Expelled Students

Unfortunately, some of our students do not follow the school rules and cause too much trouble, but we must provide a safe and sound place for our students to learn. In the end, we have to terminate all contracts and expel them. Below are a few of of previous students that have met with such terrible misfortune. If you ever see them on campus, please inform a staff member right away!

EXPELLED STUDENT

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Basics
Full Name: Kana Nakini
Nickname: Ka-chan or Ka-kun
Gender: Male
Martial Status: Single
Age: 19
Birth Date: December 31, 1990
Occupation/Grade: Freshman in college
Dreams/Life Goals: To become a author or poet

Appearance
Hair: Dark dark blue
Eyes: Dark blue
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim with slight muscles



Character Personality
Kana is a very outgoing person. He usually will flirt with anyone who he finds intresting whether it be male or female. He is nowhere near naive at all and loves to show it. He usually can talk for hours on end and won't stop until someone hits him or he gets bored of the person her is talking to. Kana can be known for ending up in a persons bed and not know how he got there. He tries to be respectful to his elders but mostly fails in the end. Kana also has a soft side. He loves cooking and can watch a chickflick without a problem.. Well if you count out crying at the sad parts a problem. He wants someone who will love him and not treat him like a toy.

Character Background
Kana was raised in a poor neighborhood by his drug-addicted mother and workaholic father. He never saw much of them so he didn't really learn the things parents should teach their child so he ended up graviting towards the wrong friends. He ended up in a gang and the he had to do a bet to get in. The bet was he had to pay a random hooker to take his virginity at the age of 11. He of course did it and ended up becoming of the gangs most valuable members. The gang often commited crimes like stealing a lady's purse or stealing from the local gas station. Although they commited crimes doing drugs in the gang was forbidden and punished by death. So Kana never touched drugs. When he was 13, his mother shot his father then she killed herself by overdosing. Kana was finally realised what kind of place this was and he vowed to make it out of there. Hewas taken into custody by a uncle who decided to send Kana to The Academy when Kana was 14. He has been there ever since.

Preference: Bi
Origin: Chicago
Language: Japanese and English
Blood Type: AB
Weight: 134 pounds
Guardians: Kana's Uncle
Career/Past Careers: None
Hobbies: Sleeping, running, watching chickflicks (secretly), and swimming
Likes: The color blue, tennis shoes, bananas, and chocolate, and cold showers.
Dislikes: Drugs, very hot weather, and waiting in line
Fears: Guns
Bad habits: Waking up in someone elses bed and not knowing how he got there
Turn ons: Men who shave, shy people, and mysterious people
Turn offs: Clinginess, annoying voice, and body odor

Full Name: Ayame Chinatsu
Nickname: N/A
Gender: male
Age: 18
Birth Date: 22 April 1991
Origin: French/Polish, but born in Japan
Language: English, Japanese, Polish, Slavonic

Marital Status: single (and on top of that he never went out with anyone)
Spouse: Bi, but more of asexual, since he has no idea what 'flirt' or 'seduction' means. He would fall in love, but probably then have no idea what to do.

Grade: Senior High School
Dreams/Life Goals: Ayame doesn’t really think about future, but if asked he’d probably say that he’d like to become librarian.


Hair: He has waist lenght, wavy, blond hair, more curly at the ends. He usually let them loose, since he despises tying them up, and more that often he's wearing girlish hair clips.
Eyes: Ayame's eyes are dark blue with long eyelashes; when he was younger he was often teased about how girly they looks.
Height: 6'1''
Build: Normal. He has long legs, and is rather slim; not very muscular, but not completly out of shape. Ayame has several small scars over his body. The most visible one is located on his nape, star shaped burn scar, reaching base of his neck. When he has his hair loose, it’s completely invisible though.
Blood Type: A+

Personality:
Ayame is slow. Or, more likely, everyone thinks that he is slow, since he speaks with long pauses and not much. He also tends to stare at person he speaks with, to the point where he looks like he forgot about answering.
In reality there is always race going on in his head; he thinks very quickly and even faster get's bored, that's why he speaks slowly - before other person can answer, he already get's bored and disatracted; also beacuse of it, it's common for him to spit out something completly random and out of place, something he just thought of.
Only when he is excited or embarassed he talks a lot, and usually so fast that he often bites his own tongue.
Though he's treated as shy, antisocial bookworm, Ayame is quite friendly and easy-going. If he gets interested he would approach other person for sure, but if not, expect worse silent treatment you have ever encountered ...
He get's rude when annoyed, and if he doesn't like something he would inform other person about that for sure, not caring about consequences. He also has hard time with apologizing even if he's at fault.
Ayame likes doing things his own way and at his own speed; because of it he’s usually alone, not many people can stand that he never looks back if anyone is following him.

Background:
Ayame was born as second son, and fourth kid in family. Only he inherited his grand father blond hair and blue eyes - rest of siblings was dark haired, as well as his parents.
He lived in crowded, not very rich, but overall happy house with both parents, two brothers and two older sisters.
He was bullied a little during elementary school because of his girlish appearance; not wanting to make his over worked parents worry, he never said a word about that, even when he was abused more and more.
Around that time oldest daughter started mess with drugs - and quickly became addicted. Beeing silent was for Aya only option, he couldn’t bring himself to make parents suffer because of him too. Occupied with too many kids, financial problems, oldest girl becoming narcoman - Aya’s parents overlooked their second son drama.
In second year of middle school bullies reached their limit - and Ayame got group raped by them.
He never said a word about it to his family nor anyone other; only doctors knew truth, while he was convincing everyone that because of car accident he ended in hospital. Soon after leaving hospital he managed to enroll to Academy. Never admiting that in fact he was running away from his family; he keeps very loose contact with them.

Hobbies: Books. The more and the longer the better. If you ever seen him without book, consider him as ill.

Likes: hair clips, icicles, rats, sleeves long enough to hide his hands in it, any weather other than sunny
Loves: books (obviously), sitting in empty library during night
Dislikes: hot weather, strong smells
Loathes: idiots (those he considers at the moment as idiots), his skin being touched
Fears: physical contact (though at the same time he really longs for it) being locked in small spaces
Strengths: Ayame reads extremely fast and has photographic memory
Weakness: He can't draw at all, and his writing style is horrible. Aya also doesn't have any sense of direction, and happens to confuse left with right.
Good qualities: He can quickly make accurate decision about everything and is good at listening
Bad habits: Since he likes holding fingers close to his lips, he usualy mumbles and is hard to understand because of that. Also, when reading he likes to nibble edge of his sleeves.
Turn ons: Ayame: Err ... Wut?
Turn offs: pink on other people than himself, people he doesn't like

Other: Ayame secretly keeps black, domesticated rat in his room in dormitory; it's named "Friday".

Full Name: Bianca

Nickname: Unknown

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Student

Age: 16

Birth Date: March 20

Occupation/Grade: Sophomore

Dreams/Life Goals: Wants the perfect husband and family

Appearance

Hair: Persian Pink

Eyes: Maya Blue

Height: 5’8’’

Weight: 115 lbs.



Character Personality
A second-year student in high school, Bianca has always had the ability to see ghosts, spirits, and demons. But rather than feeling special, she finds her gift annoying and even hazardous! The spirits seem to love teasing her and making her look like a fool in public. However, despite the clusters of paranormal apparitions around her, Bianca is a very sweet girl who is always prone to daydreaming. She is mostly calm and mannered, but when she gets excited, she becomes a hyperactive force of nature. Also, she always uses slightly incorrect formal speech, a habit she picked up from her father.


Character Background:
Bianca is a regular high school girl who can see spirits and demons. Depending on the day, time, and her mood, she can be either a horrible tyrant or one of the sweetest, most touching girls ever. Her behavior ranges from mercilessly teasing everyone and hitting students with blunt objects to kind and gentle words and simple, encouraging and telling others she believes in them. She is often selfish, irresponsible, miserly, and generally dysfunctional, and shamelessly expects her friends, to not only tolerate all of this, but to enable it. She becomes jealous when other girls receives nicer birthday presents from family and friends, and will even give her friends a topic of conversation so that she can ditch them and go swimming at the school pool or go shopping.

Off the school grounds, she frequently drags her vespa out on extensive drinking parties, which Bianca’s friends usually have to pay for. She is very fond of Pizza, which becomes the object of many of her extravagant wagers involving whatever home she lives in. She even becomes incredibly jealous whenever anyone has eaten expensive food, such as Spa-boiled eggs or Egg soup. She is also a huge fan of video games, and becomes angry when the store runs out of the newest game.
Rather than being hateful, though, Bianca is amusing and likeable - one can see why their friends like her, even as she annoys them.
Bianca can speak English fluently, and uses this ability to claim intellectual superiority over her fellow classmates.


Lover: Unknown

Origin: Shreveport, Louisiana (America)

Language: English/ German/ French

Blood Type: Type A

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: 115 lbs. Has an average woman’s body with a slim waist, but she has a bit of a sleeping disorder

Parents/Elders/Guardians: She travels, so for now she’s on her own

Career/Past Careers: N/A

Hobbies: Unknown

Likes: Noodles, egg, grilled fish, egg soup, milk, spa-boiled egg, yogurt, omelet, pizza

Loves: Strawberry Milk

Dislikes: Vegetables, fruit

(She likes only a select few of her fruits and veggies, but not very many)

Hates: Curry

Fears: Heights

Strengths: Sees spirits, demons, and monsters

Good qualities: She’s a very sweet girl who is actually quite mature for her age

Bad habits: Occasionally, she is caught biting her nails out of nervousness

Turn on: Sweet, handsome, and honest men

Turn off: Anybody rude and distasteful

Basics

Full Name: Kallen Ashford
Nickname: Unknown
Gender: Female
Martial Status: Single
Age: 16
Birth Date: December 29
Occupation/Grade: Sophomore
Dreams/Life Goals: Unknown

Appearance
Hair: Malaysian Cherry Red
Eyes: Olive Drab
Height: 5'4''
Build: Slender and womanly



Character Personality
Kallen is a very hyper energetic, yet friendly girl. She is extremely impulsive and never considers, nor cares about, the consequences of anything she says or does. In fact, she spends most of her enery on annoying others around her. However, Kallen never forgets her manners when they are truly needed and is always there when someone is in need. Despite Kallen's's over-the-top recklessness, she manages to get decent grades of C's and the occasional A.

Character Background:
Kallen holds an almost quixotically weak grip on the difference between fantasy and reality; for example, she believes that some video games or fantasy movies can actually happen or were at least once true. She also emanates an aura of benign vapidness that causes much of the people around her to look down on her her with disdain. In fact, Kallen can be exceedingly destructive - although only when nobody is watching. She spends much of her time exacting retribution against those who have wronged her by taking her classmates' cell phones or motorbikes and feeding them to the local landfill, only to have her plan backfire. Kallen can be seen as lacking control over her life or willpower, hence the near-constant child-like reliance on others. This could also explain why she loves taking care of things that are weak-willed, which she leaves when they start to show independence. This leads to her eventual disinterest in some of her old hobbies and ultimately proves a disaster for her mental health. Also, she is childhood friends with Kaimu.

Preference: Heterosexual
Origin: Shreveport, Louisisana
Language: English, German
Blood Type: A
Weight: 115 lbs.
Guardians: Father and Mother
Career/Past Careers: N/A
Hobbies: Collecting Chlorine tablets
Likes: Connecting on the internet with friends
Dislikes: The feeling of rejection
Fears: Heights
Bad habits: Has a bad tendancy to be overly impulsive and a tad bit annoying at the most crucial of times. She also bites her nails and paces excessively.
Turn ons: Men who are older, short black hair
Turn offs: Long hair on men

Basics
Full Name: Aoife “Mila” Kostava (It isn’t her real last name, but one she made up to use.)
Nickname: She changed her name to Mila, and only answers to that.
Gender: Female
Martial Status: Single
Age: Actual age is around 507, though she isn’t sure. And she appears to be in her teens at or around age 16.
Birth Date: Unknown, even she doesn’t know her exact birth date but she uses November 1st since that was around the day she was changed.
Occupation/Grade: She is starting out as a Sophmore in high school at Alculard
Dreams/Life Goals: To eventually find the three who killed her family, and to find inner peace within herself.

Appearance
Hair: When she was human it was a dull muddy brown, but after her change it turned a deep mahogany brown with red highlights.
Eyes: Normally the classic Irish green, but when ever her vampire side starts to take over they turn a deep burgundy.
Height: 5’0 A poor diet as a human stunted her growth adding to her youthful appearance.
Build: When she was human she was very thin with wiry muscle from hard work, but after being changed her body filled out giving her subtle feminine curves.



Character Personality
When around new people Mila is initially quite and composed. She tends to sit back and watch how things play out rather than throw herself into the midst of things. This often causes her to come off as aloof and self-centered.

Her mind is constantly moving forward rarely dwelling on one thought for long. So even when her body is stationary her imagination and thoughts know no bounds making her fairly absent minded to the point that she might abruptly stop talking to someone because her mind has ventured elsewhere.

Her passion is reading and more often than not she can be found with her nose stuck in some old leather bound book. Her favorite books are those that were printed closest to her birth year because it helps her piece together the facts about what life was like all over the world when she was human. And also it lets her remember and reflect on how times have changed.

For many years she lived a reclusive lifestyle and at times she feels overwhelmed when in large groups and will make excuses to leave if she can.

Character Background
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I was born in a tiny remote village, long since gone now. All traces of it wiped from the earth with time. I go back there sometimes, and stand among the towering trees, that were mere saplings in my youth. I don’t know the year of my birth as such things weren’t often recorded back then, and certainly not the birth of a daughter. Had I been male it would have been a different matter all together. Sons were worth more than daughters back then. But I’m not here to talk about the social pyramid of that time. No, instead I’m going to share the memories of my mortal life, or at least what I remember of them. It was so long ago…

I was the second child, and first born girl in my family. Though not for long, a succession of two more girls, my sisters, would follow in the years to come. I remember little from my toddler years, expect for a one distinct memory. I was about three or four, and my elder brother Liam took me with him when he went with the other village children to play in the river. He hadn’t wanted to take me, but Mama made him and told him that he was to watch me and make sure I didn’t go into the water as I had yet to learn to swim. For awhile he played the part of a dutiful, albeit reluctant, watchful older brother. But eventually the games of the other children drew his watchful eye away from me, and I was left to my own devices. I knew I wasn’t supposed to go into the water, but it was just so hot out, and there were other children swimming. So why couldn’t I? My four year old self found no reason as to why I shouldn’t, so I treaded heedlessly into the river. The river was fat and deep from the summer rains, and it wasn’t long till the strong current ripped my feet from under me plunging me into its dark depths. My tiny legs struggled and thrashed trying to gain purchase on the rocky bottom. I held my breath for as long as I could but finally the burning became too much and I inhaled a choking mouthful of water. I must have blacked out after that, for the next thing I remembered was my brother’s face looking down at me, his cheeks wet. With river water or tears? Every breath I took stung, my throat and nose raw from the water. My chest hurt too, probably from Liam trying to beat the water out of me. Ever since then I’ve been afraid of swimming, even now when I can’t die from drowning, large bodies of water still send a chill up my spine.

The rest of my childhood blends into a sea of senses, my mother’s jasmine perfume that she made herself, the bristly scratches of my father’s beard when he kissed me goodnight, the loud booming of Liam’s laugh, and less desirably the smell of the old fat sow we had.

The memories freshest in my mind are those of the night that would forever change my life. I was sixteen and of prime age to be married as was customary back then. It was around the end of October, beginning of November. I know this because it was the first night of the Samhain festival. Everyone in the village was preparing for the ending of long summer days and the beginning of long winter nights. Bonfires bathed the village in a warm fiery glow, the voices of my friends and family filled the night air as they walked between the bonfires for the cleansing ritual. Some of the teenage boys wore crudely made costumes and masks to copy the spirits of the dead who supposedly could come back on that night when the veil between life and death was at its thinnest. They came from the shadows beyond the comfort of the flames, three of them in number. Their skin alabaster white with eyes that shone a bloody red like freshly cut rubies. Their gaze terrified me, and meekly I tried to blend in with the rest of the villagers. They eyed us like cattle being led to the slaughter. They spoke quietly to one another, I could tell by the way their lips moved ever so slightly, and though I couldn’t hear them I suppose they were picking out which of us the wanted. Nonetheless the festivities continued, we wouldn’t let three strangers ruin our traditions. And after awhile they were more or less forgotten, and when the fires died down to smoldering embers we all started to depart home to our beds. We never made it.

Faster than any human eye could see they lashed out decapitating and maiming a majority of the villagers, my father and brother and sisters included. Screams filled the once joy filled air. Blood ran like a river creating a sizzling hiss whenever it touched the burning red coals. There were less than ten of us left then after that first onslaught. It was easy for them then to herd us towards the center of the village where one by one they took turns feeding off one of us till there was nothing left, the faces of the dead frozen in a grisly scream. I clutched tightly to my mother like I had when I was a child and sobbed into her shoulder. Bravely she didn’t make a sound except for the soothing murmurs she whispered into my ear. But I could tell from the warm droplets on my own shoulder that she too was crying. Some tried to run and they were quickly cut down before they got far.

When it was my mother’s turn they had to pry me with their cold hands from her, and I thrashed and screamed like a banshee demanding them to let her go. They merely laughed in my face and in an act of cruelty made me watch as the flicker of life died within my mother’s effervescent green eyes. Three more died after that leaving me all alone the last of my village, and by then I was numb to the world consumed by my fear, my pain, my desperation, and most of all my anger. I put on my bravest face when they came towards me I was ready to accept my fate, all the fight in me died with my mother. My only reaction was to stiffen when their cold hands grasped my shoulders and tipped my head back exposing the tender flesh of my neck. I didn’t even cry out when I felt the sharp pinpricks, nor when I heard the grotesque sucking. Eventually I fainted from blood loss, my world cast in darkness just like it had when I nearly drowned. I welcomed death’s shadowy embrace, but the reaper did not come for me.

I woke with a shock in the wee hours of the morning, my entire body ached and throbbed. Surprised I reached up with a blood stained hand to touch my neck. I cried out when my fingers brushed the inflamed fang marks. The pain wretched a bitter dry sob from my chest and I tightly clenched my eyes and curled into a ball. I screamed and shrieked unable to understand why I was still alive when all whom I loved and cherished were dead. I feel asleep again not long after that still too weak from blood loss to stay away long.

The next time I woke was just as the sun was starting to set. Terror gripped at me, what if those three monsters -- I now know them to be vampires -- came back? Mustering up what little strength I had I started to crawl and inch along on the ground trying my hardest not to look at the mangled bodies all around me. Strangled moans erupted from me with each move I made, every part of my body hurt and burned as if someone had lit me on fire from the inside out. After what seemed like hours I finally managed to crawl underneath one tiny hut. The ground there was wet and muddy. The smell under there was awful, rancid vegetables, stagnate water, and god knows what else. I was covered in it all within minutes. Now all I could do was wait, wait for those things to come back and finish me off, or less likely wait until dawn reappeared over the horizon.

Again I passed out, only to wake again what seemed like moments later to hear the hushed voices of the terrible trio again. They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves judging by their aggravated tones. But over what I could not tell. I didn’t dare move a muscle, or make a sound. Even the sound of my own breathing seemed too loud. It seemed like forever till they finally left. But I still remained under the hut in the mud too scared to move, and also in too much pain to even consider doing so. Every part of my body hurt, even parts I didn’t know I had throbbed with unrelenting pain. Surely I was dying, or at least that’s what I thought. Fate had dealt me a different hand, instead of the death that I so greatly desired something else happened to me. My body changed and rearranged cells and molecules. Improving every part of me. Bones became harder, stronger. Muscle’s tightened and toned. And last but not least my heart ceased to beat during that night.

I won’t go into detail about what happened after that night, for it pains me to remember. I’ll only say that I took many lives during my first few years before I started to grasp control over the monstrosity I had become. Eventually it grew easier for me to resist the temptation of the sweet drink of life, and I found myself drifting closer to large civilizations something I dared not do before. At one point I was even bold enough to enroll in a small school, night classes of course, I was fascinated by how much knowledge was out there. So many facts to learn, and ever since then I’ve been jumping from one school to the next on a never ending journey to expand and fill my brain with all there is to learn.

Currently I’ve recently enrolled myself in the school known as Alculard. With its convenient night courses and prestigious academic history it seemed like the perfect, and most logical place for myself to enroll at, at least for now.


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