Vocalia

Myth Academy (PG-13)

Muh CS

Name: Ajala Singh

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Naga, or Nagini for her specific gender

Appearance:

(Picture by Nasnet from Deviantart. Her lower half is that of a king cobra with a more subtle shade.)

Personality: Calm, reserved and coming off as being quiet most of the time, Ajala doesn't shun social interactions and is quite happy to hang out with other students, but she isn't particularly gregarious and prefers to be left alone. Even though she might seem dismissive of comments made about her, she nonetheless appreciates suggestions, advices and critiques from others unless they have anything to do with her appearance, namely the shade of her scales, skin or both, or her diet, due to her preference for vegetables to animal products although she can and will eat both with no problems. The Nagini is quite patient in the face of problems and antics of other students, but that doesn't mean she is incapable of being angry. Ajala feels most at home when surrounded by nature, especially plants, and is more inclined to help others who care for their environment even at a small scale, but woe to those who destroy or pollute nature, for they will earn her long-lasting, and often violent, grudge. People who betray her trust or mistreat her will also learn that she, like many other Nagas and Naginis, are notoriously vengeful and will utilize her hydrokinetic ability without impunity.

Club/Sport: Gardening

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Wat?

Also, yes, I watch KLK.

Myth Academy (PG-13)

I'm making my CS, but I'd like to consult you for an appropriate creature, Spawnling.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

I know I'm late to the Kill La Kill bandwagon and all. :p

Fairy Tail: The Fae Chronicles

I hate high school. Worst 6 years of my life. Glad that I'm now busy as a grad student.

Fairy Tail: The Fae Chronicles

It's summer in Australia and my holiday extends from end of November to mid February. The regular semester starts on the 24th of February. :P

By that time, I'll be burying myself into my Masters degree.

Fateful Convergence

Hayley knew no words would ever relieve the swirling sorrow she felt upon having to recall the memory of her late mother's demise, but she took a small comfort in Isaac's sympathy for her past and mustered a small smile. "Hey, now. No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong anyway. Isn't it natural for anyone with a brain cell to ask that, given what I've said? I mean, I know I would!" With a bemused chuckle, she gently placed one hand on top of his own and looked at him in the eyes, seeing his own guilt written all over the steel grey orbs. "Besides, I couldn't care less about what happened to that dick anyway. Don't worry about that. Now sit back down and let me finish cooking our food. I'm not about to let any of us go hungry, after all!"

Fateful Convergence

The moment the word 'parents' left his lips, Hayley, who had now moved to cutting a loaf of bread for herself, stabbed her knife into the bread. At first, she gritted her teeth in a raw show of deep-seated fury, her eyes darkened with a burning hatred, and her hands curled into a hard fist, even the one holding the grip of the knife. After a while, Hayley gradually calmed down as she took a deep breath and managed to bring herself back in self-control.

With her composure back, she turned back to her stabbed loaf of bread and replied, "My dad's an absolute scum. He's the reason I have to survive on my own for seven years. I've lived with him since I was ten, but he would barely stay at home for a day. The bastard's too busy getting his ass drunk, conning suckers left and right and fucking bitches like a dog in heat. By the time I was twelve, he'd only come home every few hours or so so the social service didn't grill his slimy ass for leaving a minor unattended. I gotta thank the old fucker for one thing though. With him beating me most of the time he was home, I learned to fight back pretty quickly. By the time I was old enough to be considered an adult, I ditched him right away. Mind you, I tried turning to whatever 'help' I supposedly have, but things didn't change no matter how hard I tried to get 'help'."

Letting what she told Isaac sink into his mind, she came to the one part she still recall with anguish and despair. "As for my mom, she's busy being six feet under nowadays. I used to live with her after she divorced that fucking poor excuse of a sperm donator until I found her dead the night of my tenth birthday. All I was told about was that she didn't die of a natural cause, but nobody had the balls to investigate her death further." Her voice no longer bore the carefree, cheerful tone she had previously and, instead, took a dark and vengeful tone.

Fateful Convergence

"Scrambled? Sure, that should be easy!" Hayley replied without missing a beat as she grabbed a bowl, cracked two eggs into it and started whisking them up. When Isaac asked her about the period of her solitary life, she hummed for a while, then turned back to him and said, "Technically, I've only lived on my own for two years, but if we're going for more details, I've been surviving on my own ever since I was twelve so that's like, what, seven years?" The way she talked about it made it sound as if being independent wasn't something she found particularly surprising or uncommon, giving her shrouded background a touch of mystery.

Fateful Convergence

The more she heard him talk, the more she found amusement in his reaction. Despite his numerous scars and toned musculature, he seemed rather even-tempered and appeared to have a decent head on his shoulders. "Eh, I can always whip up some food for breakfast, but nothing too fancy. Fancy some bacon and egg? I normally have an egg in a basket or sunny side up. How would you like yours? My treat, by the way." Backing away to give Isaac his personal space back, Hayley moved towards the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs, some bread and a pack of rasher bacon, putting them near the cutting board as she waited for his response.