for it. She soon began practicing combat outside the DgtWld with her seniors, throwing herself into it until she could see the improvements in her movements within the missions and assignments they took on. 23 January 2022 Alyssa walked out of the government building collecting the data she had requested, having just completed her 3rd and final year with a residency program at Tokyo Medical University Hospital to continue her studies in Neurology, wanting to study more on the affects the Microchips and DgtWld had on the human brain, if there was a way to create a blockade in the nerves system to keep hackers from murdering the user. She had moved three years ago to the center of Tokyo renting a small condo in one of the towering skyscrapers around the city, a small reminisces of her grandmother’s lodgings, the old woman had died peacefully in her sleep two years ago causing Alyssa to take time off from work and school to go bury her grandmother and arrange for her belongings to be liquidated and distributed where the old woman wanted them to go, most of it now belongs to Alyssa including the condo she was currently renting out to a distant cousin. Her skills and knowledge of the DgtWld grew alongside her studies for her profession, not wanting to give either up, as some would do. After all the GvN paid plenty enough that any other means of income were rather unneeded, but Alyssa still desired to save people inside and outside the cyber world, she could only be a super hero there for a little longer to say the least. However on joining the Tokyo team she switched up her appearance to a male avatar, not wanting to be coddled or sidelined because she was a woman. She was pleasantly surprised to run into the man she had trained alongside of back in Osaka, and that he was a meticulous as ever. When she’s not at the hospital completing her rounds or on a mission she spends her free time reading her text books at a coffee shop downtown.

The Many Facades of Alice

Completed Characters

Academy of The Arcane Artes

Full Name Mia Betancourt Gender Female Age 16 Year First Year Birthday 13 of February Astrological Sign Aquarius Species Human Class Analysis and Support Weapon Cybernetic Enhanced Eyes: Her eyes are upgraded to analyze and record any data she's seen, allowing her to pinpoint strategic weaknesses and probability patterns. Also displays an ally's vitals, ranging from health to the stress toll on their body. While she can read the streams of data constantly running across her retina, Mia's glasses serve as secondary platform when she wants to focus on a specific report, or to pull up a layout or map of the area. The eyes also give her a basic reading on a object's weight, height, core temperature, and a frailty rating. When focusing in on a living being it adapts to give the same data, but processes the frailty rating against visual damaged sustained or taken allowing a probability of how much more can be taken before the object or person becomes critical or broken. Since it's integrated into her and is essentially what gives her her sight, she can't turn it off. Everything she looks at feeds her data so she tries to avoid anomalies and irregularities that would overload her system causing a reboot reverting her back to being blind until it comes back online. World Earth Short Biography Mia was born blind, yet having been born to rich parents it was an easy fix. They had made their fortune off selling and trading new age items as well as products from Lucis to 3rd world countries; in return gaining access to ancient commodities that collectors would pay handsomely for. By the age of 5 Mia was undergoing treatments to restore sight, along with a few added upgrades, originally intended to help market and track values on the constant influx of trading goods. Personality Mia is extremely shy, having only been around her parents and personal tutors, she's had little real experience with the world outside her parents shop beside the adventurer or two coming into sell their wares. She only comes across as calm and collected when reiterating data, advising,or giving out tips and crucial information. Partner TBA Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Mia is weak against strong personalities, having always listened to her father's instructions, and her mother's constant stream of critiques and request giving her little time to adapt against them. She's also not psychically strong when it comes to direct combat, often finding herself facing larger opponents she's learned to stick to the back lines and avoid a direct area around any combatants, having no desire to attempt to scramble out of the way or get hit by wayward and direct attacks. She fears that she might have made the wrong choice, replying to the letter and that maybe she would be better off back home in the shop, constantly questioning what she's doing. Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Spending her youth organizing and handling the shipping dockets, Mia became naturally accustomed to reorganizing the data she records to fit certain scenarios and make it easier to recall, though only having her eyes rebuilt means she has the same processing power of most merchants and shop owners having learned to quickly skim reports and pick out what's needed, trying to access information too quickly can cause her eyes to throb and induce headaches. Her eyes have the ability to zoom in and out giving her a range of scope over areas, used to help find items in the warehouse or in the storefront. She's adapted it to focus on creatures movements, the tightening of a muscle before the energy is released, using that she couples it with data she's gather on different people's anatomy and psychic to gather a basic reading on an average persons capable limits but her data and assumption aren't always right so she continues to read on different anatomy and observes others to gain a more complete basis to work off of. She uses the same concept when it comes to combat, observing what attacks do instant damage or if they're prolonged, also if they're negated by certain psychical or magical Traits of their opponent, making assumptions and possible tactics to bypass it or if she can use that data to narrow down what would effective. Also being able to hone in on an enemy gives her a chance to look over the anatomy, gathering reference data and observing for any places where a capable attack would do the most damage. Tl;Dr: The more she observes the better her references and assumption will be, most of what she builds and plans are theories that are constantly changing until tested. Other When she has free time Mia is often found in a quiet place, generally either outside in one of the schools gardens or in the library reading and researchimg data on social interaction and self confidence. [/hider] [/center]

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All Done~~ Eveline is a special flower child~ ~ Alice

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Collab Thingy~ AliceInRedHeels&Card Captor

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Room 69

Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes

Blinking Mia looked up at the approaching figure, Mathew Holmes he said his name was with a deer in the headlight expression. ”N-nice to meet you as well…” came the demurred reply before his next action caught her completely off guard, her face flushing completely red as she quickly withdrew her hand. The glow from her eyes expanding with her eyes, as the last bit of what he said washed over her not entirely focused on that. Biting her lip slightly, she straightened tilting her head as she listened to him go on about not having to worry that he wouldn’t fight her. Though her eyes narrowed slightly in agitation at the suggestion she was weak, ”If I didn’t not wish to fight, mien herr, I would not be here.” the reaffirmation was more for herself, telling herself she did the right thing then it was for his benefit. Having said that, she ducked her head back down, letting her hair fall covering her glasses as she recalled the data from the few minutes previous from being trapped in the box. "Now Prove Your Worth" ”What did they mean by that…" Mathew bit back a curse 'it seems father was right; dealing with women really is like traversing a mine field.' Maintaining his smile, he said "I fear you misunderstood me; it was not my intention to claim you were weak. I of all people know that appearances can be deceiving. However not all of us are so eager to fight. Some might want to try and resolve conflict with words if at all possible. Not only that, but some of us are not...what was it that Jacob called it?" He mumbled the last part to himself "Ah, yes; 'front line fighters.'" Taking another good look at her, he thought to himself 'I wonder...just how many students are there right now without any direct combat ability are being forced to fight.' "Scheiße" The young girl muttered under her breath, of course the first time she actually acts like she has a voice would be the one time she makes an ass out of herself. Clearing her throat she opened her mouth to speak before fidgeting once more unsure of herself, looking back down at her lap toying with a loose hangnail. "A-ah....I d-didn't mean to o-offend..a-and p-people can be u-useful w-without always fighting.....r-right? She asked once more shyly peering up at him,waiting for an answer almost as if it would mean something to her as well before moving a stray piece of hair from her face, pleasantly surprised that he had not made such an issue over her eyes. 'It seems I might have to watch where I go in this conversation. It's almost as if she expects me to react badly.' Getting down on his knees so that they were at the same eye level, he responded "I never meant to imply otherwise." As he looked into her eyes, he got the feeling that something was...off about them, but he couldn't figure out what 'might be best not to mention it. Knowing my luck, it might be something that she's sensitive about.' Searching his mind for something to change the subject without looking too forced, he asked "since it seems that we'll be stuck in here for the forseeable future, is there anything that you would feel more comfortable talking about?" As Mathew moved in closure, Mia's eyes whirled slightly refocusing slightly as a new stream of data ran across it in bright white letters adding more information to the dossier building on the strange male in front of her. It accorded to her that he was doing all he could to console and make her feel more at ease, the realization brought a very small smile to the shy girl's face. Gulping slightly she took a shaky breath before gathering all her courage as the words left her mouth, "M-maybe we could get to know....e-eachother....it be...n-nice to have a f-friend here...I've n-never meet a Uni" Catching herself the girl looked down again, she forgot some found it unsettling when she used information most normal people wouldn't have, "..Lucian before..." she finished the last part in a barely audible mumble looking down again.. Mia caught herself too late; Mathew heard what she was about to say 'how? All she knows is my name, and yet she was able to learn what I truly am. That anyone could do so is most disturbing. Although I suppose I should count myself lucky that it first happened on the grounds of the Academy, seeing as I was already planing on not keeping it a secret here.' Recomposing himself, he said to her "many of us live in hiding for most of our live. I've been told by my mother that it's because our bodies contain a wealth of alcemical ingredients, the most valuable of which is our horns. Many of us live in constant fear of being discovered. Although I had already decided that I would not need to keep my true nature hidden in this school. Considering the vast amounts of powerful people here, no one would be foolish enough to raid this school for one Unicorn. I'm not sure how you were able to tell, but in the future, you might want to keep in mind just how terrified we are of being discovered." Then leaning over closer to her, he whispered in a conspiratorially voice "would you like to see it?" Her face flustered a deeper shade of red then it had been consistent at, as she caught on to the fact that he heard what she had tried to cover up looking more and more intently at her hands, "Entschuldigung...s-sorry...t-that sounds horrible..a-and...w-well... Fidgeting once more she tentatively reached up slowly pulling off her glasses, they hide most of the data stream unless she had information pulled up on the small platform, before looking at him again her hand's shaking..."I c-could tell.,.because my eyes don't lie...all they read it data...not illusion...or what thing's seem to be...just raw data..' She explained softly, blinking the glow from her eyes had intensified without the glasses to filter through and as the expanded wider at the notion of seeing an actual unicorn a small childlike wonder light up the small girls face. "Can I?" Mathew nodded "I did offer" Taking her question as a 'yes' he stood up and began his transformation. His body changing into raw white light as it was molded into an equine form with a horn, before becoming solid again. The entire process took roughly 10 seconds. "So...how do I look?" He asked, his voice coming from seemingly nowhere with a small echo to it. Lying down so that he was once again at eye level with her, he added "I must confess; I'm not used to others seeing me like this. In fact, this makes you the third person alive to ever see me in this form" he shook his head to get a stray piece of his mane out of his eyes A soft gasp caught in the girl's throat as she sat transfixed watching the boy change shapes, or perhaps reverting back to his original form was the best way to put it. "Why would anyone want to hurt something so regal? She asked shaking her head, perhaps it was because it was an animal and not a strange person that her stutter was gone. In fact the girl look visibly more relaxed and at ease then she did talking to the male not minutes ago. Blinking once realizing she forgot to put her glasses back on she did so hurriedly before bowing her head meekly at the confession of her being one of the few to see him in his natural form. "My thanks for this then, mien herr, it is a true pleasure." She replied still the well-mannered girl, however shy she many be, that her parents raised. Getting up slowly she stretched wincing slightly at the small tinge in her back from being holed up in the corner for so long. "If....if you do not wish to hide your true nature...will you stay in this form....or the other..?' Mia asked curiously before making a small loop around the box observing its dimensions, perhaps it was bigger on the inside? After all she couldn't imagine several of these being able to all fit in the main hall, or at least the section of it they were in. "You seem much more at ease. It seems I can add 'calming others down' as yet another ability my kind posses." he teased her good naturedly "as for your question; I do believe I'll be spending more time in my Human form. You never fully understand how useful hands are until you've had to go without it. Truth be told, our Human forms are not entirely a disguise. Unicorns have no 'true form', as it were. In fact, according to my mother, we don't even refer to this form as our 'Unicorn form.' While I have no memories of the incident, I was told that I was born in my Human form." he explained "But enough about me, I'd like to hear more about you Mia. I'm quite curious how your eyes gained such a strange abililty. I'm also wondering about a few words you have said that are quite strange to me...meinherr, was of them if I recall correctly. It leads me to believe that this is not the only language you speak." A soft giggle escaped the girl at the odd way he tried to speak German, before shaking her head, "Its not an ability...per say..these eyes are....not real..an upgrade if you wish...I was born blind you see. Came the soft reply as Mia looked back down at her shoes, pleased that her uniform was still reasonably presentable, glossing over a few details about her eyes. Shrugging slightly she turned back looking at Mathew, "Mein herr, it means sir. I had to learn Common to help my parents run their trading store, I kept track of all the stock and shipments, but when it's just us we speak German, its one of many Earth languages...does everyone on Lucian speak Common?" She asked curiously once more tilting her head to the side, as small quirk she maintained from her younger years whenever she was waiting on an answer. "I believe that there are small groups that have their own language on Lucian, but it's not very common. I honestly can't fathom a world with as many languages as I've heard that Earth has. How the people of your world ever got organized I fear I'll never be able to understand." Trotting over to her, he added "also, you need not be so formal with me. While my mother drove it into my head never to ask or guess a lady's age, I don't think it would be offensive of me to assume that we are roughly the same age, maybe even both first years. I'm not sure how things work in your home, but in mine, 'sir' is something we only call our elders, or our superiors in work. Last time I checked, I am neither of these to you." He added that last part with an audible smile. "Although I must admit; I find it fascinating that the technology to replace broken eyes exists, and is affordable enough for commercial use. Is that my any chance the reason why you wear glasses? Since I would assume that your eyes would already have perfect vision." "Ah! Sorry!' Mia said almost yelping if you would as she covered her mouth with her hands, it didn't even occur to her that she was being rude by being formal with someone her own age, "S-sorry..I'm not really used to dealing with people my own age...only grown up's come to the shop...' She admitted sheepishly, before mimicking his smile softly, a odd thought about just how long they would be stuck in these boxes crossed her mind, maybe this was a test of sorts.. Her mouth twitched into a slight grimace at the notion that her eyes came at a commercialized price before shaking her head, "Hmm, not really? Honestly I'm not sure what it would take to break these eyes...The glasses act as a screen. I can use it to focus on certain data, or pull up anything in the past that they've recorded..So at least I won't need to take notes." The last part was meant to be a joke, she hoped she had never really told one before, it felt very surreal to have a normal conversation with someone..she wondered how long it would last before her nerves got the better of her. Mathew chuckled "indeed, that does sound like a useful feature. It must save you a lot of time studying." He took a quick look at her face 'she seems to be growing more comfortable with me.' Suddenly, an idea came to him "you know Mia, you really should smile more often. You're so much more lovely when you do" A split second later, he began to worry 'was that too soon? Gah, it's to late to second guess yourself Mathew.' Racking his brain for some way to salvage the conversation, he asked her "Would you like to touch my mane? I've been informed that most girls like to pet the manes of normal horses. If you think it would help keep you at ease, then you are welcome to." The oddity of being complimented by a Unicorn was not lost on Mia, however her first and formost reaction was to turn a rather lovely shade of crimson red at this point it was a wonder that the small girl didn't pass out due to over stimulation. "A-a-ah...t-thanks..e-ehehee-heh' Came the stuttered reply, as she reverted back to her natural timid self, toying with a piece of hair suddenly finding the ground very interesting as she tried to keep her flushed face from being completely obvious. Looking up at the hastened suggestion of petting his mane, "W-wouldn't that be a l-little r-rude...?" She asked curiously not knowing many people that would willing let someone walk up and start playing with their hair, she figured it was akin to walking up and touching a pregnant woman's belly, rather strange to say the least. "I-it does..look..soft t-though.." She added on not wanting to insult someone that just might become her first friend here. "It's hardly rude if I'm the one to offer." Sitting down on the ground, he continued "You needn't worry so much Mia; I am not easily offend. Although, I fear I might have been too forward. So if I made you uncomfortable, then I apologize." "After all, I can see us interacting with each other much more in the future, so I think it best if we were both at ease around each other. If it's not too presumptuous of me, I dare say that we might even become friends. It would be nice to have someone to turn to here after all" "F-friends..? I'd like that." Mia said with a soft smile before tentatively reaching out and barely running her fingers over his mane, surprised by how soft and smooth it was unlike horses hair which generally falls on the coarse side of things.

Lantern

Edit: Finished ~Alice ~~~~~~~

Name: Eveline Lancer Age: 17 Appearance: A small girl of lithe build, even after years of picking and pruning wild flowers her hands have remained smooth and soft. Standing around 5'6" she's rather lanky and has been know as a fast runner. Probably from the long summers spent in the forest with her mother. Besides that her physic is rather unremarkable unless you count her obscure blue hair and blue eyes stark contrast against her pale skin. Occupation: Florist Personality: 'Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature.' They call Eveline a wild child, a changling,that she belongs with the fairyfolk of old. A happy child since birth, she's always seem the brightness in the world especially in the flowers. A giddy child, some would say she was touched in the head for her happy demeanour seemed to be her only trait. She spends her time skipping around with a flower crown and handing out flowers with a gentle smile on her face as if there was nothing wrong with the world. Yet Eveline is very observant, she watches and doesn't talk at most she'll tilt her head and smile or frown childishly in dispute. She hates modern things preferring to transverse the forest near her homes and take from nature, so is slightly frightened of metal tools and sciences. History: They say the girl was born to a hedgewitch in the forest, a witch of the wilds, a herb dealer, the one you call to save your failing wife, the midwife of the peasant folks. Her father was a gypsy they say, a wandering man who loved life and found the joy in the simplest things. A broad boisterous man, with a hearty laugh and a healthy appetite for many a thing. His wit was only matched with his quick hands, taking woman's purses and heart with an easy grace. Such a strange outcome the girl was, a flower child, they say she was born in a fairy circle, a gift from the forest and the young witch mother did little to dispel the rumors about her and her babe. A glimpse of superstitious in a barren town, to far from the kingdom to be told of newer things, they cling to the old and ancient believing the rumors and myths. Silly Mortals~ So the child grew up on the village fringes learning basic trades and letters but spent most of her time in the forest learning plants and flowers from her mother taking them into the village to sell and trade. And so the years passed in this manor and the girl grew into a teenager humming softly she walked down the roads a hand waving at the approaching caravan, it was fall and trade season they always came this time of year and she had still yet to figure out her farther or if he actually existed.

Quote by Susan Polis Schutz

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Box 69

Mia Betancourt & Mathew Holmes

Mia whimpered softly, the bright flash of light had interfered with her receptors and the data was blinking rapidly as it tried to sort itself, her right hand coming up to cover her eyes the headache and throbbing reminding her of the times she tried to read reports faster then she could process them. The last thing the small girl remembered was a bright box looming down from the ceiling and what her data classified as a witch riding along with it. It was her first time seeing magic, honestly the girl found herself enthralled by the show; albeit was a bit flashy the glowing numbers transcending into small boxes, as they encased their holders in an ethereal light. Hearing a males voice Mia shoot up quickly looking around, wincing as pain shoot through her head in reply to the quick movement. She locked eyes with a rather tall white haired male instinctively scooting backwards until she hit the wall of the box. Wait, box? Looking around Mia confirmed that she was subsequently trapped in a box, the data reading matching the boxes the woman earlier had summoned. Slowly gaining a bearing on her surroundings she focused once more one the male, unable to make eye contact as she timidly look up at him from her sitting position. Designation:Unicorn.:Sex:MaleHeight:~62inWeight:1100~lbsTemperature:100degreesClassification:Lucian/Beast… Blinking several times Mia looked from the display screen back up at the male, he looked human well besides the white hair, but her data was rarely wrong, it had a small glitch that didn’t allow it to process illusions even if she saw them visually. Realizing she was being rude the girl flustered farther into her corner before berating herself once more, ”H-Hello…” She called out her soft voice not carrying much farther from her person, hoping she wasn’t interrupting his self-conversation. ”My name is…Mia….” She offered slightly making no move to emerge from her corner, as she watching the strange man..err…male.. @Card Captor