1. Le Conseil de l'Europe a adopté une résolution du Conseil de l'Europe sur la situation des droits de l'homme dans le monde. Cérémonie d'entrée
Le trajet en avion était plutôt doux. Venant de son pays d'origine, il était plutôt intéressé à voir la différence que la Russie lui donnerait. Pas tant le temps, qu'ils étaient relativement identiques. De beaux hivers qui refroidiraient les os à des étés relativement mixtes. Il n'allait pas vraiment tomber loin du radar climatique. Mais l'histoire assez riche de la Russie tendait à le pencher dans un état d'esprit intéressé. L'enfer, même les autres voix qui poussaient et poussaient parfois étaient silencieuses, plus intéressées par la vue de cet endroit de près. Bien que pour l'instant, il devait s'asseoir dans la limousine noire qui l'a ramassé. C'est extérieur a été poli, donnant la peinture brillante noire évidente qui a constitué la coloration. Il se demandait si c'était comme ça que tous les gens étaient ramassés. Il doit alors réfléchir une seconde sur le prix de la nourriture ou d'autres choses si c'est le cas. Il ne pouvait qu'imaginer le coût du simple paiement d'une limousine pour chaque personne à faire un taxi jusqu'à leur emplacement... que ou si les gens l'emporteraient? Certaines personnes pourraient être plutôt bizarres, en choisissant de ne pas vouloir entrer dans ces choses. En pensant que c'était un piège, ça ne l'a pas dérangé.
Ils lui avaient demandé de monter dans son uniforme avant même de prendre le dernier vol pour l'école. Ce qui était compréhensible étant que le moment où ils ont atterri, c'était quand il était parti à l'école. Sûr que c'était plus lagy jet alors on aurait probablement voulu l'avoir. Mais il ne s'en souciait pas beaucoup. L'intérêt de tout ce qui était nouveau lui tirait constamment les yeux autour. Il était anxieux quand il pourrait voir certains endroits comme le Palais d'hiver, ou le couvent de Smolny. Il y avait tant à voir, et il pouvait être dans la ville pour le temps qui lui était accordé. Il a regardé en arrière dans la limousine un moment, en voyant le beige de cuir, avec sa texture lisse qui semblait briller légèrement quand le soleil du matin allait le frapper. Il regarda la pause noire qui semblait tenir un frigo de sortes et même une petite table noire comme. Bien qu'ils aient été faits avec du plastique, ils ont toujours un aspect artistique pour eux.
Après quelque temps, la limousine s'est transformée en ce qui semblait être un parking de demi-lune. Vers le mur massif de pierre, qui avait une grande porte en acier noir. Il était là, il le savait et il le savait aussi. Il a saisi son sac légèrement, le sac de duffel était tout noir, et n'avait rien de vraiment digne d'être noté. C'était juste votre grand sac de duffel normal, bien qu'il pesait beaucoup plus qu'on aurait probablement quand même. Avoir son manteau de tranchée dedans pour un à peu près garanti celui-là. Après l'arrêt de la limousine, l'homme s'avança et ouvrit la porte. Lui permettre de sortir. Ajustant un peu son uniforme pour ne pas trop plier, il regarda les portes massives devant lui qui n'ont ouvert aucun creak flippant ou quelque chose comme une sorte. Bien qu'il soit toujours à l'ouest. Si tu ne lui avais pas dit qu'il aurait cru qu'il avait vu le Versailles juste là. C'était incroyable comment l'école a été conçue de cette façon, si immaculée. Et pourtant ça t'a donné envie de rester assis là et de regarder. Même s'il savait qu'il devait entrer. En faisant quelques pas en avant, il s'est retourné vers l'homme et l'a remercié. Puis, en retournant à droite, on marchait vers l'entrée de la cour de l'école massive. Son dortoir et le reste viendraient probablement après la cérémonie, donc pour l'instant cela allait être l'exploration.
Il y avait déjà des étudiants ici, tous issus de cultures et de modes de vie différents, il était sûr. Mais qui en valait la peine? Bien sûr qu'il allait être gentil avec n'importe qui qui lui parlerait. Mais il les regardait de loin. Presque comme s'il ne supportait pas la présence des gens. Non, ce n'était pas vraiment ça. Il ne pouvait pas supporter le concept de faux gens. Et peu de gens qui ont passé cela, pouvaient rester en sa présence. Ce n'était pas la personne la plus normale du quartier. Mais s'il pouvait garder le contrôle, tout ira bien. Il sourit en souriant, hoche la tête et s'assied sur un banc proche qui s'assit sur le sentier de pierre qui mène aux portes principales de l'école elle-même. Les grandes portes semblent intimider les gens avant même qu'ils n'entrent. En effet, ce serait un moment amusant pour lui. Le faire passer du soleil semblait se lever d'une manière plus subtile? Tout était parfait. Peut-être trop parfait d'une certaine façon, mais il était préférable de prendre les choses comme elles sont venues à lui. N'ennuie pas le destin à grand-chose..
Original Name: Carl Unber
Japanese Name: Miharu (Beautiful Clear Sky) Chiba (Thousand Blades)
Nick Name:
Age: 17
Original Sex: Male
Sex: Female
Personality Original: Carl has an interesting case of multiple personality complex. However, it isn't to the extent as someone would think. Many see it as a sort of controlled situation, with his most dominant personality keeping all the others at bay. Because of this one personality though, he comes off as very uncaring and cold. In order to keep at bay the demons that purge at the back of his mind. He is rather logical, and will do his best not to get too emotionally active in anything. In fear of releasing his rather twisted demons and desires.
When he was younger he use to let his personalities run wild. Causing him to constantly manipulate and plot out peoples lives. Playing with his already high intellect in general. He would manipulate people into terrible situations. Often bringing them near death or in states they wish they had died from in order to “teach” them a lesson they “needed to learn.”. However, the reasoning to almost all his actions have never made any sense to the variety of psychologists that he's met. In fact, most of them would label him as “normal and sane”. His own understanding of the outside world keeping his dominant personality the one to deal with such matters.
After losing a dear friend to one of his games, he decided that it would be best to stop toying with people. And before entering high school decided to stop his little games with people. Though he was never blamed for the situation at hand (as it seemed much like an accident) it made him decide to stay in control as much as possible. As such he moved to be social but not to the point of caring about anything. He worked to keep an eye on people and watch them carefully before making a move for even minor friendship.
Overall, he comes off as a back loner type person. Not wanting to really talk to anyone, but fine with speaking if need be. He shows no issues in oral presentations, and seems to be very smart. Though something seems slightly off at times. Some days it's easy to approach him, while others everything around him seems to want to stay away, almost as if he is a completely different person.
Personality New: With most of his dominant personality in a massive shock, he now a she is very much as she once was. Having no issues with experimenting on people, things or more to figure out answers or just to mess with people. To torture and get the pure happiness she use to get by watching people struggle threw despair and misery and the ever lasting taste of their ultimate defeat is borderline erotic to her. Even more so, if she is the one giving them hope only to tear it away from them.
She isn't prone to switch threw her personalities as fast as flies die. But is more then willing to keep a single one for a day, making her switch about per day at times. Though others times weeks. Coming off as a completely different person then she was originally. Many people believe her to be purely insane, while when brought to the counseling office with the trained psychologist, she shows nothing but normal actions. She will keep herself normal even sometimes on some days. To add to the throw offs, though they are more normal days then not, as she still holds to her lingering promise...how long with it last before she is consumed by her lust to see all in misery and despair.
Description Original: He was a rather tall man, around 6' feet tall. Born in Canada, he seemed to give off a sort of aristocratic look at times. While others he would look more like a person who never cared about what was happening around him. He has Blue-Grey eyes, a form of central heterochromia. He is pale skinned and has blond hair that seems to go from a pale white blond at the roots to Ash blond when it comes to his over all hair. He has very long hair over all, extending down to his butt, but is brushed, and maintained. Although it's brushed it is wavy, and seems to look like claws when it reaches his butt. He is rather slender, though athletic at the same time. He seems to be slightly anorexic however still perfectly fit. His eyebrows are maintained as well, groomed and seem to curve off to the sides of his head, fading as they seem to be his normal hair color. In the front of his hair he has 2 sections of very light blond hair. At some angles he looks like a very slender woman, and is often called miss, madam or misses. For reasons unbeknownst to him. Sometimes prompting him to answer in a feminine tone for fun.
He wears just about anything, not caring much about what others think of him. Ranging from his standard trench coat and steel toe boots, to sleeveless shirts and jeans. He is known to carry many knives on him at all times. And when one goes to pick up his trench coat it's like picking up a 50 pound weight. Making some people wonder if he is walking around with bullet proof armor or something of the sort. And when picking up his steel toe boots, they too seem to weigh at least 13 pounds each.
Description New:  

  She is much shorter then she was as a man. Though still taller then the average women of the region. Standing at 5'6. She weighs now only 97 pounds, and seems to be fit to some extent.
History: Carl had a rather interesting life. Well, one could say it was interesting while others would say it was full of torment to him, and to others. He was born in the city, and brought to the suburbs. Where are a young age he was assaulted by a demonic entity. Though he doesn't know what it is to this day. He generally didn't pay much attention to it. It wouldn't be until later on in his life would he get a particular interest into those sort of things.
At the turning of his 8th birthday his family was torn apart, after what seemed to be a normal day from school he returned to school happy, as he generally was in general. And stumbled upon his parents whom were sitting around his sister. They asked for him to sit down, before both of them sitting down looking to both of the kids. They stated they were no longer going to be together. Which landed up making his sister ball her eyes out. While he remained calm, they had told him of this already. The only thing he needed to do was stay quiet. And just seem sad. However, many believe that day to be the day his smiling stopped.
For 4 years he wouldn't laugh or smile. Mostly he kept to himself, working over the normal school work, while slowly he had to fight back an odd distinct pleasure in the despair and misery of other people around him. He didn't notice it at first but the voices had become louder, and though he didn't let them win any fight, and for the most part was 100% stable. He couldn't help but notice how certain things would trigger him. He didn't quite understand it, and he wouldn't...not until he “died”.
He was playing with some friends when they decided it would be fun for them to train. As they fought one other for fun he was tripped over, sending him downwards towards the a pole. Causing him to break his nose on impact, sending the bones up from his nose towards his brain and the impact causing him to pass out.
Clinically he died for a few minutes. Though he re awoke suddenly. In a pool of his blood. His friends had been trying to look for help. However they were so far into the forest they were playing in that it pretty much was to no avail. That was, what they saw. To him he was abandoned by these so called friends. Although he was no longer the person he once was. His older self having died entirely and now only the voices remained, and his first victims were those who had abandoned him. He would go on, to use their fears, and destroy their lives, all willingly to his own pleasure. The almost erotic like feeling he got from seeing them suffer purged threw his mind. And would fuel his constant drive to torment anyone else.
I was at the end of middle school, in which he and a friend had planned out a rather interesting experiment. He was going to build a trap of sorts for his friends girlfriend. This wasn't because she was a good one either. She was rather cruel, having raped Carl just before, and still kept with her own boyfriend. The goal was to set up a basic fear trap, at least it was basic for Carl. He hadn't for a change paid attention to his friends location. And without thinking to much about it. He set the trap to work. It was going to be a sort of firing trap that would eventually drive the person in fear at a distance. Since his friend was insistent on them not leaving her barely alive. This would land up causing a problem, as his friend was standing before the launcher without him knowing it.
The girlfriend walked in, as it triggered blowing off a massive amount of his friends hair, head and others parts towards her from the explosion. Not killing him immediately his friend would lay dying on the ground while the girl screamed running for her life. He would watch him, and with a light exchanges of words made a deal to keep himself from doing such things ever again. The voices however didn't enjoy this new voice...this new building of the old personality that kept them at bay. And would constantly fight against it. To defeat the dominant in order to be free once more.
Club: Supernatural Investigation Club, or SIC for short.
SIC Data Base: (15 points to spend. You must have at least 1 point in each)
Fitness: 5
Theory: 6
Social: 4
Supernatural Experience: N/A