|~When they used the word 'strange', man, they really meant it!|
Octavia's ProfileName: Ottoman 'Octavia' Roehl (cross-dresser)Octavia's Profile by TharaCorleone
Date of Birth: 11th November
Heritage: German (born in Berlin)
Height: 5 ft 10
Weight: 88 kg (more muscle than fat)
Hair: Long, chestnut and all hers (it's not a wig)
Eyes: Dark Green
Favourite Style of Clothing: Lolita-style dresses and Mary Jane-style shoes with plenty of rose motifs.
LIKES AND DISLIKES
Favourite Food: Warm Apple Pie
Least Favourite Food: Mushy Peas
Favourite Colour: Rose Red
Least Favourite Colour: Blue
Favourite Film: Dirty Dancing
Least Favourite Film: Anything horrendous, gory and/or to do with the War. (Don't mention the War!)
Favourite Music: Classical
Least Favourite Music: N/A
General Personality: Octavia is generally an optimistic and understanding person who cares an awful deal about people's well-being. She believes in the ideal of 'treat people as you would want to be treated'.
Strengths: She's really open about other people's beliefs and quirks and genuine if something about som
Omakase! Chapter 2 (WIP)Despite the events inside the Akita Sushi Express still being fresh in their minds, the trio were able to have a good night's sleep and wake up early enough to prepare themselves for school. Whereas most places that the students visited, such as the library and the shopping centre, were situated in the hustle and bustle of the city centre, Kyouryoku High required a small journey into the greener countryside surrounding the area.Omakase! Chapter 2 (WIP) by TharaCorleone
Stepping off the tram that stopped just a street away from their school, Hana was having to eat breakfast on the go as she'd had to rush her homework and sitting down to breakfast would have made her late; if it didn't involve food, she could be very forgetful but fortunately her older brother Hideaki had been there to help her out. So at least her rushed homework was correct.
Hearing a beep from her mobile phone, she was greeted with 'Hope you aren't too late' on the screen accompanied by a smiley face; feeling a smile form on her own face, Hana could always c
Requiem: Chapter 15 (WIP)The first step into the musical world provided a shock for Bellissima and the students when the chaotic sounds of the purple haze seemed closer and louder than ever. However, a glance around soon revealed that the broken melodies were actually being produced by the guitar of the nearby figure; sitting on the base of what looked like a statue dedicated to an important Virtuosian male, the figure seemed too engrossed in his chords and rock-esque riffs to even notice the group standing infront of him.Requiem: Chapter 15 (WIP) by TharaCorleone
"Rocky!" Bellissima exclaimed, pouting a little like an upset child. "Can't you play your guitar badly somewhere else?!"
"Not really," he replied, poking his tongue out at her as his riffs lowered into gentle string-plucking. "Besides, I've been waiting here for a reason."
"It wouldn't be me, would it?" She then asked, sighing.
"I never knew you were so vain, Bell," he snickered, causing the blonde to give a somewhat insulted gasp in response. "I'm not here for you. Muse told me about how yo
Fedora-wearing mafioso enthusiast with an interest for quirky animation and video games. May make you an offer you can't refuse.|
My current fandoms: Urban Rivals, Strange Hill High, Shin Megami Tensei/Persona, Saints Row, Pokemon.
Original concepts: Colorose, Requiem and Colonel Cupid.