Xu était sur une promenade en admirant l'école. Il a toujours aimé ici, le paysage a eu un effet apaisant qui semblait travailler sur toutes les âmes enflammées qui sont venues ici pour se battre. Il marchait vers un arbre quand il a entendu l'annonce. Cette école a toujours eu une façon formelle de faire les choses avant le début de la folie et cette année, Xu a refusé de ne pas y aller. C'était une première année très calme l'année dernière qui n'a pas beaucoup dit, a gardé à lui-même et seulement chaque combat quand nécessaire. Mais maintenant il était temps pour certains changements, des amis seraient faits et des rivaux seraient trouvés cette année.
Xu avait besoin de tirer le meilleur parti de son temps ici et être un solitaire n'aidera pas du tout. Avec cette pensée, il a commencé son chemin vers l'auditorium.
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Christina était là depuis un moment pour vérifier son téléphone, attendant que le temps vienne enfin quand les cloches sonneraient et que les portes de l'enfer s'ouvriraient. Quand ils ont fait Huang avait ce regard de douleur et de déplaisir sur son visage. Il s'est retourné et a commencé à s'adresser à la chambre en commençant par elle.
"Christy-kun, avez-vous préparé un discours pour cette cérémonie?"
"Oui, je l'ai écrit juste à vos spécifications." Elle lui a dit ça avec un ronflement au regard ennuyé sur son visage. Elle ne les considérait pas comme des amis, seulement parce qu'elle ne pouvait jamais dire avoir le temps, mais Christina avait un grand respect pour Huang. Elle était là quand il a enlevé l'ancien président étudiant. Elle ne se souciait pas pourquoi il l'a fait mais cela l'avait choquée avec le reste, et était l'une des seules raisons pour laquelle elle a contesté l'ancien vice-président.
"Oh et essayez d'être gentils, ce ne sont que des jeunes gens, vous leur donnez toujours ce "regard". Essaie juste de briser un sourire." Elle a dit en lui donnant le discours.
Name:
Avis Falke
Age:
17
Height:
5'7
Weight:
140lb
Personality:
Very social, straightforward, and friendly. A good way to describe her general attitude to friends and strangers alike would be "Hello, here I am, and I'm here to have a good time." She posses a naturally reasonable and skeptical mind, leaning more to thinking things through and strategically navigating social scenes rather than simply blurting things out. On a more personal level, she is much more depressed and hopeless, feeling like she is helplessly getting trampled by the march of time.
Fighting Style: 
Doesn't stick to any particular art of any sort as fighting has never really been part of her life in any real way. She knows enough for self defense, however, and is not completely incompetent. She fights more like a soldier than a competitor, aiming to truly damage and disable, rather than bring the opponent to submission. This means she is very withheld to the idea of competitive fighting, as all she knows is to hurt and kill, not simply fight. For example, any hair pulling, palm punching, crotch shots, and other forms of "dirty" fighting are all good in her book. It's saved her life on one occasion.
Martial Arts:
No real formal art or training. Simply skills taught by both her father and her grandfather for defending herself.
History:
Born in the United States as a first generation American. Her mother and father were German immigrants who were trying to get away from their troubled families. From an early age, Avis loved aircraft and flying. All she ever wanted to do was play with toy airplanes, go to airshows, and ride in planes. As she got older, she immediately joined a Civil Air Patrol squadron nearby, and rose quickly in the ranks. There, even at the young age of 11, she got to fly her first plane. It was a small Cessna, but she was absolutely thrilled nonetheless. She didn't care too much for the military aspect of it, but did enjoy the outdoor activities it provided her. Sadly, this dream of a life was quickly crushed.
Her parents died horribly in a car accident as they were driving to pick her up from her CAP meeting. They met a slow, painful death in the hospital with Avis there to watch. She was moved to her Uncle's home, by now being sixteen years old. He was some sort of salesperson and was rarely home, hell, he wasn't even home to help her unpack, or even be at the funeral. Avis had simply become some sort of vague entity that existed there, rather than an actual niece living there in the eyes of her Uncle. To his workaholic, greedy head, Avis soon became an annoyance. Soon they moved to Japan where her Uncle's company was based out of, and there her Uncle tossed Avis into the first boarding school available... and that school was Shinjuku Academy.
Thus with only knowing a little bit of Japanese, having a German-American accent, and hair that went from blond to light grey when she was eight, her troubles only grew.
Dreams and Fears:
Avis's dream is to one day become a flight instructor or stunt pilot, as flying is the only time when she is truly happy in life.
Her greatest fear is time. She constantly deals with, and suppresses the dark truths of time that fill her mind. Whether it be the gradually shrinking chances of obtaining her dreams or the inevitability of her demise, time always seems to be an enemy to her.....
On a less metaphysical note, she also has an irrational fear of open water.
Other:
The Civil Air Patrol is essentially the US Air Force's version of boy scouts, only its open to everyone and let's you try flying planes and such. Google them if you're curious! :D