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«I wish somebody could ease my pain, but then again;
«I wonder if my life could get any worse than it is...
«Suppose I died unexpectedly;
«To be, or not to be;
Name: Fernishko Apachinu
Nickname(s): Niche, Siren, and Kat.
Age: Seventeen
Birth Date: December 1, 1995
Gender: Male
Race: Neko
Powers: Miraclous singing ability; he can heal some physical injuries and even inflict a few cuts when using the right tone of voice for it. His claws can also conjure up a deadly poisen.
Setbacks/Weaknesses: He can only sing for so long until his throat gets scratchy and dries up. The poisen doesn't always come--it usually comes under fatal circumsances when he needs it most.
Occupation(s): Spin records like a DJ and often makes cool mixes for fun.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Pin Location: On his belt buckle.
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Clothing: Loose fitting (often silk or cotton black) jackets that cover half his hands and sometimes loose tank tops underneath, but most often tight ones. He normally wears neutral colors, but sometimes he likes red tops. He also wears really tight jeans that are usually light washed and flare out at the bottom (bell-bottom). Black or straw flip-flops for shoes. Lastly, wears funky belts with spikes or rinestones.
Personality: Very impassive; doesn't talk unless spoken to. He's also often indifferent to most situations.
Likes: Cats, chewing on wires or random strings, and isn't really picky about his meals. he doesn't mind sports; he's rather fair at all of them, able to maintain a good score.
Dislikes: Stereotypical jocks and cheerleaders. They irk him. Oh, and smelly people--most often those dog-owers, though. (He's a pretty typical cat.)
Fears: Water. Swimming was the one sport he'd never partake in--even though he was a fair swimmer back before the "accident". He also fears doctors--they creep him out. Especially dentists.
Motto(s): "And this pertains to me how?" "Do you really think I care?" "..." "Mind your own business." "Baka."
Personal Belongings: His favorite headphones from his deceased grandmother (posted at bottom)
Bio: Crying. He was always crying as a child. Though after the "accident"--all of his tears had dried up, and he became like he is today: an emotionless b a s t a r d.
He had grown up in a pretty normal family: his father was a famous architect and his mother was a non-profit lawyer. She would often stay home and care for him with such love and tenderness, that he didn't know how he could ever live without his mother. She had a wonderful presence about her that, wherever she went, people often stopped whatever they were doing and just stared at her. His father never went unnoticed, either, considering he was "famous". And quite handsome, too. His mother was graceful and careful about everything she did, and her beauty never went unnoticed, either. She was so frequently asked out, that she had to stop wearing such modest clothing and really flash her wedding ring so that people would "get the point". They were such a happy couple, it was a shame that they had to die so soon. They weren't even married for five years. His mother conceived him two years before they actually tied the rope.
One day, the happy family had decided to attend the local reccenter for some excercise and stress relief. They could also leave their child to play around in the pool since they knew one of the life-guards that was always sure of their child's life. It just so happened to be that on that day, that particular life-guard's wife was conceiving a child and he had to leave early, forgetting all about the family's kid. Evidently, an escaped convict was hiding out in the reccenter trying to relax for once in the pool when he spotted the kid. The guy was recently caught and tried for murdering a young boy at the age of five and abusing the kid with rape and all other kinds of evil. The convict licked his lips and chuckled darkly as he made his way to the cute little neko. His eyes grew very wide and red cracks formed in them as he suddenly took hold of the kid. In his enraged state, he plunged the kid under the water and planned to kill him via drowning. He struggled and tried to scream, but his mouth was just filled with much-unwanted chlorine. Fortunately, his father had come in to pick him up, saw the horrible activity and dove in without a second thought. He dealt a hard blow to the creep's head and retrieved his coughing son. The dad quickly got out of the water and layed his son on the ground. He moaned and rolled onto hsi side, badly shaken up and sobbing. The father growled and picked him up again, hugging him tightly and walked up to the life-guard just as the convict was approaching him--out of the pool now--with a burning fury. "Life-guard, sir, wake up!" The father shouted up at the sleeping life guard angrily. "My son was almost murdered by that meaty guy now approaching me from behind! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
It was amazing how his father could handle such situations with such calm and level-headedness. In the end, the convict was bound by hand-cuffs again and swore his revenge on the boy's father. He spout such awful curses at him that the boy still hears them fresh in his memory to this day.
He would never swim again.
Unfortunately, the convict had escaped the jail-cell once again and this time made it his goal to hunt down and kill that damned architect. One fateful day two years later, the convict had caught the architect and his family exiting a coffee shop nearby. He watched them slowly get into their car and quickly got into his own "stolen" one. He expertly stalked them until they were passing over a narrow bridge where he managed to create such an accident as that their car steered off the bridge and into the river below it. Then the convict drove off, his tires screeching as he made his quick get away. He wasn't found again until later on into the year, hanging on a rope suspended from a ceiling in a cheap motel room. The guy had committed suicide.
Inside the car, the parents moved quickly. The mother had managed to quickly unbuckle herself and smash open the car window beside her with her elbow. She climbed into the back of the car as it sank and the father still struggling with his seat belt as she went back there. She unbuckled the boy's seat belt and tried to shush him as he wailed loudly. "Everything will be alright, sweetie." She said when only the back seat had air in it and the dad arose above the water next to her, gasping for air. "Now I need you to swm for your life, darling--get above the water. And always remember, your mommy and daddy love you very much. Take care of yourself, baby." She kissed the boy's forehead and plunged under the water with him. She pushed him over into his seat and out of her window. She only went back up for air once she was sure that her son was 'out of sight' and sure to be above the water. She lifted up her head and gasped, only enough room for her face and she looked over to her husband who had his face above the water and was still knocking his elbow against the little window. "Give it up, darling, the pressure won't allow it to burst and you'll never be able to fit through that thing, anyways. Come now, let's get through my window." But the car had fully plunged into the water and she hit her head against the back of the passenger seat, knocking her out cold. "Dalilah!" The father had attempted to call out, but he was under water and it was muffled. He grabbed her waist and tried to swim through the seats. He managed to escape the window and pulled out his wife. He went to swim up, but his vision was getting blacker and blacker and his wife had most likely breathed in too much water already and was "dead". He reached up his free hand and grabbed at the water, he also opened his mouth when his vision was completely gone and water flew in as he fell to the depths below, still clutchig onto his wife. They descended the vast blue together and probably ascended heaven together, too.
Their bodies were found two days later, after a random bystander had called the cops upon seeing a little boy coughing and splashing about in the river below her, and there was a closed-casket funeral. The boy was sent to live with his grandparents after that day. And after the day of the funeral, he had stopped talking all together.
It wasn't until his twelth birthday that he actually spoke again.
"Would you just give it up already," was what he said to the dumb girl that had been chasing him since he first started attending her school system. "I don't want to date you--got it? In fact, I'm not even remotely interested in the girl gender itself. So back off already, I'm sick of your hanging around me. Buzz off, fly." Sure it had been cold what he said, and the girl did run off crying and saying how mean he was, but he didn't care.
Life was cruel itself.
His grandfather died that day: not long after he had hugged him and actually told him "I love you, grandpa." He kind of blamed himself after that, he thought that his grandpa died from the shock of him actually speaking to him. His grandma told him otherwise, but his depression just continued to grow even worse. It wasn't long after that that he started cutting. The following two years he found an interesting job to distract him from his apparent misery. He was only silent at school and loved to talk to his grandmother whenever. The year his grandmother died was when he gained a new 'disorder'--bullimia. He was also sent to stay at Northern Star Academy for apparently it was written in his grandmother's will as one of her few wishes. How could he ever disobey her? So here he was, attending this prestigious school for fantastical creatures and more. His only wish was for the school to somehow help ease his pain. But of course that wouldn't happen;
no one could take his pain away.
Character Flaws: He can be quite the clutz for a cat, but can easily catch himself from falling, too. He's very anti-social--doesn't know how to approach others. He also sucks at drawing--it just wasn't meant to be for him. His worst flaw is his habbit for "cutting". He just can't stop--ever since he started during the sixth grade. His last flaw would be his on-and-off "bullimia".
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«I wish somebody could ease my pain, but then again;
«I wonder if my life could get any worse than it is...
«Suppose I died unexpectedly;
«To be, or not to be;
Name: Fernishko Apachinu
Nickname(s): Niche, Siren, and Kat.
Age: Seventeen
Birth Date: December 1, 1995
Gender: Male
Race: Neko
Powers: Miraclous singing ability; he can heal some physical injuries and even inflict a few cuts when using the right tone of voice for it. His claws can also conjure up a deadly poisen.
Setbacks/Weaknesses: He can only sing for so long until his throat gets scratchy and dries up. The poisen doesn't always come--it usually comes under fatal circumsances when he needs it most.
Occupation(s): Spin records like a DJ and often makes cool mixes for fun.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Pin Location: On his belt buckle.
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Personal ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Clothing: Loose fitting (often silk or cotton black) jackets that cover half his hands and sometimes loose tank tops underneath, but most often tight ones. He normally wears neutral colors, but sometimes he likes red tops. He also wears really tight jeans that are usually light washed and flare out at the bottom (bell-bottom). Black or straw flip-flops for shoes. Lastly, wears funky belts with spikes or rinestones.
Personality: Very impassive; doesn't talk unless spoken to. He's also often indifferent to most situations.
Likes: Cats, chewing on wires or random strings, and isn't really picky about his meals. he doesn't mind sports; he's rather fair at all of them, able to maintain a good score.
Dislikes: Stereotypical jocks and cheerleaders. They irk him. Oh, and smelly people--most often those dog-owers, though. (He's a pretty typical cat.)
Fears: Water. Swimming was the one sport he'd never partake in--even though he was a fair swimmer back before the "accident". He also fears doctors--they creep him out. Especially dentists.
Motto(s): "And this pertains to me how?" "Do you really think I care?" "..." "Mind your own business." "Baka."
Personal Belongings: His favorite headphones from his deceased grandmother (posted at bottom)
Bio: Crying. He was always crying as a child. Though after the "accident"--all of his tears had dried up, and he became like he is today: an emotionless b a s t a r d.
He had grown up in a pretty normal family: his father was a famous architect and his mother was a non-profit lawyer. She would often stay home and care for him with such love and tenderness, that he didn't know how he could ever live without his mother. She had a wonderful presence about her that, wherever she went, people often stopped whatever they were doing and just stared at her. His father never went unnoticed, either, considering he was "famous". And quite handsome, too. His mother was graceful and careful about everything she did, and her beauty never went unnoticed, either. She was so frequently asked out, that she had to stop wearing such modest clothing and really flash her wedding ring so that people would "get the point". They were such a happy couple, it was a shame that they had to die so soon. They weren't even married for five years. His mother conceived him two years before they actually tied the rope.
One day, the happy family had decided to attend the local reccenter for some excercise and stress relief. They could also leave their child to play around in the pool since they knew one of the life-guards that was always sure of their child's life. It just so happened to be that on that day, that particular life-guard's wife was conceiving a child and he had to leave early, forgetting all about the family's kid. Evidently, an escaped convict was hiding out in the reccenter trying to relax for once in the pool when he spotted the kid. The guy was recently caught and tried for murdering a young boy at the age of five and abusing the kid with rape and all other kinds of evil. The convict licked his lips and chuckled darkly as he made his way to the cute little neko. His eyes grew very wide and red cracks formed in them as he suddenly took hold of the kid. In his enraged state, he plunged the kid under the water and planned to kill him via drowning. He struggled and tried to scream, but his mouth was just filled with much-unwanted chlorine. Fortunately, his father had come in to pick him up, saw the horrible activity and dove in without a second thought. He dealt a hard blow to the creep's head and retrieved his coughing son. The dad quickly got out of the water and layed his son on the ground. He moaned and rolled onto hsi side, badly shaken up and sobbing. The father growled and picked him up again, hugging him tightly and walked up to the life-guard just as the convict was approaching him--out of the pool now--with a burning fury. "Life-guard, sir, wake up!" The father shouted up at the sleeping life guard angrily. "My son was almost murdered by that meaty guy now approaching me from behind! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
It was amazing how his father could handle such situations with such calm and level-headedness. In the end, the convict was bound by hand-cuffs again and swore his revenge on the boy's father. He spout such awful curses at him that the boy still hears them fresh in his memory to this day.
He would never swim again.
Unfortunately, the convict had escaped the jail-cell once again and this time made it his goal to hunt down and kill that damned architect. One fateful day two years later, the convict had caught the architect and his family exiting a coffee shop nearby. He watched them slowly get into their car and quickly got into his own "stolen" one. He expertly stalked them until they were passing over a narrow bridge where he managed to create such an accident as that their car steered off the bridge and into the river below it. Then the convict drove off, his tires screeching as he made his quick get away. He wasn't found again until later on into the year, hanging on a rope suspended from a ceiling in a cheap motel room. The guy had committed suicide.
Inside the car, the parents moved quickly. The mother had managed to quickly unbuckle herself and smash open the car window beside her with her elbow. She climbed into the back of the car as it sank and the father still struggling with his seat belt as she went back there. She unbuckled the boy's seat belt and tried to shush him as he wailed loudly. "Everything will be alright, sweetie." She said when only the back seat had air in it and the dad arose above the water next to her, gasping for air. "Now I need you to swm for your life, darling--get above the water. And always remember, your mommy and daddy love you very much. Take care of yourself, baby." She kissed the boy's forehead and plunged under the water with him. She pushed him over into his seat and out of her window. She only went back up for air once she was sure that her son was 'out of sight' and sure to be above the water. She lifted up her head and gasped, only enough room for her face and she looked over to her husband who had his face above the water and was still knocking his elbow against the little window. "Give it up, darling, the pressure won't allow it to burst and you'll never be able to fit through that thing, anyways. Come now, let's get through my window." But the car had fully plunged into the water and she hit her head against the back of the passenger seat, knocking her out cold. "Dalilah!" The father had attempted to call out, but he was under water and it was muffled. He grabbed her waist and tried to swim through the seats. He managed to escape the window and pulled out his wife. He went to swim up, but his vision was getting blacker and blacker and his wife had most likely breathed in too much water already and was "dead". He reached up his free hand and grabbed at the water, he also opened his mouth when his vision was completely gone and water flew in as he fell to the depths below, still clutchig onto his wife. They descended the vast blue together and probably ascended heaven together, too.
Their bodies were found two days later, after a random bystander had called the cops upon seeing a little boy coughing and splashing about in the river below her, and there was a closed-casket funeral. The boy was sent to live with his grandparents after that day. And after the day of the funeral, he had stopped talking all together.
It wasn't until his twelth birthday that he actually spoke again.
"Would you just give it up already," was what he said to the dumb girl that had been chasing him since he first started attending her school system. "I don't want to date you--got it? In fact, I'm not even remotely interested in the girl gender itself. So back off already, I'm sick of your hanging around me. Buzz off, fly." Sure it had been cold what he said, and the girl did run off crying and saying how mean he was, but he didn't care.
Life was cruel itself.
His grandfather died that day: not long after he had hugged him and actually told him "I love you, grandpa." He kind of blamed himself after that, he thought that his grandpa died from the shock of him actually speaking to him. His grandma told him otherwise, but his depression just continued to grow even worse. It wasn't long after that that he started cutting. The following two years he found an interesting job to distract him from his apparent misery. He was only silent at school and loved to talk to his grandmother whenever. The year his grandmother died was when he gained a new 'disorder'--bullimia. He was also sent to stay at Northern Star Academy for apparently it was written in his grandmother's will as one of her few wishes. How could he ever disobey her? So here he was, attending this prestigious school for fantastical creatures and more. His only wish was for the school to somehow help ease his pain. But of course that wouldn't happen;
no one could take his pain away.
Character Flaws: He can be quite the clutz for a cat, but can easily catch himself from falling, too. He's very anti-social--doesn't know how to approach others. He also sucks at drawing--it just wasn't meant to be for him. His worst flaw is his habbit for "cutting". He just can't stop--ever since he started during the sixth grade. His last flaw would be his on-and-off "bullimia".
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no one ever could before.»
...then what would happen?»
would anybody care enough to attend my funeral?»
I guess that really is the question afterall...»
...then what would happen?»
would anybody care enough to attend my funeral?»
I guess that really is the question afterall...»
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