LovelyAnastasia

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Avan was WONDERFUL in Tut too~ So lovely~

Shine City II: The Next Season

Ah! Me too! Me too! @MyCatGinger

Side Characters

Name: Kirimoto Tatsumia
Age: 19
Height: 6ft 3in
Weight: 140lb
Likes: His girlfriend, messing with people, making people angry, seeing girls cry, causing chaos
Dislikes: People who think they are better than him, uppity hero-types, vegetables, quitters, no being in control
Party Trick: Slight of hand that boarders on pickpocketing and petty theft and maybe stealing someone else's girl for the night.
Profession: He goes to his university classes, but won't tell people much of anything else he does. It probably isn't legal.
Bio/Personality: Best described as a boy with the smile of an angel and the heart of devil, Kirimoto is a sadist. It isn't fun for him unless he sees tears or blood. He and his girlfriend are always in an on again, off again relationship, which is pretty open for the most part since she likes having more gentle experiences and he loves people who can really keep up with his need to inflict pain. Kirimoto is wolfish, animalistic and can be the most mean-spirited boy for anyone to come across, but he can also be protective, loyal and knows how to treat anyone he is with like the gem they must be to be able to keep up with him.

He isn't as vibrant as his sister. In fact he's all the darkness while she is the light. And he may not like her very much, but only he is allowed to mess with her. It's usually one of the reasons he gets into fights so often, especially with the weirdos she always seems to be hanging around. Of course the other reason he gets into fights so often is because of his 'party tricks' and bad tendency to steal more than just someone's wallet.



Name: Reioji Kamutatsa aka Ouji-sama
Age: 20
Height: 6ft 5in
Weight: 147lb
Likes: innocent cute things, tea, people with manners, tears, being refined
Dislikes: Punks and low-lifes, macho men, actually most men, people not doing as they are told, losing control
Party Trick: He is not anyone's entertainer, everyone else is his entertainment
Profession: University student, musical prodigy, composer
Bio/Personality: Were you expecting Prince Charming? Oh dear, you must of passed him by ages ago to get to someone as dark and twisted as Reioji. A calm and collected person on the surface, this is a man with obsessive tendencies and even more arrogant ideals of grandure than most rich kids. Falling for him is like falling for a devil, because if you are unlucky enough to capture his attention, he'll play with you like a cat plays with a toy. Love doesn't exist. Only chemically induced obsession. So run, little red, run. This is one big bad wolf you don't want the misfortune of coming across.

Rolling Hills and The Crash Sea Below

Aibhilin crossed her arms over her chest and tried to keep a blank face, but she could feel guilty heat crawling up her neck and settling in her cheeks. So Lord Wolf had more than valid reasons. He just wanted to protect his village and family. Sounded familiar. But that didn't make it right. Surely... Surely there could be a better way for him to pay the debt and feed his people! Ransacking and violence could not be the only solution. There had to be another answer.

Tilting her head down, as she had done before to show her apology, she stayed like that for a moment. Her fingers gripped into her sleeves. When she raised her head, she met the very blue eyes she had resigned herself to try to avoid. Close. Very close. There was an instinct in her that she should either push him away or pull him in closer. Neither option seemed very logical. So she just tightened her grip on her arms.

What would she do if she were him? What would she of done? He looked tired and exasperated, a familiar look on any man she sent her tongue to. He turned on his heel to bathe and just before he closed the door, mentioned that he had a wee little sister of only three years in age. Ach, well... Aibhilin felt as though it had been she who were caught trying to pillage some small village and not the blue-eyed Viking. Right. His name was Haakon.

She waited outside, arms still crossed over her chest and head tilted down. With a sigh, she leaned against the door. If there was one thing she hated, it was knowing when she looked foolish. And she had looked more than foolish, it was one step away from being mortified. With a sigh, she let the man bathe in peace, practically standing guard at his door. Aibhilin felt bad, aye, but she still would not let him out of her sight. Who knew what sort of rake was still hiding under all that weariness? Boys and men would always say one thing and end up doing something else entirely. That much she knew wasn't just for McConnich men, but men from every land. And she wasn't one to take chances where her sisters' virtues were involved.

Rolling Hills and The Crash Sea Below

Aibhilin did her best to hide a scowl behind her smile. That was till she ended up alone with the blue-eyed ghostly brute. Hearing him speak made that false smile melt right back down into a scowl that could curdle milk. Whipping around on him she poked a finger at him, red faced and eyes blazing.

"Ye bet yer fancy fur covered tush yer not going to!" she whispered harshly,
"Ye think we all donna know that ye lot came here to do? You, Lord Wolf, mind yerself. You stay far from the maids around here and ye'll see yourself right as rain and on your kindly way in no time." Her bright green eyes burned and her jabbing finger turned itself into a fist.
"You..." she was practically shaking in anger,
"You, a-and yer blue eyes, stay faaaar away, alright? I know these halls like the back of me own hand. You step one wee toe outta line and I'll make yer pleasant lordly little stay a nightmare ta rival the Christian Hell! Ye hear?!"

She wanted to rail at him for things he might of done had they not stopped him and his men at the fields. It was a weakling's fear in her that had turned into an angry outburst. Ach, and even her voice had wavered when she had so harsh whispered what she really just wanted to wail. And what's more, she was angry at herself too. For letting this wolf sink into her head like a foolish girl who fancied fantasy over reality. No. She was not a girl. And she did not fancy any man, much less this one. He would prove himself to be ever bit as boorish and brutish and arrogant when he would run to her father to tattle on her for having a sharp tongue. Like the boy he was.

Sky God see her, she wanted to bury him in the ground as much as she wanted to sink into herself right now. A fine situation she had hissed her way into. Now he had her by the very tongue that she had so willingly lashed at him. Accursed temper! Why did that sound of the low and seemingly gentle voice make her flare up from her toes like keg of powder? She knew why. She had snapped at him because the hushed voice he had used on her had fit itself to those sky blue eyes; a fitting voice for a girlish daydream figure. And her reaction to it had tipped her temper over the edge. How could she let herself be so shamelessly effect by this-this-this barbarian?! Pretty eyes and honeyed voice be damned, he was still a wolf! And she would not, no, could not stand the thought of him using such foreign sorcery on her. Much less any other more innocent and girlish daydreaming lass in the village. If he could get to her so easily, he'd have the entire village's population of women folk on their knees begging to be stolen away by him in his dragon ship.

So help her she not let it happen. And she wouldn't let his Viking magic get to her either. Swooning girl, ha! She was a McConnich daughter of chieftain and warrior blood! Aibhilin refused to let some barbarian turn her into something she was not. Clicking her tongue at him, she lifted her head high and pointed to the metal basin before the hearth.

"That there is where they set the washing tub," she raised a brow, "Ye should wash yerself before supper, my Laird, and a set of clean clothes are on the bed." She waved a hand side to side. "I'll be outside yer door to see ye find yer way to the Great Hall." Keep you're enemies close they always said. Well she wasn't going to let him out of her sight.

Shine City II: The Next Season

Na ja, you both are naughtier than sin itself XD

Shine City II: The Next Season

@LovelyAnastasia The casino, the club, and flat on their ass in the middle of the street... (poor Nick).

@Takashi

Where is that post? How did I miss that XD

@Takashi@LovelyAnastasia

There's a lot of people at the arcade as well, not? Unless I missed them leaving, that is.

@KoL

Well I don't know since there is timeskip. And wouldn't the arcade be closed since it is now past nine? Oh thank you both for responding to my question ^^

Shine City II: The Next Season

Hm... Where is everybody's characters? The casino, the club... and anywhere else I'm missing?

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Chicogal
It's fine, as long as you're feeling better!

@Knight of Doom

Indeed and agreed! :3

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Kathleen McCloud

Theme Songs

Location: Dorm Parking Lot
Interacting With:No one at the moment, but watching Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Jonas Highwind (@Krayzikk, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow, @Onarax)

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Whitesnake played at a wonderfully high volume in a tiny beat up red car. Getting to keep her old noble stead had been a real nice gift, if you asked her. She liked her old car. It sure as creamy coffee beat walking around everywhere. Okay, maybe she could walk everywhere in the enclosed space surrounding the Academy, but her car was like her best friend. It just didn't feel right, not having it around. Drumming on her steering wheel, she belted out 'Give All Of Your Love' as she wiggled in her seat, driving at a luxuriously slow pace. It was kind of funny, the daughter of Zeus singing such a song. But then again, she wasn't exactly the standard Zeusy offspring.

Her hair was bright red instead of golden. Her face was round and sprinkled in light freckles, instead of well defined and a flawless tan. Even her hazel-green eyes rebelled against her father's linage of sky blue. Yes, she took after her mother more, that was for sure. But in personality? Maybe she really was like her father. She was stubborn and rebellious against her own father, just like he must of been with Kronos. But Kathy wasn't thinking of her more than neglectful daddykins at the moment. She was far more into the rockin' 80's hair band bursting through he speakers.

Finally parking her car, she opened the door, long legs in fitted faded jeans and wearing a sunny floral tank top. With her music still blasting as it changed to 'Still of the Night' another of her favorite Whitesnake songs, she bent down to reapply her violent ruby red lipstick. Grinning at her reflection, still feeling hyped up by the very 80s guitar rift, Kathleen gave herself a wink. Standing up straight she looked over the hood of her car. Resting one foot on the edge of the inside of her car, the other on the firm concrete, she gripped the door and took a good look around. Looked like any other town in Utah, didn't it? Not that she had ever really slunk around Utah, but she imagined it looked a little more ruffled than most towns. Like something had gone down before she had even gotten there.

Fitting. Seemed like anywhere she went, something having to do with godly powers had already effected her destination. With a smile to herself, she leaned against her car, letting the song finish itself first. A few people were hanging about. Two guys and two girls. All of them were cuties, but they looked real focused on whatever they heck they were talking about. With a small amused chuckle to herself, she turned the car off finally and closed the front door, going back around to the trunk. The red head got out a single bag, not really bothering with the rest of her luggage, and slung it over her shoulder, locking the beat up old car with a press of a button. Still watching the group, she decided she'd just jump right in. Sauntering right up to them, she tilted her head to the side and grinned.

"Hiya, boys and girls," she just couldn't help but look at each one of them slowly, grinning like a cat staring down mice, "Heard somethin' about food. You lot know where the best grub is? Cuz I'm staaarving." This time she gave them a wink and held up a hand, as if to show that she wasn't any threat or something. "Didn't mean to interrupt or anything. Just point me in the right direction," she looked the japanese boy up and down before grinning and finishing her sentence, "and I'll leave you alone... For now at least." With a small devious laugh, she looked at the others in the group and twisted a lock of red hair around her finger.

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Kathleen M. McCloud/Zeus

Kathleen

" Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit; and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in." - Aesop

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Theme Song

Personal Information

Name:
Kathleen Muira McCloud

Nickname:
Kathy, Leen Bean

Birth Date:
August 21

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Hetero

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Kathlee has her mother’s red hair, her mother's hazel green eyes and her mother’s slender nymph-like frame. The only thing she has that at all resembles her father, is the stubborn set of her mouth when she gets in a bad mood and the flashing fury that appears in her eyes when she is furious. But despite everything she is rather pretty. She is rather tall, always holding her head up high and standing with a straight back. Leggy and always looking rather mischievous when she smiles, the only thing people can ever seem to think of when first meeting her is that ‘she looks like trouble’. Just like the casually greying sky before a storm. And that’s just the way she likes it.

Clothing Style:
She prefers to wear colorful or funny tank tops to show off her arms and neck, but she isn’t very busty, so she sticks to her other attractive traits. Well-fitted jeans, floral skirts, summery dresses, and frayed shorts are also usually in her closet. But in the very back are hidden t-shirts with various comic book heroes on them as well as Star Wars and Star Trek tees. She only ever wears them to bed, but they are some of her favorites. She almost always wears tennis shoes or cute canvas shoes that have a pattern on them. Overall Kathy wears very summery looking clothes till the very last moment of warm weather. Then she layers up and bundles herself till she can’t feel an ounce of the horrible chilly air.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Doing the opposite of what she’s told to do
• Plenty of Folksy Covers of Songs on Youtube, Folk, and 80s Pop Music
• Making people think she is a total sl*t and then turning them down.
• Swimming, Shopping and Eating junk food
• Thunder storms and rain
• Dancing, Partying and Ignoring authority
• Campy 80s movies of any kind

Dislikes:

• People thinking she is some blonde jock-strap moron
• Roaming hands and entitled creeps
• People thinking she can’t take care of herself
• Being cold, like ever
• Being serious about things that put her in vulnerable positions
• Bad jokes that are just bad

Fears:

• Ending up like her mother
• Dying alone
• Small, dark cramped places underground

Habits:

• Going too far with her jokes and not taking things seriously enough.
• Making it rain inside when she is frustrated.
• Twirling her hair around her finger.
• Avoiding serious emotional topics.

Personality:

♦ Expressive ♦ Stubborn ♦ Two-Sided ♦ Competitive

Kathy may seem like the over confident and competitive daughter of someone incredibly powerful, but she is quite rebellious against her father’s reputation. She tries get others to see her as someone on their own level, hating any special treatment he the children of the Big Three usually get. She is tough, but it more of an internal toughness than just her durable lean body. She puts up acts that make her appear to be flirtatiously fickle, like most would want to believe, but she is a straight up shy kind of girl, thanks to her father’s treatment of her mother. Resentful of how he could just throw both of them away after turning their lives upside down, she absolutely refuses to be like him. In fact she hates the very idea of her even being a Demi deep down. She was the reason her mother got tossed into anguish. She was the reason her mother was always so unhappy and fearful. She was the reason everything went wrong in the end. And it was all her father’s fault for even allowing her to exist. But she won’t ever let anyone see that side of her. Not on purpose. No, she still has her father’s pride. She won’t allow herself to seem weak. Not in front of anyone fickle or at all like her father or those horrible golden sons of his.

Background:
Kathy was a mistake. She grew up with a single mother who, while not meaning to, seemed to constantly remind her of that fact. When she didn’t do well on a spelling test or got into a fight, her mother would wear the same expression she usually wore when looking at her, thinking Kathy wasn’t paying attention. It was a ball of leaden self-hatred her parents gave her along with her temper and stubborn streak. It was easy to keep an unwanted mistake hidden from Hera, Queen of the Gods, Wife of Zeus. He simple threw away anything to do with the red haired woman and her red haired daughter. He moved on to another lover. Simple as that. Her mortal mother always tried to tell her that her father was a wealthy and powerful man, someone who would lose too much if he ever came to rescue them from their crappy apartment and even crappier life. Little Kathy, only six years old, got hatred for her inheritance, not a life with a loving father and mother. Just regret and discontentment.

When she turned thirteen her mother got a husband. A horrible, leering man with hands that haunted Kathy’s nightmares. If he didn’t visit her on those dark night, when her mother was passed out drunk, she’d still have cold-sweat nightmares about the horrible man with monstrous hands that she could never out run. But the little girl never complained, never cried, never screamed for help. She’d just glare and turn coldly silent, a slowly building storm in her hazel-green eyes. Then one night her mother woke from her stupor and found her husband groping her daughter. And that same face from Kathy’s childhood crossed her mother’s features, before the woman turned her back and left the room.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With a violent roar, wind smashed through the window of her room and tore into a spiral around her. Her hazel-green eyes were as bright as lightning as she hovered above her tormentor, the man who starred in her never ending nightmares, cowering at her feet. The tempest thrummed like a heart beat inside her. It was the first real comfort she had felt in such a long time. Lightning flashed across the sky and burned itself down into the floor. A man with golden hair and sky blue eyes, broad bare shoulders and smile lines around his cold, pursed mouth…

Anger pulsed through the little girl. Why was this man stopping her?! What right did he have to keep her from exacting justice?! The shining man put up a hand and the tempest around the little girl was silenced. Still hovering above her bed, the little girl started to cry. No, more like wailed. She screamed about every single thing she had ever kept bottled in and the cold faced, golden man softened.

Kathy’s mother had returned to the room when the lightning had flashed into the room. She stood, smiling, like she never had before, at the golden man who radiated power. He turned to the cowering mortal man at his feet and in a bright flash of light sent him somewhere Kathy would later find out was a hell built just for him, his own eternal residence in Tartarus. Seemed like it was one of those rare moments when Zeus and Hades ever actually agreed on anything.

In his single act of care towards his daughter, he put a haze over her mother’s mind. Brushing any memory of him or her now ex-husband with a wave of his hand. With an empty heart and hazy mind, it was the only way to ever get the mortal woman to truly care and love her daughter. But Kathy could remember. Remember the nightmares, the silent torture, and the crushing defilement that made her want to claw her skin from off her bones…

That night went unexplained for a long time, till a swan settled in the yard of their new trailer when Kathleen turned sixteen. It explained how she was a daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods, Ruler of All the Sky Touched. The swan answered any question the young girl asked and even ones she hadn’t. It also gave her a single gift, the only token she’d ever receive from her biological father. A small golden bird at the end of a thin golden chain. What it does, she still does not know. But the swan told her it would all be clear to her one day.

Soon she got accepted into Olympus Academy where she would learn to master her so-called gifts and meets other demi-gods like her. Including any sons and daughters of a certain God of All Gods. She was the born daughter of one of the Big Three. But that didn’t mean a mistake like her would ever be expected to become anything more than a passing regret defiled by mortal hands. Good thing she has made it her goal in life to get the recognition she deserves. She’d stubborn like that. Wonder why.

Extra: Kathy loves Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice, which is pretty odd considering she doesn’t believe in love at all.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Zeus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Bitter on her part and distant on his. To put it bluntly, she thinks he’s an a**hole who ruined her mothers life and made the mistake of letting her be born. Her father has always favored his sons. It’s unfair and she is not willing to forgive him any time soon. Screw that guy and anyone like him.

Godly Abilities:
Stormy Weather Around Here – While most sons of Zeus have superhuman strength or superhuman lightning throwing powers or superhuman idiocy, she’s got the power over storm clouds. You want rain, tornado or wind? Of course, be careful what you wish for. She isn’t exactly all that good at quality and quantity control just yet.

Up, Up and Away – Flying is one of the most terrifying and amazing things ever. But you are crazy if you think she has any control over it at all. It happens all the time when she sleeps. Some nights she’ll wake up on the ceiling and fall right onto the floor. It’s kind of irritating. Good thing she doesn’t bruise easy.