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LYRIAN, Aureolin R. Oct 4, 2012 9:01:23 GMT -5

Post by aureolin rafiel lyrian on Oct 4, 2012 9:01:23 GMT -5

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Aureolin Rafiel Lyrian.

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[/b] Aureolin Rafiel Lyrian
RESPOND TO: Aureo("Oreo")
AGE: Nineteen
BIRTHDATE: November Fourth, 1993
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
WARD: Mutant
DIAGNOSIS: Winged
CLAIMS TO BE: Mirua Haruma
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[/b] Aureolin is a very Sweet boy at heart, he simply has too much on his shoulders. He seems depressed most of the time, often slipping into the familiar habit of cutting for comfort. He has an undying love for nature, and is a diehard pacifist. Aureolin doesn't stand up well to peer pressure, and is easily crushed in conflict. He rarely fights back to anything, and submits most of the time. Aureolin loves to read as well, and also enjoys the occasional match of chess. He always loves a good horse race, and keeps up with the scores as well.

REACTIONS: Aureolin was born in a middle class family, living just on the outskirts of Old Crow, Canada. His family owned a small farm where they had two horses- Prince and Sky's Limit- as well as a few chickens and an old dairy cow named Annabelle. Aureolin was used to waking up early in the morning to milk the cow, feed the horses, and gather eggs from the chicken coop, though he had his head in the clouds. Aureolin loved to make up songs for himself, sketch what he saw, and would even make up scenarios about some things, just for the fun of it. An only child for some time, Aureolin grew up with only the farm animals as his friends, and his parents.

Gregory Meadows, Aureolin's father, was a skilled jockey. Sky's limit, the beautiful bay purebred Stallion they owned, was his prized mount. Aureolin was always with his dad to not only cheer him on, but also as a part of the crew that helped manage horse and rider. It was his dream to follow in his father's footsteps, though he doubted he would be able to with his wings. The Meadows' name has been on the scoreboards many times, earning first place in the American Kentucky Derby, and second place in more than one race, whether it be in North America or Europe. Gregory was on,y a few seconds away from winning the Triple Crown, when disaster struck. Sky's limit collapsed in the race, faltering after his heart gave out. The pretty Bay fell horridly, dead, and crushing his rider. Gregory died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, Aureolin at his side.

His Father's death is what brought him down to earth. Aureolin began to loose confidence in himself, his grades were dramatically lowering. Once an all A student, he was dropping dangerously towards C's and D's. He nearly failed his freshman year. There was one person, however, that brought the meaning of life back to Aureolin's eyes. Larkin Zaranchii.

Larkin had been part of the crew for another racehorse- Midnight Sonata. In friendly competition, the two would always joke about who would win, and make petty bets, or dares. It was what two teenagers did, really. Larkin knew about Aureolin's secret, but never told it. Larkin was hurt by Gregory Meadow's death as well, despite being on an opposing Jockey's team. He had been friends with the man and his son, despite being a Junior while Aureolin was a Freshman. He began coming over to see Aureolin, helping him and his mother on the farm, and growing close to the boy.

Larkin and Aureolin were in love throughout Auroelin's high school years. They were very close, going to dinner together, often going on little trips together, even secretly seeing each other at night. Larkin was a caring man, and would bring Aureolin gifts nearly every time he saw the boy. The two weren't afraid to be laughed at when they were together, though Larkin had found his boyfriend many times crying at the jeers and taunts. During the summer before Aureolin's junior year, however, everything changed. Larkin was driving them to the movies, as they normally did on cool Friday evenings. There was a small little drive-in that showed classics every night, and they would just sit on top of Larkin's Ford F150, watching them together until the theatre closed, before heading back to the Meadows' home. But tonight was different. A few minutes before they arrived, it began to rain. Aureolin wanted to turn back, but Larkin assured him they could just sit inside the car to watch the movie. They were almost there, slowly trekking through the pouring rain, when a car came out of nowhere.

Larkin was killed by the impact. Aureolin sustained heavy trauma to his head and legs, and was in critical condition for two weeks.

Finding out that his only love had been killed was too much. Aureolin dropped into depression, refusing to eat, or even go to school. He failed his junior year, and began cutting. When that didn't help, he resorted to suicide. Hs mother caught him right before he hung himself.

With so little options, he was sent to the so-called "rehabilitation" center for "treatment." Tests resulted in the creation of his hated, but Angelic wings.
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• Lillian Meadows - Mother
• Renee Vargas - Close friend
• Samuel Zaranchii - Father-in-law
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Sobs rang out through the empty halls, Filling the still air with bleak emotion.

Blood ran down the glassy surface of the mirror, distorting the image of the boy before it. Bare chested he stood, painfully thin arms holding the counter in a vice grip. His muscles jutted from his arms, setting the limbs atremble in a fit of spasms. The red liquid rolled down his cheek, dripping into the growing pile below him. Red. It was all red. He could taste red, he could feel red, he cried red.

Aureolin was done. He had given up. Bloodied white feathers carpeted the slick tile floor, joined by shreds of flesh, shards of bone. Everything was covered in blood. The winged boy was no more. The glorious appendages lay crippled against his back, a knife to them. Aureolin couldn't hide the agonized wails as he shakily cut through the bone, the knife moving slowly against his flesh. He didn't want to be here. He just wanted to go home. If he was normal, could he go? Aureolin let out a quiet scream. It was just too much.

The knife clattered to the ground, joined by the soiled white feathers as the door was kicked open....

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