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Die Urszene fĂŒr meine literarischen BemĂŒhungen geht mir nicht mehr aus dem Kopf: das Bild des Vogelmanns in der Höhle von Lascaux (Dordogne, Frankreich) aus der Jungsteinzeit.
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10.) Can you define a turning point in your characterâs life? Multiples are acceptable.
 [ALSATIA]
His first turning point was at his 15 years. Until there, he had an uneventful life (apart from one perverted teacher, nothing that would left a deep emotional scar) as a normal teenager at Iceland. Then, all of a sudden, he was at a new country, with a new name, a man he never saw before deeming he was his father and surrounded by a strange culture, strange people and the knowledge his mother was death and he had nothing more to return for at his homeland. It was a hard, sour blow that left him forever changed; his smile, once so bright, vanished forever. His personality, shy but definitely warm and sociable, froze like his nostalgic Iceland. It was like seeing another entirely different Alsatia â a new boy that born there, âAruâ.
It could be said that his second turning point would be some years later, when he was married with Tsuruya Tamaki. It was not just about the marriage, but everything that followed that: responsibilities, the title of Patriarch, demands for heirs, a whole new set of enemies and corruption and one big mess to clean up, and above all, Gaiâs jealousy over his new status. Everything took a tool on an already frail Aru, and that was the start of his long story with sleeping pills and other questionable medicines.
 [MAKIHIKO]
That single moment would be burnt forever inside his mind, like a tattoo, a prisonerâs sigil. He felt nothing and at the same time he felt everything. All the emotions burnt in a fire and what just got behind was the shame. Not even revenge quite stood there; everything vanished, and he became a creature moved by a single desire of running away from everything.
He did so. He ran away so perfectly that he became another entirely different person. A new life he promised he wouldnât destroy this time. And he thought that he would manage to keep that person, that past, that life like a lingering, annoying dream.
How silly of him; the past is like a ghost. Like an annoying dream. It came back.
 [MIKOTO]
She couldnât even remember why she was there. Why that was happening. She prayed that everything was just a bad dream and that was just the usual treatment: harsh words, discrete and non-compromising violence, verbal assaults. Kicks. Those were things she could deal with, she dealt with it everyday. But that was wrong: the excruciating pain, the smell of burnt flesh. The knowledge that the flesh was hers, and it was burning but she was trying to move â of course, she was pinned down. She couldnât even scream: surely, those laughs would be louder than any cry for help. And who would help her? That place, who hurt her every single day? No. That place was letting this happen.
âBurn her hair,â they said. She froze. The warm, stich feeling at her arm had stop. She knew instinctively what would come next. The air was still and the sun was burning in a bright orange; as bright as the fire. Such a bright afternoon. It was too bright. Too loud. Too everything. She closed her eyes in fear when the hand grabbed her hair, a moan of pain exciting more laughs. They were chanting âburnâ; she was chanting âstopâ. In such a bright afternoon, the fire was light up. She knew what would happen next.
It was said by a police officer, hours later, that the blood dripped fresh from the girlâs uniform. She didnât said a word.
The girls she never saw again also never did.
 [SEYMOUR]
He used to be a bright, uncorrupted flower inside a rooting garden. It was truth that he kept a façade of an exemplar Langridge son to society, but deep down he was a rebel at heart; he would be helping the underdogs and being gentle to servants, even if that was low. Then, that boy came to their house. It could be said it was love at first sight and wouldnât be a complete lie; Seymour was impressed by Rhydianâs presence since day one, and it never changed one single bit. And because he was so fascinated it also made him scared: he knew what awaited the poor boy. And tried with all his strength to prevent such fate. Of course, he failed. And once he failed, he kept failing.
His gentleness, once like a bright candle, became hardened day by day, until becoming a conflagration. And inside a room with crimson curtains under the gentle breeze of summer, he looked at his older brother and Langridge heirâs eyes, the same color as his, until those very eyes would become numb and unfocused. Until the limbs that once strangled that precious boyâs neck with such pleasure had stop moving. With the hands that once tried to protect precious Rhydian, he put an end to the very core of the evil. His forehead was bleeding and his breath was heavy, but he felt no remorse. No joy. No fear. No relief. Nothing.
He became empty. And he never really quite got full with anything again.
 [STEINER]
The child stood there, observing without a single word. They would be useless; the scream got locked inside his throat. Like a pendulum; left and right. Right and left. He wasnât alive anymore, yet he kept moving at that rope. Left and right. Right and left. Wide opened eyes, disgusted and pathetic expression, blond hair falling from his shoulders. âThe First Sacrificeâ. Finally dead.
Like a pendulum. Like a silent clock. Like a countdown. Now it was his time. Right and left. Left and right. Moving endlessly at that rope, blond hair falling from the shoulders. The expression of someone who died without knowing why, for what he was giving his life.
Gai and... And pretty much just him. He used to trust on Miki when younger, but now he hardly talks to her.
 [MIKOTO]
She would love to say that she trust in her husband wholeheartedly, but unfortunaly she canât afford be naĂŻve so for now just at her. She sincerely hopes it can change someday. She doesnât trust at her family or her relatives.
 [SEYMOUR]
He trusts on Rhydian, so he really doesnât feel like needing to trust on anyone else. (Besides they're all vipers and monsters)
 [STEINER]
He trusts in his family (Vin and Dolce), and would like to believe he trusts too on his other one, the one he left at Germany, but honestly he has some serious issues with them (mostly concerning himself and not those two).
 [TOMOE]
Oh, you can call her a heartless bitch but she trusts no one. Not even herself. (Though with time she feels she can trust on Ayumi, but)
7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?
 [ALSATIA]
I would say that it was the day he felt it was time to give up from trying to be closer to his children. He regrets doing so because now theyâll not be anything and the same mistake he did with Genkei just repeated itself.
 [KOGANE]
Itâs not much, but he really would like to erase the day he had to say goodbye to his hometown. It was such a sad event and he never said goodbye to his friends, just left they there, and thatâs something he regrets a lot.
 [MIKOTO]
That day, with those girls, at that school. It didnât matter that what they were doing was wrong, it was even more wrong to react in such a way, and the consequences of that were just sour.
 [SEYMOUR]
Of course he doesnât feel regret or anything, but... Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night still hearing his voice, so he thinks that erasing from his mind that day, with his brother, would really be a good thing...
 [STEINER]
The day he first met Vincenzo. Of course, not because it was a traumatic event or anything, but because he wished he could re-do it because he surely was an unpleasant person and left a horrible first impression.
