Thunder

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Username: seysey/Seyka

Gender: Female

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.general.character.information.

Name. Caramella Tempête Vergine

Alias. Thunder

Age. Seventeen

Gender. Female

Race. Human

Alignment. Neutral

Origin. Lut Braquer, Vitre Grazia

The world has six continents among it, multiple islands settling in various parts, and the rest being the ocean. One continent bears the largest population thus more urban than the other five. This continent, Lut Braquer, is the largest, covering at least half of the world alone.

The most noted would be the cities that advanced to the next level of technology that the modern society could offer. Within it is a series of large lakes and mountain ranges. A dense forest covers the northern and eastern part of this large mass of land while the rest eases into beautiful plains. Lut Braquer is densely inhabited and almost every section located upon it included massive skyscrapers linked together by roads suspended between them. The skyscrapers were so massive that roads ran along the perimeters and parking lots hung off the edges.

How is this possible, you ask? Ultra light minerals (specifically crystals) found only on that part of the continent's mines. Whole towns could be found in these complexes, complete with parks and shopping centers and grocery stores and even large gardens. Some people even went entire lives without leaving their particular skyscraper. Why did they suspend their cities up above in skyscrapers? It was believed that the founders of this idea wanted to be close to their sacred deities. Many stories and legends that deepened the ideas brought forth the great city of Lut Braquer. Politically, Vitre Grazia is ruled by aristocrats, Lut Braquer is a place where ones place in society was decided at birth, where one could be ripped from one's parents because of this decision, where loyalty ruled all. If ever a question, if ever a doubt, if ever there was trouble, it was handled in an simple but fierce manner.

The other continents share some similar features but they’re smaller possessing merely farmers and simple folks. Perfect places to get away from the big, fast paced cities of other continents. Though it is keen to see that most would prefer the city life, due to the fact that low classes populate most of the other five continents. Alas the world is peaceful and has not been in war for more than a hundred years. Religion has been abolished for about fifty years now, but is not forgotten. The people recall it as stories meant not to be taken seriously and temples have been marked as historical sites.

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Appearance.

Physical Features. Her skin complexion is relatively pale. Not deathly ghostly white pale but rather a soft porcelain tone complimenting her appearance. Thunder’s physical body built is lean and lacking in muscular build, only enough to truly sustain herself. It is evident she has gone through many physical difficulties. Especially in her mass being she only weights merely 115 Ibs. Not only her weight but her height, standing at 5’5 ft.

Facial Features. This teenager’s face appears well rounded out. She’s pretty much possesses a baby face; soft, youth portraying against her porcelain skin. Thunder’s eyes take an almond-ish shape but rounded a bit over on the edges. Though it can’t be seen with the make-up she wears such as eyeliner, heavy black eye shadow and mascara. Eye color? Surprisingly enough, it clashes with the color around her eyes, for her eye color are honey gold. Her hair has gone through many styles and with it many colors. Though her natural hair color is light brown, it has been dyed ebony black with crimson red streaks crawling at the tips of her bangs and the ends of her hair. Her hair cascades merely down to her mid-back level though because she keeps it up in loose pigtails.

Clothing. Thunder is a very atypical teenager when it comes to clothing, she forgets about what people says and does her own thing. Thunder felt that at one time, she should only wear dark clothing, but now she wears clothing that fits a punk culture. Thunder loves skinny jeans, chucks, and t-shirts, and all of which tend to be in black with a splash of bright colors. Thunder loves to wear hats and try out knew ideas, including dying her hair and wearing something she never has. Her current attire consist of a black band-brand t-shirt, skinny dark blue jeans, tagged together with sneakers.

Miscellaneous Items/Articles. Around her neck is a tight necklace with only a simple ring dangling on her neck. Covering up her arms are black arm warmers. Around her waist clinging onto her pants is a punk-ish silver studded belt with a red broken heart ornament. Chained onto her pants is her wallet, which sticks out with jingling chain hanging off of her pant loop.

[ Thunder's Appearance ]

Personality.

Resolve. Thunder only has one thing in mind. To collect the lost memories that was taken away from her whilst she was thrown out of her home world. Something happened in her past that she can’t even remember. Though she could feel it within her heart that there was something in her past that will tell her that she must make justice prevails or else she can’t rest at ease. Tormented by images in her dreams (more like nightmares) she is searching for answers that lie hidden within the mist that everyone knows as reality. Besides, she believes that living a life when you don’t even know yourself is meaningless.

Pursuit. What is a life without knowing who you are and what your background is? Dreams plague Thunder’s mind every time she sleeps, showing her images of places, things that she assumes are foreign to her. She assumes that they play a big part in her journey to finding out her past and why her mind is subconsciously set on getting revenge.

Fears. The only known fear that Thunder has is never getting back all of the memories that she lost. She doesn’t want to go on living never knowing who she was in the past and having an uneasy feeling residing within the back of her mind.

Hopes. If it isn’t obvious, she wants to learn about who she was in the past, and why she has this gut feeling aching at her for revenge. There is something unsettling within her heart, and in the back of her mind, there is something missing so she is aimed to find the missing pieces. Revisit what happened in the past; figure out what was stolen from her, and why she seems bent of getting revenge subconsciously.

Hobbies. One of Thunder’s favorite things is music, she loves to just listen and enjoy. She could never get into pop music, a little too slow, she needs something with a jump and a beat to it, she likes techno, hard rock, and alternative, anything she can dance and sing along to.

Public Personality/Private Personality.

Public Personality. Thunder has many distinct personality traits about her, she is strong willed, loud, a show off, loves to fight, and is flirtatious. By strong willed this means that Thunder doesn’t take trash, and she doesn’t back down. Thunder will fight for what she believes. Due to her stubbornness, she doesn’t give up easily when she engages in things. Her persistence is thicker then a hundred brick walls placed in her path.

Thunder can often come over hardheaded, sticking to her opinions and her opinions only. People’s thoughts are often hard to listen to, but at times if using the right words, they can strike her in the right place and make her listen. Thunder has always been a show-off, she hates just showing people the small things, she pushes things to the limit, even if it means touching on the boundaries of her physical limits.

Being a relatively weak person in her physical state, it is hard for her to stop pushing herself. When this time comes to stopping the fight she hates letting go and giving up. Resisting to show-off her abilities, and knowledge, in general is hard for her to understand, and can’t grasped when she has pushed another person’s buttons. Thunder ever flirtatious, can’t resist the temptation when it comes to eying boys. Thunder has never thought of herself as the most attractive person, disadvantaged in her height and weight, and has never known she can be a little frightening when it comes to wanting to control the others around her.

Private Personality. Although it may not always appear at first glance, Thunder is a relatively caring, if you know her, and emotional person. Thunder tends to keep everything weld within, where she can’t express her feelings to those around her, it’s hard for her to let people see her inner shell, the soft one that can’t protect her. She has a habit of giving a cold shoulder towards people at first glances but not intentionally for she is very kind and caring. When someone needs help, she’ll stop to give him or her a helping hand. Her frigidness is warmed up by her kindness and willingness to help fellows in their time of need. Some people can relate her much to a motherly figure for some of the constant lectures or scolding she does for those close to her.

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Weapons.

Weapon Name: Heartstrings of The Minstrel

Weapon Description: As the weapon name inclines, it is indeed strings that play tunes, due to bells being attached to the strings. Each bell is distinctively different in pitch, from high tunes to low tunes. The strings are connected together by two hand size handles that the user holds within both hands whilst the other ends possess sharp hooks as for means of latching onto things. The user holds onto them by balling their fists so that the strings go in between the user’s knuckles. When the strings latch onto their target, the bells project tunes, as if one was playing an instrument.

Unique Notes: None.

Abilities

Base Ability.

Sound Manipulation

Sub Abilities.

• Sound Strain: By using her strings to grab onto her target, be it inanimate or moving, she can project tunes, which she can manipulate the sound waves to grow stronger in vibrations to a point where it becomes lethal. By increasing these waves, she can shake up whatever her strings are attached to, which in most cases are inanimate objects. Shaking them up by strong vibrations to breaking point, Thunder breaks the captured object and throws the debris at her enemy.
  
  
• Verse: By controlling sounds, she can create strong sound waves by ringing the bells attached to her strings when her hooks are latched onto something. By creating thick waves, they become semi-visible in sight due to they're transparent, as sharp as daggers and throwing them at her enemy as a projectile. The problem with this move is that if she isn’t concentrating on how much sound waves she is manipulating, the very same waves she is projecting out against her enemy could harm her as well.
  
  
• Evanescent Melody: By latching the hooks of her strings onto a fair distant structure/object that is strong enough to support Thunder's strings and playing her strings like an instrument, these tunes are not made to be played in a concert, rather they’re made for attacking her enemies. These sweet tunes are meant to send out waves that are plunged into the ground and travel in certain directions. Depending on where the space is, an open space only allows one traveling direction for the waves to go. Enclosed spaces like domes or places with strong walls to bounce back provides many directions. The waves compacted through these travels will seek out a target to hit, once it hits something, it'll combust like a bomb upon it's target with ground debris from traveling underground.

Items:

Equips:

Distribution Points.

Physical Attack: 1
Physical Defense: 1
Magical Attack: 3
Magical Defense: 3
Reflexes: 2
Speed: 3
Awareness: 3

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Her name is Caramella Tempête Vergine but that’s all she knows about herself. Also the fact that she’s tormented by dreams, of places, of the faces of people, and objects that she hasn’t seen before… or at least that’s what she believes. Suffering amnesia, she doesn’t remember her past and has been recovering for three months in the care of kind residents in Traverse Town.

She had been found unconscious on the ground next to the gate leading out of the world. When she came to, all she could remember was her own name. Though something in the back of her mind just kept screaming revenge, her heart felt an unwanted empty feeling gaping within the clouds of what she doesn’t remember…

Unbeknownst to her, this is the tale behind this girl’s lost past.

Due to Lut Braquer’s strict politics, a pair of married aristocrats received a healthy baby girl with porcelain skin, honey gold eyes, and light brown hair. Deemed worthy of the highest class, this little baby girl was given a life of luxury, wealth and all of the joys of being a high-class girl. She was raised how to eat at the table with poise and elegance that young ladies are suppose to know. She was taught in ways of how to speak to those who stand of higher authority then her. She grew up believing that the parents she was given to were her actual parents.

Despite the fact obvious fact that they carried no similar traits, for instance, her parents were tanned, her mother having blonde hair the color of the sun and emerald green eyes, whilst her father having dirty blonde hair and deep sea blue eyes. Caramella grew up like this, knowing nothing of the poverty that plagued most people, including her real parents. She was raised in fancy clothes, fed fancy food, taught fancy things, and taken to fancy places.

She was not snobby like most, but she still held an air of disdain when she came about those lesser than her. She is extremely demanding and can seem unappreciative of others, even though this is often not the case. For the longest time, pride was her vice, dominating her personality and coating her words and actions. The nature of a child growing up in the environment of the aristocrats, which her parents found her to be the pride and joy that, they could ever wish for.

As she grew up through her childhood, she was seen as a lovely little flower amongst the aristocrats. She excelled rather quickly for her age, a bright student, which teachers took great fond of. Alas, in came talent, so did jealously rise within the air. Caramella was far too perfect for her own good. With her beauty, her strong demeanor, cleverness and intelligence, she was known to be the fairest of Lut Braquer.

Although, many were jealous of her radiance, there was just one who sought her utter demise.

Her name was Nebbia. Another aristocratic young woman from a family that lived off of importing and exporting business trades from the other continents. She was the sole heiress of the family business and she decided who could come and find work amongst the aristocrats. Most of her job consisted on who had potential and who didn’t deserve to find work here. Finding a job to work for the aristocrats was the dreams of the commoners. It was Nebbia’s duty to make sure everyone knew their place and that only those who’re deemed worthy of working for the aristocrats were taken into the social classes. Though through many stories, you’ve heard of that certain someone who just can’t stand the protagonist of the story?

Well, Nebbia, this young lady sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant, all due to her spectacular inferiority complex, attained through her childhood, was that character. As she grew up, she suffered, as everyone around her would show his or her affection towards the lovely Caramella, who excelled in beauty, grace and intelligence, despite her young age. Caramella had many friends and was smitten by boys in their classes during their years in private schools. Unlike Nebbia, who possessed sun kissed gold skin, long pools of dark brown hair, cascading down to her waist, and jade green eyes.

Nebbia was a clumsy one in her childhood and was always picked on because of that. Like one event, she was assisting in placing up banners for a grand festival taking place, she tore all of the banners with a simple slip of pushing the ladder, leading a domino effect towards all of the banners. Another time, she made a blunder of falling on her dress, breaking expensive porcelain imported from another country. Even though everyone told her she was cute, Caramella’s beauty was the fairest amongst Lut Braquer. Who couldn’t help but feel envious of her perfection?

One day, being utterly clumsy, Nebbia broke a precious instrument and just broke down. She was simply no good at doing anything without messing up. How could anyone be any more pathetic then she, who couldn’t even follow simple tasks right without messing up? All of her classmates laughed at her misfortune. “There she goes again, clumsy Nebbia being a klutz again, breaking something!” laughed one student.

“Can’t you do anything right without messing up?”

“That isn’t very lady-like of you to just incessantly break things, Nebbia.”

All that could be heard was laughter throughout the classroom for Nebbia wept in silence. They were right and she wasn’t going to deny it. She was far too clumsy that she couldn’t even follow directions properly without messing something up. It’s the same ordeal when someone asks her to do something. She just couldn’t hold onto what her parents and teachers told her. They kept telling her that she shouldn’t worry about being the best or trying to out beat anybody because she just had to be herself. Apparently, being herself wasn’t enough, for when Caramella was around, she was gifted in doing things perfectly. She didn’t need a second change to do things for with one try, she perfected a trial without a single sweat dripping down her pretty little head.

Although she was still an aristocrat, possessing a strong aura, and entrancing stare, she silenced the classroom with a single look. The angel herself glided over to Nebbia, holding out her hand, whilst to help her up to her feet. That simple act of kindness was the start of a beautiful friendship. During this time, Nebbia believed Caramella to be her very best friend. Despite Nebbie’s clumsiness, Caramella accepted her as her best friend, a sweet companion to have by her side, to show the world of her kindness, which just boosted her popularity. For this golden period, everything was bliss; there wasn’t a care in the world that could separate the girls from having tea together, shopping together, or partaking in-group projects together.

Everyone thought it was odd of Caramella to be best friends with such an odd ball like Nebbia but no one questioned if it was worthy. What wasn’t delightful then to see two lovely maidens spend the days away, fluttering like butterflies together, doing what young ladies do when they’re together. Though Nebbia could only keep one thing away from Caramella, that was her crush on a simple commoner, she had grown up with. A beautiful boy with the talent given to him by the muses. Oh, how fate cruelly fated their paths for Nebbia was an aristocrat and the boy was just an ordinary boy from a common middle-class family. There was no way the two could be together…

Although she was a prideful and elegant, Caramella was rather obsessive when it came to music. She asked for a minstrel that will play beautiful songs for her. A simple wish such as hers was granted. Her parents believed that she deserved what she wished because she was that deserving of a child. At the age of fourteen, she was granted a personal entertainer.

His name was Nue, a youth with hair the color of the night, and seductive green eyes. He had the face that appeared as if it was craved out by the angels in heaven. His hands were gifted in caressing sweet melodies through his instrument, hypnotizing the maiden in the lazy afternoons. She didn’t allow him out of her sight, at least, not that Nue minded in the least. For the aristocratic Caramella, but their love too smote him remained in secrets. Their social classes tore them apart, for a mere minstrel couldn’t marry a lady from an aristocratic family.

Nebbia noticed as days went on by, the more distant Caramella appeared to be. She couldn’t help but notice the fairest maiden of all Lut Braquer was daydreaming the days away, staring deeply within the eyes of her minstrel whilst his magical fingers plucked at the strings of his lyre. It troubled Nebbia, feeling left out of what was going on between the two of them. She insisted on asking what was wrong but Caramella wouldn’t utter a single syllable. Nebbia gave up trying just in time to discover the truth one fateful night.

On this night, the flower’s thick fragrance spilled through the air, the winds were whispering sweet nothings, cooling off the baking afternoon with the calming evening. Stars flooded the ebony skies as the pale moon raised into the night. A lovely night, it was indeed. Taking a leisurely stroll through the city park one quiet evening to ease her worried mind, she stumbled across Caramella and her minstrel, gazing at each other; the space between them disappeared in the warm embrace. Sealed with a single kiss underneath the silver moon sparkling moon dust along the atmosphere, Nebbia was crushed.

All of those years they spent together felt like nothing at that very moment. Nebbia felt betrayed. Caramella could have any other suitor in the land but she chooses Nebbia’s love. She took away the only thing that Nebbia could have wanted since Caramella could have anything she wanted. She was just that perfect. Her beauty was far beyond compare that no man could ever say no to her. It broke the Nebbia that everyone once knew, clumsy little Nebbia had finally snapped to her last strands of sanity.

“You little witch!” she screamed, pointing her finger accusingly over to Caramella.

“You call me a witch when you’ve done nothing at all to deserve Nue’s affection,” Caramella defended arrogantly, holding her lover’s hand tightly, “You were nothing without my assistance, dear Nebbia, you were a clumsy helpless fool, who sought to be just as beautiful, as deservingly and radiant as I am. Heed my conviction though, I didn’t use our friendship as to gain popularity, but because I voluntarily wanted to be your friend.”

“Liar! You’ve always had it easy then anyone else,” Nebbia argued, “It was always Caramella, Caramella, Caramella! I’m sick of it. What is it about you that make everyone go out of their way to treat you like a princess? It’s repulsive and humiliating to other girls.”

“Oh really? If you make me seem all that bad then how come you’re the one with the short end of the stick?” Caramella asked, impaling her words bull’s eye into Nebbia’s heart.

“Mark my words, Caramella, I’ll have my revenge and you’ll be the one who’ll be sorry to ever lived to see the sunlight again,” Nebbia cried out bitterly before fleeing to commence her plot. Word got out that Caramella was seeing the minstrel. Immediately, Caramella’s father lashed out in outrage to his own daughter to sinking so low. How appalled her parents were to know that their daughter was seeing someone who doesn’t have anything to offer in benefits for their daughter. She could have done better. Officials searched high and low for the two but failed to capture them. Four months since Caramella and Nue’s discovered relationship, they ran so faraway.

They ran.

They were caught.

Nue and Caramella were placed on separate trials due to the justice system working entirely different depending on the social classes. Nue was sentenced to death by the struck of lightning in the storm platform. A particular platform made to electrocute criminals who’ve sinned beyond saving. Caramella was forced to watch the process commence. Dark clouds surrounded the suspended platform, whilst Nue was bond upon a metal stake before the storm.

Calm before the storm, the wind picked up, blowing heartlessly as the clock ticked away before the rain began to fall. With the jutting winds and icy droplets of water dancing together, it felt like stabbing cold needles against Nue’s skin. Caramella screamed and cried out mercy for her lover but no one would dare answer her cries. She was forced to watch as her lover suffered a slow starting death.

Thunder rumbled within the clouds. Heat lightning before to trickle it’s way into the surrounding. She couldn’t bear to watch her love die like this but she couldn’t look away. It was a competition against her wailing laments or the thunder’s mighty roar. The thunder won the fight, bellowing out louder and louder as the storm picked up. Beckoning the lightning to come along its way.

Without a hesitation, the lightning came, like sparkling veins inside of a human’s body dancing against the darkest clouds. Nue gave one last look to Caramella, his eyes glowering with longing, as if to give out the message that he loved her, even though no one would approve of their love. The lightning struck against the metal and traveled into his body, electrocuting his body, stopping his heart instantly. As if hitting right on cue, the thunder sent one last roar, leaving a scar forever wounding Caramella’s heart.

Then it was Caramella’s turn for her trial and punishment. Breaking the sacred law by loving someone outside of her class was vile deed to commit. Escaping out of severe punishment was impossible. Her punishment was public execution within the pit of the beasts to show the world what you do if you dare defy the laws of the sacred Deities. Stripped of her title as an aristocrat, the loveliest maiden within the city, lover to her lost beloved and daughter to even her foster parents, she was nothing more then a criminal now. Set up upon a stadium for all to belittle her presence as she waited her death. Dark pools swarmed all over the ground, all for the audience to see, the dark magicians at work, manipulating the shadowed beast’s attention to the poor girl.

Little did anyone know was that the best that they’ve captured were the heartless. The very beings that could destroy worlds within the universe. Even with the gasp and awes of the crowd echoing throughout the stadium, Caramella stayed unpaved of the strange creatures crawling over to her. She welcomed death to come sooner, whilst to be reunited with her beloved Nue.

Unlike Nue’s death, it was hot and blazing against her tender porcelain skin. The sun’s rays pierced into her eyes, making it nearly impossible to see. She didn’t care at all. Death was swift and painless; their claws were like pins stinging into her very heart before pulling it out. In a flash of light, Caramella’s body disappeared. Everyone went back on with their life. Never again questioning authority of the laws set in place for them to live under.

What Caramella thought would be the end was just the very beginning. Darkness swallowed her whole. Swimming through the pools of darkness, sweet memories began to fade away from her very essence. She couldn’t hear Nue’s sweet songs playing on his lyre. She couldn’t see his beautiful face or touch his warm embrace. Hatred took over the remains of her body, telling her it wasn’t time to leave yet. She wanted justice, she wanted love and most of all, and she wanted revenge against that conniving little vixen that ruined her life! It was all fading away from her vision…

“Are you okay?” asked a stranger, face hidden behind a cloak but judging from the sound of the voice, it appeared to be a girl.

Opening her eyes, what were the remains of Caramella, or what we’d know today is a nobody, looked over to the hooded girl, her features were covered slightly from view. Though she hid her face, Caramella couldn’t sense any hostility within her. “I’m fine,” she spoke lifelessly, “Where am I?”

“Soleil Vallée,” the hooded girl replied, “and my name is Azucena Limpieza. What’s your name?”

What was her name? The girl that was once known Caramella Tempête Vergine was long gone. Burning within her mind is faded memories; all she could hear at that moment was bellowing thunder. Booming inside of her mind, a screaming maiden, lamenting of her lost love, dying by the stuck of lightning. All flashing before her eyes and then the next moment, she looking straight into the Azucena’s eyes.

“My name’s Thunder,” she returned back.

As a nobody, she was free from any emotions but ignorant to that fact, she was held down by false emotions of her previous self. She learned of her location, she was only seven days away from Lut Braquer, in the southern region in a humble valley where the middle-class and lower class resided. The acquaintance known, as Azucena became her new friend, she was placed as a warrior, trained to manipulate sound waves. It was a technique only to be used to protect others. Thunder pleaded for Azucena’s assistance for revenge against the aristocrat that ruined Caramella’s life.

Surprisingly Azucena agreed to work together with Thunder to seek out revenge. Azucena told Thunder that it was of personal reasons due to her family’s living conditions worsening as the rise of taxes are coming against the two lower classes of the social class. More money meant feeding the high class with more luxury. More wealth to spend on worthless material stuff and various other junk.

Seeing it through different eyes made Thunder see that the life she lived wasn’t all that pretty. It meant that as long as her body was still visible within sight then her purpose within existence was still valid. That the reason she was still there was that she needed to seek vengeance against having a love that no one wanted around.

So the next two years, she was taught the ways of the warrior from Azucena. She grew stronger and learned to battle so that she didn’t need to rely on anyone’s help. When the time was right on that ready moment, they journeyed to Lut Braquer and sought their revenge. Two years was plenty of time for Nebbia earn popularity amongst everyone. She was now the fairest of the city, not to Thunder’s surprise so finding her wasn’t a problem at all.

Getting close to her was the problem, but cleverness was one of her gifted traits, or at least it was one of her gifted traits when she was somebody. Hence the reason why Thunder disguised herself as a mere chambermaid, working behind the scenes until she caught Nebbia’s attention. Knowing Nebbia better then anyone else by instinct, it wasn’t long before the two of them became fast friends.

So when everyone went back home and Nebbia was ready to retire, Thunder made the move. With a blade ready in her hands, she aimed and slashed straight towards her heart. What collided with her blade was another razor sharp blade that came out of nowhere. Before she could react, she was instantly bound and trapped by Nebbia’s bodyguards. Nebbia took a good glance at Thunder.

“I thought I killed you two years ago, Caramella,” she said spitefully, “You don’t seem to know when to die. If one trip to the pit of the beasts wasn’t enough then another trip should do the trick. Take her and the other assassin there!”

Brought back to the place where memories began to flood into the back of her head. She remembered that this was the place where she sought revenge. Despite the familiar surroundings, the crowd cheering for another death, and the blazing sun in her eyes again, it felt completely different. Pools of darkness swarmed through the ground again. It was the heartless again, but this time they didn’t appear to be crawling up to neither Thunder nor Azucena. Strange.

The beasts didn’t even move an inch from where they were summoned as if knowing that the person standing right before them wasn’t human. There was no need to waste their strength on someone who wasn’t even whole. Unfortunately, the dark magicians that believed to be able to manipulate them lost control.

The heartless looked into Thunder’s eyes and could already tell what she desired. Being brainless servants to those with a stronger will, they immediately followed her orders and began attacking their previous masters, stealing their hearts away. Their bodies disappeared within thin air. Panic and uproar risen within the stadium as the people within it began to run away. Sensing this fear, more heartless started swarming the place. It wasn’t long before Nebbia was captured and had her heart stolen away from the heartless. It wasn’t how Thunder wanted her to die but her vengeance was granted. Too bad the heartless grew out of her control and begun attacking Thunder’s friend, Azucena. Even the warrior Azucena couldn’t manage the armies of heartless coming at her, but Thunder didn’t want her to die at their hands. The nobody thought about it for a moment before going to her position. A single stab in the back was enough to bring down her friend.

“Thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you,” Thunder said softly to her friend. Before Azucena reached her death, Thunder extracted her heart, claiming it as her own. Although it made her whole, her emotions changed completely. Revenge and hatred faded within her mind, finally reaching ease and peace. Before she realized what was happening, a pool of darkness soon swallowed her up. Everything from there blacked out. A newfound pain simmering within her chest began to intensify because it wasn’t her heart.

The heart she had stolen was a strong one, fighting it’s way out of her body, to return back to where it belongs. Thunder’s refusal to give it up made her body weakened and slightly diminished due to the constant struggle between her heart and her body. With a new heart came the abilities that her friend Azucena had before, which was sound manipulation.

When she woke up once again, she was rested upon a bed in the home of kind residents of Traverse Town. All she could remember was her name, her birth name that was given to her when she entered the lives of her foster parents. Everything else was a big blur. Though after spending three months recovering, she had been once again plagued by that horrible feeling deep inside of her mind.

She knew she couldn’t stay long within the place she was found in and asked for a way to get out of this place. Granting her wish, they provided her a way out of Traverse Town, hence her new journey to seek herself once again. Despite all odds that she doesn’t know where she is or even the fact that she doesn’t know herself, she’s going against all odds to make it her mission in life to find out who she truly is…

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Name Meaning.

Although the name Thunder creates executive ambitions, we emphasize that it causes an emotional intensity that is hard to control. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the reproductive organs, and nervous system. The name of Thunder has given you a strong desire for a high standard of living. From a very early age, your ambitions have been directed toward the accumulation of material wealth. However, you have a generous side to your nature as well, and like to share what you have with others. You have empathy for the problems of others, particularly on social or economic issues, and you would gain satisfaction-doing work of a humanitarian nature. You have a clever mind and must have an interest outside the home to be happy. Because of your interest in business and the affairs of the world, you find it easy to converse with all types of people.

Bloodtype.

Type B. People with Type B Blood are curious about and interested in everything. That's may be good, but they also tend to have too many interests and hobbies, and they tend to get all excited about something suddenly and then later drop it again just as quickly. They do manage to know which of their many interests or loved ones are the ones that are really important, the ones they should hold on to. B Types tend to excel in things rather than just be average. Though they tend to be so involved in their own world or become so carried away with something that they neglect other things. They have the image of being bright and cheerful, full of energy and enthusiasm, but some people think that they are really quite different on the inside. It can also be said about them that they don't really want to have much real contact with others.

[Zero [Axel]]

The main thing I saw was Evanescent Melody. Sound waves are a tricky thing and you're ability makes it unavoidable. You'll need to change it.

For Verse, make sure that what she actually attacks with is at leasst semi-visible.

That's all I see right now, but I' also haven't slept in 26 hours >.O

[seysey]

o.o;; You're insane!

Going without sleep like that. >>;;

Anywho, I modified the abilities.

If there's anything else, just tell meh. :3

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

...Wow...

That's probably one of the most interesting histories I've seen in a long time. Reminded me of a bunch of different Shakespearean plays. ^_^

~Accepted~

Locked and moved.