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The House

[quote][quote] Chang Mao Nin was born to a wealthy and successful Chinese businessman and an English woman who he unfortunately did not know very well. His mother died in labor, giving birth to his sister, Naomi. She wanted her son to read as much as possible and learn about everything he could. And Chang lived up to that promise. He read as much as he could.[/quote] British have very good litterature, and that's something many cultures in the world envy them on. Americans have always tried to prove themselves against the British due to this. I could envision his mother giving him a huge classic peice of it to Zak and that is what inspires him to read as much as possible. He'd probably keep to himself due to some longing and live in his books. His iintelligence would be hard to relate with other peoples and he might put a kind of posh romantic ideal on many things he'd do. Dreamer kind of person you know? like "the world is unlimited!" [quote]By doing so, he reached a level of intellect that rivaled some of the greatest minds in the world. When Chang was 10, his father moved the family from Shanghai to London to better suit his company. This only isolated Chang to his books even more. [/quote] Yes, definitely a dreamer and isolated person. He would likely pick a character from litterature to relate with most. He'd observe the world around him in his own terms. Remember there are also many many forms of intelligence. Math and science can only get someone so far, my dad's met ubberly accomplished grads from stanford in his making microchips, but they act like morons because socially they are nieve. i can see him having problems with things not going the way he planned no matter how smartly organized. Learning from lit, he could be very intelligent in some senarios. Others, like dealing with women, or social problems not always. By the time he was 15, his werewolf-like powers were revealed and he was horrified. Trying to figure out what to do about it, he conducted some tests himself to find out that his new abilities allowed him to change at his own will, his claws could slash through some types of metal, his strength was increased and his senses were that of a wolf, and he kept his intelligence when he was in his lupine form. [/quote]That has to be hard to take, I can see him horrified at first, then like "YES" because something fantastic happened to him like in stories, and then like "NUUUU" when he learns it's not so romantic and fun. btw romantic=/= romance or love... romantic is like dreamy overly fantasized way to look things. huge idealism [quote] When Naomi found this out, she did as any other 10 year old would do, tell anyone who would listen. Everyone thought she was just nuts though. But Naomi's rambling did catch the attention of a gang leader who, with his gang in the London Underground, were fight for superiority. He thought that with Chang's powers, he could take them for himself and rule the London Underground and possibly bring the British crown to it's knees. Chang unknowing of the true plans, joined the gang. [/quote] Yes, socially not all that iadept, and idealistic again. could take advantage of the optimism and romanticism and manipulate the guy. [quote]He barely made it out of the crime world with his powers and his life (He refuses to explain what exactly happened). Soon riots took to the streets in search of Chang. Chang's father saw this as a good time to send Chang to boarding school to America since he saw London was not a safe place for his son to study. [/quote] Yes, after this event he'd socially mature drastically and relook a need to live in reality a bit more. Be very lonely, and he might even try to remake himself in his identity, leave British lit for American, hide accents, or whatever. [quote] Chang willing agreed, even if it was in Oklahoma City. He prayed to never see London again. The plane, however, crashed 200 miles west of Oklahoma City in a field in northern Texas. He was the only survivor, greatly due to Juan, KiKi, Samuel, and Francisca being nearby to help him out. Seeing nothing else to do, Chang joined up with the other gifted teens, but not before getting a new nickname from Samuel; "Zak" because Samuel thought that Chang was "too weird for my taste".[/quote] Yes see? he'd try to adopt a new identity from the disaster back then, and it's like "BANG" reality would hit for him in this new place and he'd try to live in it, especially if it'd be comfy with these fellow teens. [quote]Chang, or Zak, is one of the most brilliant minds in the world. However, he does not have the pride in him to boast about it. Zak has been interested in learn about new things since he was born. And soon, that resulted in taking risks that could mean the difference of life and death. With the risks, he thinks life is too boring. He's also very loyal, which KiKi thinks that's the dog in him talking. Zak is very kind and very willing to help someone feel better, even changing into his lupine form for Madison, just to see her happy. However, Zak's dark side shows when he stays in his lupine form over 8 hours, he becomes a barbaric, blood-thirsty werewolf, just like the old English legend. His human mind is suppressed at this point and he can only be beaten unconscious to get out this state.[/quote] Hmm, he may not boast, but he'd certainly be critical of other people. idealistic people cling to their morals like nothing else, partly why they're not always socially adept. He'd be subborn for his friends no doubt or for the morals. the wolf thing would thus bother him immensely, risking on killing an innocent person==== no go. Yes he'd do what i'm doing for you now too, help teach people and maybe act as a mediator between fights and such. [quote] Zak likes risks and he is also one to gamble as well. That's the main reason, no one in the group trusts him with money that often, not even KiKi. He loves adventure and to not be bored. He also often reads to pass the time, but seems too restless. He loves to sleep just as much as he likes to be adventurous. When he does sleep, he curls into a ball regardless of what form he is in. He also likes to learn about things that are unknown to him. Even if the thing belongs to someone else, he'll snatch it to look at it closely. Zak hates uncleanliness, something he's not used to due to his fancy upbringing. He also can't stand being under pressure, or even his own glasses. Zak cannot can't deal with people not caring their weight to help everyone, case in point, Samuel, however he's still his best friend.[/quote] Yes critical of others. He'd probably feel bad for not doing anything every moment of the day, like he was wasting time too.

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▸▸▸▸ Naori rubbed at his eyes while he searched through the book he was reading; apparently if a puppeteer was skilled enough, they could make quite a large doll come to life. Naori sighed at that. He was pretty sure his level was a bit below advanced, and being a master was still really far away. The black haired boy leaned his head againt the black rabbit and hummed thoughtfully, "What if he doesn't like me, or won't even spare me a look?" He expressed his worries to the rabbit, who slid down his arms to land on the book in his lap, "You shouldn't worry." The rabbit's timid voice was quiet, barely even heard despite the silence of the library. Naori gave a small nod, but inwardly sighed. That still didn't really quell his worries.

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▸▸▸▸ Naori was broken out of the silence of the Library when almost a dozen dolls and stuffed animals burst through the large oak doors to find their creator, "He's here! He's here!" They chanted in unison, flying around the room before another argument broke out, this time about who would get to greet the newest addition to the house first. Naori sighed and held onto the rabbit's paw before quickly ducking out of the library. He flipped the rabbit onto his shoulder and smiled, "Time to go greet him. You're not going to be too shy, are you Maka?" He held a hand over his mouth to hide a giggle when the rabbit, Maka, pulled at his ear and whined, "Don't tease me." She huffed while Naori just shook his head and opened the front door, only to be met with a red-headed male on his knees. He frowned up at the guards disapprovingly and sighed before bending down in front of the male, "I'm Naori, and I guess I'm your new master." He couldn't hide his distaste of the word 'master' his nose scrunching up before he shook his head and motioned to Maka sitting on his shoulder, "And this is Maka."

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▸▸▸▸ When Naori saw the blood spill from Night's mouth, he instantly shooed the guards away, having paid their boss previously before Night had arrived. He quickly set Maka down, "Maka, could you go get Namai for me? And some others too, but not everyone, I don't want to overwhelm him. Now go quickly." He watched for only a moment as Maka nodded firmly and flew off to find the medical doll. Now focused on Night, Naori rested a light hand on the other's shoulder, "Don't move too much. That man shouldn't of kicked you. Can you sit back for a bit until the others come back?" He spoke quietly, squirming to sit cross-legged in front of Night. Stupid guards. He should have sicked Kamui after him.

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▸▸▸▸ Concern was still evident in Naori's gaze as he looked over the other boy. How much damage did that kick cause Night? He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, blinking up at the redhead when he spoke about his dolls. He flushed in embarrassment and shifted, "Ah, yeah I am. They're more like my family than my friends, but yeah they're my only friends, I've never had many friends. It's kind of weird, huh?" He replied quietly, tugging at his shirt nervously.

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▸▸▸▸ Naori smiled only slightly but turned his head when he felt the familliar pull of his dolls getting closer to him. When Maka appeared with a porcelain doll with a stethescope around her neck. He gave a smile of relief when Maka came to sit on his lap and Namai went over to Night, hovering just above the boy's wounds, "So, your ribs are broken. I'm guessing only one or two. But what are you?" The doll hummed, lightly prodding the male's ribs, ghosting her cold hands over his skin. Maka only nuzzled into Naori's neck and watched intently, "How are you feeling, Night?" He asked, cuddling Maka closer to his chest as the rabbit gave a content sigh.