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My character ap. for Primrose Academy~ not even sure how I managed to pull this off in nothing but half a day~ > 3<

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Name : Aleister
Age : 19
Height : 173cm
Gender : male
Dorm : Hell

Ability : [ mnemonic ] the ability to pinpoint the exact location of a person or other living being such as animals or plants after 'registering' them.
Limitations : In order for Aleister to be able to tell someone's location he must first imprint on them, which is as easy as touching them -or a DNA sample such as hair or saliva-. This registers them with their own unique imprint which he can later track and locate if he wishes so. He can also track someone down, but only sense their generic distance and direction, if he is brought in contact with that person's belongings. Aleister's power works only within the defined border of the city he's in at the moment.
Remuneration : Aleister has to give away an article of clothing he is wearing at the moment. This is the reason he has taken to wearing more than one shirt or scarves.

Personality : Quite the laziest person you will probably ever meet, Aleister is a firm believer in procrastination and a regular victim of mistakes that occur during to rushing at the very last moment. Most usually, he's relaxed and embraces the more earthen qualities of life, appreciating simple things like nature or more complex processes such as the human mind. However passive, he can sometimes also be q little forward and playful, but that's probably only because he's also very curious, hiding behind his mask of ever gentle apathy. There's a dry sense of humor in him that makes it hard for people to get what he's laughing at when he does.

As much of a flaw as it is a virtue, Al prefers to see things as they are, although his narrow-mindedness often stands in the way causing him to as for definitions or ruling things out as 'strange'. Aleister also enjoys trying to apply his logic to his conversations but they usually end up more irrational than if he hadn't tried.

Aleister can only rarely be witnessed in his more 'active' states in any case and that is usually either when it benefits him in one way or another or when all hell is about to break loose.

The Past : There is little to speak of the quiet, long, peaceful times Aleister spent as a child. They had been both a blessing and a gift and he had found infinite solace in the hours he spent in the care of his mother and father and the company of his little sister. He had a perfectly normal childhood, perhaps being even slightly more sheltered than other children, even. At the time he thought those quiet days would go on endlessly, that this invisible thread that bound him to his present would never be broken. However, good things are always destined to end at some point in time and for Al this happened when he first discovered he was turned. The circumstances that led up to the revelation were convoluted enough to be explained properly in a few sentences but they didn't quite matter as much as the fact his little sister had gotten lost did.

The fact remained even as he ran out in the streets together with his parents to try and get her back, Irene had been nowhere to be found. They searched and searched and kept searching but there had been no trace of her... until Aleister was finally able to tell where she was, as if a hidden third eye had been opened to him, revealing the path leading up to a certain place, or rather, a certain person. He couldn't really understand what it was but he didn't dare speak, finding it an irrelevant issue when compared to their real problem. And so, Irene was saved and Al found himself slowly drowning in his lack of a sense of identity; and he had been only fourteen years old.

Of course he knew; it was impossible not to know. Everybody whispered, everybody pointed. There were 'dolls' and 'contractors' people that weren't like 'normal' people were. At least his own abilities had gone by unnoticed... but for how long he couldn't know. His power had been secretive enough, however his mother slowly started suspecting his remuneration. Because it simply wasn't normal for a child, even as scatter-minded as he was to be losing clothes everywhere all the time... and eventually, when she confronted him about it he chose to run away instead of trying to explain.

The Present : moments have an elusive quality about themselves. They are just here and the next gone, whisked away by the clock hands dropping the one after the other, in eternal repetition. Things go the way they go, time races onwards, the water flows, and entropy only increases as it goes. Ironically enough, Al had passed himself as an observer of the whole deal all along. He lived off of his reputation for giving good advice and the money he was making by working odd jobs twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. But it was okay, it felt good to be able to sustain himself together with his small home. It was amusing, if not anything else, to be there, to watch, to seek, pay the price for looking just a little further than he normally could, be chased out after his services were through as an ill omen and repeat. Everybody was trapped in the cycle and there was no way out, or was it...?

His own escape came in the form of an assertive young man who so happened to be a Doll. Quite honestly he hadn't expected it to happen, though. He had just finished an unexpected 'assignment' that had cropped up and was returning home, bemoaning the fact nobody was around so he could pay the price for using his power already instead of saving it for later. At that moment he had appeared in front of him and Aleister, had simply done like so many times before, removing his scarf and throwing it at the boy who not only didn't seem surprised or trying to give it back but also thanked him to top it off. At that moment an observer had jumped him and since it looked soft enough to accommodate one prodding finger he had poked it only to realize, moments later, that it had been the boy's and that he was a Doll. The name of the Doll was Idek, his observer nicknamed 'Fishie' and after asking if he was a Doll also, to receive a negative response he proposed an alliance and like the fool he was Aleister took it.

And that was how his life at the side of Idek begun. Two years later, finally living under the same roof, Aleister has grown to be quite fond of his partner who he considers his best friend and closest semblance to a real 'normal' family. The pursuit of 'normality' is perhaps Aleister's greatest, most faraway dream, maybe simply because its unattainable.

Partner : 's [link] (Idek)

Description

My character ap. for Primrose Academy~ not even sure how I managed to pull this off in nothing but half a day~ > 3<

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Name : Aleister
Age : 19
Height : 173cm
Gender : male
Dorm : Hell

Ability : [ mnemonic ] the ability to pinpoint the exact location of a person or other living being such as animals or plants after 'registering' them.
Limitations : In order for Aleister to be able to tell someone's location he must first imprint on them, which is as easy as touching them -or a DNA sample such as hair or saliva-. This registers them with their own unique imprint which he can later track and locate if he wishes so. He can also track someone down, but only sense their generic distance and direction, if he is brought in contact with that person's belongings. Aleister's power works only within the defined border of the city he's in at the moment.
Remuneration : Aleister has to give away an article of clothing he is wearing at the moment. This is the reason he has taken to wearing more than one shirt or scarves.

Personality : Quite the laziest person you will probably ever meet, Aleister is a firm believer in procrastination and a regular victim of mistakes that occur during to rushing at the very last moment. Most usually, he's relaxed and embraces the more earthen qualities of life, appreciating simple things like nature or more complex processes such as the human mind. However passive, he can sometimes also be q little forward and playful, but that's probably only because he's also very curious, hiding behind his mask of ever gentle apathy. There's a dry sense of humor in him that makes it hard for people to get what he's laughing at when he does.

As much of a flaw as it is a virtue, Al prefers to see things as they are, although his narrow-mindedness often stands in the way causing him to as for definitions or ruling things out as 'strange'. Aleister also enjoys trying to apply his logic to his conversations but they usually end up more irrational than if he hadn't tried.

Aleister can only rarely be witnessed in his more 'active' states in any case and that is usually either when it benefits him in one way or another or when all hell is about to break loose.

The Past : There is little to speak of the quiet, long, peaceful times Aleister spent as a child. They had been both a blessing and a gift and he had found infinite solace in the hours he spent in the care of his mother and father and the company of his little sister. He had a perfectly normal childhood, perhaps being even slightly more sheltered than other children, even. At the time he thought those quiet days would go on endlessly, that this invisible thread that bound him to his present would never be broken. However, good things are always destined to end at some point in time and for Al this happened when he first discovered he was turned. The circumstances that led up to the revelation were convoluted enough to be explained properly in a few sentences but they didn't quite matter as much as the fact his little sister had gotten lost did.

The fact remained even as he ran out in the streets together with his parents to try and get her back, Irene had been nowhere to be found. They searched and searched and kept searching but there had been no trace of her... until Aleister was finally able to tell where she was, as if a hidden third eye had been opened to him, revealing the path leading up to a certain place, or rather, a certain person. He couldn't really understand what it was but he didn't dare speak, finding it an irrelevant issue when compared to their real problem. And so, Irene was saved and Al found himself slowly drowning in his lack of a sense of identity; and he had been only fourteen years old.

Of course he knew; it was impossible not to know. Everybody whispered, everybody pointed. There were 'dolls' and 'contractors' people that weren't like 'normal' people were. At least his own abilities had gone by unnoticed... but for how long he couldn't know. His power had been secretive enough, however his mother slowly started suspecting his remuneration. Because it simply wasn't normal for a child, even as scatter-minded as he was to be losing clothes everywhere all the time... and eventually, when she confronted him about it he chose to run away instead of trying to explain.

The Present : moments have an elusive quality about themselves. They are just here and the next gone, whisked away by the clock hands dropping the one after the other, in eternal repetition. Things go the way they go, time races onwards, the water flows, and entropy only increases as it goes. Ironically enough, Al had passed himself as an observer of the whole deal all along. He lived off of his reputation for giving good advice and the money he was making by working odd jobs twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. But it was okay, it felt good to be able to sustain himself together with his small home. It was amusing, if not anything else, to be there, to watch, to seek, pay the price for looking just a little further than he normally could, be chased out after his services were through as an ill omen and repeat. Everybody was trapped in the cycle and there was no way out, or was it...?

His own escape came in the form of an assertive young man who so happened to be a Doll. Quite honestly he hadn't expected it to happen, though. He had just finished an unexpected 'assignment' that had cropped up and was returning home, bemoaning the fact nobody was around so he could pay the price for using his power already instead of saving it for later. At that moment he had appeared in front of him and Aleister, had simply done like so many times before, removing his scarf and throwing it at the boy who not only didn't seem surprised or trying to give it back but also thanked him to top it off. At that moment an observer had jumped him and since it looked soft enough to accommodate one prodding finger he had poked it only to realize, moments later, that it had been the boy's and that he was a Doll. The name of the Doll was Idek, his observer nicknamed 'Fishie' and after asking if he was a Doll also, to receive a negative response he proposed an alliance and like the fool he was Aleister took it.

And that was how his life at the side of Idek begun. Two years later, finally living under the same roof, Aleister has grown to be quite fond of his partner who he considers his best friend and closest semblance to a real 'normal' family. The pursuit of 'normality' is perhaps Aleister's greatest, most faraway dream, maybe simply because its unattainable.

Partner : 's [link] (Idek)