"I'd like to be excused to go to the restroom..." Itoe finally stood up after ten minutes of total quiet in the classroom. Students turned their heads to stare at her as she walked out of the class, keeping her stoic wall of composure. Class grew rather boring for her, so the girl decided to wander about the halls, her short black hair trailing behind her as she took long strides.
Out of all of the schools, why was Itoe sent to a public school? The amount of idiots that lazed around the hall and joked were astounding and Itoe hated every minute of being close to those commoners, they had no control and barely had enough money to afford lunches. They have the audacity to stare at her, call out her name, speak with her as if she were a fellow student? Sickening.
Her delicate face had a scowl on it as she walked down the hall, her attention was elsewhere at the moment.
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Everyday was the same; Wake up, eat, go to school. An endless cycle that only pauses momentarily in the summer. We were all puppets, no matter how rebellious or 'unique' we were.
Itoe sat in her math class, her attention was focused on the blank lined piece of paper in front of her. She didn't appear to pay attention, nor did she care anyways, she could easily take notes from an unsuspecting victim. The girl appeared to lost in her thoughts, her eyes were blank and almost devoid of life. The fingertips of her right hand gently pulled and twirled her extremely short black hair, a slight habit that she picked up as a child whenever she felt bored. A small sigh managed to escape her lips as she turned the blank page over to another blank page as a futile attempt to look like she was actually reading something.
Itoe was intelligent and passed all of her classes with flying colors, so currently, school work wasn't important to her.
Itoe sat in her math class, her attention was focused on the blank lined piece of paper in front of her. She didn't appear to pay attention, nor did she care anyways, she could easily take notes from an unsuspecting victim. The girl appeared to lost in her thoughts, her eyes were blank and almost devoid of life. The fingertips of her right hand gently pulled and twirled her extremely short black hair, a slight habit that she picked up as a child whenever she felt bored. A small sigh managed to escape her lips as she turned the blank page over to another blank page as a futile attempt to look like she was actually reading something.
Itoe was intelligent and passed all of her classes with flying colors, so currently, school work wasn't important to her.
5'3"
48 kg
Name: Itoe Fujimoto
Nickname(s): Itoe, Fuji-chan, Ice Queen, Mt. Fuji
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Nationality: Japanese
Personality: Itoe is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. She describes people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead. In-spite of her pride, Itoe is shown to be a very pragmatic and extremely determined woman, willing to cast aside pride and appearances and putting herself in dangerous situations as well as use whatever means necessary in order to secure victory.
In spite of her cold exterior and strong personality, Itoe is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she comes to care a great deal for her friends.
Biography: Itoe was born into a filthy rich family. At a young age she was taught to be obedient and non-hesitant when listening to her family's orders. She was raised by an elderly nanny who was mute. The elderly nanny communicated through writing on a notepad. Itoe had a good life, other than the strict discipline, she was spoiled to the fullest.
Crush: None at the moment, though this is open.
Other: She has an affinity for small animals.
I am interested.
"How long must I wait?" Ophelia stood beside her four guards and placed her hands on her hips, her long black hair was picked up by small winds that cooled down the melting queen.
"Uhm I don't know-"
"It was a rhetorical question..." She stopped the guard once more.
The five foreign bodies waited for the kingdom's reigning king to come and greet them. While Ophelia remained in her stoic position, her other guards lollygagged beside the horses, most likely sweating under their heavy clad armor. Ophelia's kingdom was known for their strict military training and walled cities, but her guards at the moment did not look up to their expectation. She couldn't argue nor throw a fit, her guards weren't used to the heat, it was quite the opposite actually, most soldiers would fight their wars in colder climates to fend off the northern kingdoms. The southern kingdoms were much more pleasant.
Supposedly... It was cold where they were?
"Pardon?" Ophelia murmured, she followed behind the king. She snapped her fingers and signaled for her four guards to follow.
"Uhm I don't know-"
"It was a rhetorical question..." She stopped the guard once more.
The five foreign bodies waited for the kingdom's reigning king to come and greet them. While Ophelia remained in her stoic position, her other guards lollygagged beside the horses, most likely sweating under their heavy clad armor. Ophelia's kingdom was known for their strict military training and walled cities, but her guards at the moment did not look up to their expectation. She couldn't argue nor throw a fit, her guards weren't used to the heat, it was quite the opposite actually, most soldiers would fight their wars in colder climates to fend off the northern kingdoms. The southern kingdoms were much more pleasant.
Supposedly... It was cold where they were?
"Pardon?" Ophelia murmured, she followed behind the king. She snapped her fingers and signaled for her four guards to follow.
The caravan grew warm, and soon the temperature was unbearable. Ophelia could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead causing her to cringe lightly. The noblewoman banged the wall of the caravan. "Move quicker," She demanded. The guards spurred the horses that pulled the caravan causing them to move much faster than they were earlier. The pathway they walked along was bumpy and as their speed increased, the tension on the wheels grew higher and Ophelia could feel the difference.
At this rate, Ophelia might die of a heat stroke. The noblewoman attempted to keep her cool composure by closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. The heat is only momentary, soon you'll be inside a nice, cool castle and a cold drink... She removed her white gloves and placed her right hand over her forehead, wiping off the sweat that slowly began to collect. The Ice Queen is melting.
"Queen... Queen Ophelia..." A guard opened the door of the caravan. It appeared as though Ophelia fell asleep during the ride as a futile attempt to get rid of her crankiness and ignore the blazing heat. "What is it?" She murmured as she sat up and put her gloves back up.
"We're here. We made it to the meeting place." The guard stepped aside and let Ophelia exit the caravan.
"Good... How long has the ride been?" The noblewoman asked as she adjusted her jacket.
"It has only been a few hours, I thought you were dead-"
"That's enough." She stopped him before he went on with his meaningless prattle. It appeared as though she was slightly early to this little get together.
At this rate, Ophelia might die of a heat stroke. The noblewoman attempted to keep her cool composure by closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. The heat is only momentary, soon you'll be inside a nice, cool castle and a cold drink... She removed her white gloves and placed her right hand over her forehead, wiping off the sweat that slowly began to collect. The Ice Queen is melting.
"Queen... Queen Ophelia..." A guard opened the door of the caravan. It appeared as though Ophelia fell asleep during the ride as a futile attempt to get rid of her crankiness and ignore the blazing heat. "What is it?" She murmured as she sat up and put her gloves back up.
"We're here. We made it to the meeting place." The guard stepped aside and let Ophelia exit the caravan.
"Good... How long has the ride been?" The noblewoman asked as she adjusted her jacket.
"It has only been a few hours, I thought you were dead-"
"That's enough." She stopped him before he went on with his meaningless prattle. It appeared as though she was slightly early to this little get together.
Surprisingly, I'm still in this, but I'm currently stuck.
Ophelia had been awake, long before the sun had risen. She was preparing for a world meeting, something that she didn't bother to attend, though her mood has lightened somewhat.
The queen was fixing the collar of her jacket, making herself seem presentable. It was odd to see a woman wearing something other than a dress, and often times it was considered to be barbaric, but at least the girl was clothed. After the girl considered herself to be well dressed, she turned around and began walking out of her room. "Prepare the caravan." She yelled at a handmaid that stood outside, waiting for her. The handmaid quickly nodded and shuffled off, notifying the other servants that the queen was now leaving the kingdom. While the girl would be gone, she would put her trust into her First Lieutenant.
"The Queen is leaving!" The voice of the servant echoed throughout the kingdom which has barely woken up. This caused several disruptions, forcing people to open their windows and watch as the queen entered her caravan and headed down the cobblestone path, thus beginning her journey to the meeting place of the kingdoms.
The queen was fixing the collar of her jacket, making herself seem presentable. It was odd to see a woman wearing something other than a dress, and often times it was considered to be barbaric, but at least the girl was clothed. After the girl considered herself to be well dressed, she turned around and began walking out of her room. "Prepare the caravan." She yelled at a handmaid that stood outside, waiting for her. The handmaid quickly nodded and shuffled off, notifying the other servants that the queen was now leaving the kingdom. While the girl would be gone, she would put her trust into her First Lieutenant.
"The Queen is leaving!" The voice of the servant echoed throughout the kingdom which has barely woken up. This caused several disruptions, forcing people to open their windows and watch as the queen entered her caravan and headed down the cobblestone path, thus beginning her journey to the meeting place of the kingdoms.
Sure, why not.
manapool1 said
please don't hurt us....
Am I really that aggressive?
Jesus
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