Welcome to Gaia! ::

[The ties to the mansion don't have to be direct, but still have to somehow be tied to the place's past, through one's ancestors, etc. For example, one's...great great great [etc] grandfather could have been a priest there. But you're accepted, though you can still revise]

Shizukah woke up, quaking in terror. It wasn't the contents of the drem that disturbed her, because as yet it was vague and she didn't really know what happened. And she couldn't even remember it when she awoke, except a feeling of uncontrolable terror. It seemed whatever was getting her best friend was after her now, too. Rising from her bed, she left it messy and headed for the shower, trying to shake off her fear. She felt much better by the time she got out and dressed then headed for school, grabbing a cereal bar on the way out. She jumped in the Rolls Royce and the driver headed for school. Fifteen minutes later she was unloading her books into her locker. She slammed it shut and leaned her back against it, smiling at the cute boys who walked by and waiting for Tsukaana, who had the locker next to her.

Come on, Tuskaana, where are you? We're gonna be late for home room if you don't hurry up...

She mumbled under her breath.

((Revised...

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Gaian Name: HereticX
Name: Jin "Shiro" Shirota
Age: 18
Appearance: Short grey hair (no word on if it's dyed), blue eyes. He's slim and fit.
Bio: He was a transfer student from elsewhere, and when he started, he was rather shy and had a hard time making friends, and got in fights and such. When he finally started to come out of his shell and make friends and all that good stuff, he made the mistake of hanging out with this group; now he's been pulled into the nightmare.
His connection...apparently, one of his ancestors was a thief who stole from the mansion.

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Sound a bit better?
Can't decide where he's from yet...I'll either revise again, or I'll elaborate in RP. Perhaps somewhere outside of Japan...maybe inside...perhaps Osaka (though the accent would be tough to pull off)...
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Shiro rolled out of bed, groaning. He couldn't shake a feeling of dread, and he felt as if he'd barely slept.
"This is will be fine day..." he grumbled, as he washed up and dressed for school.


Arriving at school, he went to his locker and ordered his books and his bag. Looking at the girl leaning against a nearby locker he greeted her "Hello Shizuka-san. How are you?"

"It is no problem, Shizuka-san." he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"I am alright, thank you." he said, despite the bags under his eyes saying otherwise. "Just a little tired, I guess."

He smiled. "Yes, Friday is always nice. And the party should be fun."

Gaian Name: rhichi
Name: Rhiannon (last name unknown)
Age: about 500...but she looks 16
Appearence: She's about 5'6", with her height raised when she's floating. With her translucency included, she's extremely pale. She has long blonde and naturally highlighted hair, which has a silver glow to it. Her eyes are the only thing that look alive. They resemble emeralds, with blue rims and hazel around the pupils. She is seen in a tan bodice, white undershirt, and long dark green skirts that cover her black tattered boots. She carries a sword and two daggers in her belt, and a bow and arrow are over her back.
Bio: Rhiannon was alive in 1500's Wales, where she was orphaned at a young age during a siege on her village. She grew up in a peaceful pagan town until she was captured by the same rival clan that killed her family captured her. She escaped, taking the weapons with her that she always carries. She lived out her life mostly in safety until she was caught by relilgious zealots and burned as a witch. She now "lives" in the Nightmare world, seeking out her family and those who killed them all, though as of yet she has been unsuccesful.

((Two? I only saw one on the list...sigh, I guess that's alright.))

"Gomen. I was a bit occupied this morning." she muttered vaguely, dodging the stampede that were the students. Ducking around the corner, they had reached homeroom. As Tsuki walked towards the door, she halted, almsot causing the people around her to stumble in the sudden chage or motion. She blinked, staring at the spot where she was sure was a hand, a ghostly, pale hand. When it dissappeared after another blink, Tsukaana shrugged it off, thinking it was only the after effects of a sleepless night.

Shizuka walked past her halted friend, not noticing she had stopped and gawked at thin air, and slammed down into her usual seat at the back of the class, dropping her books carelessly to the ground. Seeing that Tsuki had not yet taken a seat next to her, she watched as her friend stared at nothing for a moment the finally move off. Her brows furrowed a little but she thought it better not to ask about it. If Tsuki wanted to talk about something, she would get around to it. The bell rang and the teacher started blathering on about something. Shizuka leaned over to her friend once the girl had sat down and whispered non-chalantly.

So what's going on with the party tomorrow night? Who's coming?