Name: Nabain Cullen Gender: Male Age: 17, born May 15th Grade: 12th Grade School: Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Handicrafts, classical dance, sleeping, occasional flirt-fest, clowning around and drinking. Has a penchant for romantic fictions and Fantasy, with a fair dabbling in vi...

It didn't occur to Nabain that the sudden heat on his wrist and forearm meant something was wrong, and the shout meant little to him, he barely raised his head. Until he heard the the tiny pops, the hissing, the sudden and growing antipressure on his skin that his memories kicked in. Scars all over ...

"That's more or less the gist of it. And if you wanna put your hands close to fire, I don't mind you disfigurin' yourself." Nabain nodded, "Besides, I once spent a day with a Resene wall guide, I can remember the shades of blue and yellow well enough." He shifted to the left, cle...

"I do mind, boo-hoo for your own incompetence, and why god why?" Nabain answered, not looking up. He pointed to the third paragraph of the assignment handout, "We're here, as the mastermind has set things up. Need to grab yonder ceramic ruler and measure the height, breadth and judge ...

Nabain found combustion to be interesting enough, but usually only for identifying the components one needed to steer well clear of. In order to stave off his memories, he tried to begin diverting the teacher with questions relating to the different types of combustion and duration of the mass depen...

Nabain snorted, and turned back to look at his beloved, unchanging and above all safe stones.

"There there, little ones. Naba will show you his worth, just give him time, just give him time..."

"You ain't'n gonna be function'n in another ten minutes, git. This place'n has a reverence'n, a beauty that you can't behold'n. You thinkin' you kin just gawk at this beauty? You ain't'n gonna get a decent present if'n you ain't'n appreciatin' beauty." He stopped, hands thrust deep into hi...

"Holy shit, the hulk don't smash'n. Heh heh heh hneh hneh..." Nabain sniggered to himself, straightening up. He finally took a proper look at the boy, double-taking at the shrimpy little nerd that stared -in his views- without respect at the gleaming, glittering jewels. He hated people who...

"If'n you're going to arse around here, boy, you can piss off." Nabain looked up after his modest threat, still gazing at a piece of Lapis Lazuli intently, admiring the simple curves of the ring and sharp lines of the blue gem as it sparkled gently. "You're makin' the light sources sh...