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Name: Jade

Contact: dinoxkyoya@gmail.com/ www.plurk.com/inujin

Age: 23

Current Character: N/A

Name: Aya (Ran) Fujimiya

Fandom: Weiß Kreuz/ Knight Hunters

History Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wei%C3%9F_Kreuz

http://www.lelola.net/archive/wk/aya.shtml (Fan site)

Age: 23

Canon Point: Right after the OVA mission, he and the other four assassins are still traveling in their RV, doing missions for Manx.

Personality: Ran was once a cheerful, young man, living in a happy home all his life. He wore a smile with ease, and he had a cool, even head on his shoulders. His little sister, Aya, was his closest friend, and he worked hard to make sure she was always smiling. However, after seeing his murdered parents and Aya plowed over by a limousine, he became withdrawn and cold toward people. In pursuit of revenge, he gave up his name to carry Aya's to become someone able to kill the man he saw take his peaceful life away. As an assassin, he was fueled by anger and hatred, sacrificing his peace of mind and conscious to become Weiß.

After his family had been avenged and his sister awakened from her coma, Aya could not return to being Ran. Seeing the darkest side of humanity and the broken lives torn apart by it, he fines it almost impossible to escape his life as a vigilante. He cannot idly stand by and watch innocence crushed. He wants to protect the innocent as he feels he is one of few that truly can. The thin strip of humanity he has left is what little peace he holds to, and he pours it into his creative outlet, flowers. It is through this that he feels human still, even if he is a harsh judge even to himself. As a young adult, he is to the point and despises frivolous nonsense. A man of few words, he wishes the rest of the world would follow suit.

As much as he pushes people away, he looks out for the few he manages to form bonds with. The lingering desires of his youth keep his little faith in mankind alive. Although he is still young, he feels aged well beyond the years he has lived. The blood he sees stained on his hands brings him nothing but sadness, for now that his goal is achieved, his hindsight haunts him of his hasty choice to turn to killing. He does not regret the evil he has purged, only the foolishness to not think of what the consequences held: The only family he has left, he can never look in the eye again, and the peace of mind lost, knowing that just as he has killed he can also be. He is hardly ever seen with a smile because of the serious weight on his shoulders, but when one finds its way to his lips, it is normally a sad one.

Powers/ Abilities: Aya wields a katana, named Shion, using a modified form of Kendo which is mostly improvisation. He has altered his technique from experiences in fighting normal people, psychics, and various monsters. He has no inhuman powers to back himself up, other than being stubborn as a mule.

Aya also has five years of experience in gardening and floral arrangement. As it was his assassin cover, he knows the language of flowers, a code used to convey messages in medieval Europe. He also knows quite a bit of trivia and the care of cats, as the alias names of Weiss were cat breeds and the owner of his flower shop owned an elderly cat.

Prose Sample: Ten, pink roses coupled with gardenias, dressed with Queen Anne's Lace. Aya held the bouquet in his hands for a moment, just to make sure arrangement was balanced. He was particular about his work. No one was as harsh a critic as oneself, and Fujimiya Aya was as ruthless as they came. It was more than just the equality of flowers, color, and scent. The florist was also sending a message with the flora.

That morning, a high school junior had come by just as he had opened their mobile flower shop. Being the only person awake and willing to open at seven o'clock, Aya had asked if he could help her. She had wanted to place an order for her best friend. Today was her birthday, and they were going to celebrate with a small party. As a gift, she wanted a special bouquet made. Custom bouquets were the Cat's Den's specialty, and Aya was often requested for his classic tastes. After asking a few questions, he made some suggestions and took the order.

Now, he was inspecting his work. The girl was to return after school to fetch the flowers, so he had an hour or two before then. He ran over his check list once more before wrapping the bouquet in the evergreen tissue paper he'd selected. Pink roses symbolized friendship, and ten roses meant 'you are perfect' to the recipient. The gardenias signified joy, a proper addition for a celebration of life. Queen Anne's Lace denoted delicate femininity, which stood for the birthday girl herself. He exhaled with satisfaction and placed the flowers inside the wrapping.

As he finished with the fine details, his eyes fell on the roses he held in his hands. A birthday he was accustomed to celebrating was right around the corner. This would be the second time he would be missing his little sister's birthday. She was going to be twenty-one this year. Where had the time gone? He reached a finger to stroke one of the petals of the roses. Roses were his specialty when it came to flowers, and he knew everything there was to know about them. During the years she had been comatose, he had made her a bouquet for her birthday of red roses, eleven to be precise. The number mattered. Eleven roses meant 'you are my most treasured one', for everything he had done was for her sake.

Looking up at the small refrigerator, he placed the bouquet inside to await the customer. Turning about, he glanced at the wall that doubled as a projector screen. Manx had seemed upset as Youji had been about the mission she had given them last night. Their target was a human trafficking ring leader, who apparently ran his operations from his home in this town. Seven girls, all under the age of 18, had been found in the neighboring town several nights ago, battered and strangled. After all these years, Youji was still stirred to anger at the thought of women being victimized. While it was human nature to react in such a way, what did that say of him?

Aya looked down at his left hand. He was so used to seeing Shion there, waiting to be drawn. When had he lost the ability to be roused to anger by the twistedness of mankind? How much humanity did he have left? Was he even still human, or had he fallen to Schwartz' level of numb at the evil in the world? At the very thought, he could just feel the blood, dripping off his hands. His gaze hardened. Dark beasts were just that to him, animals to be hunted. Still, was that what it meant to be Weiss, or had he become something else?

Taking his face in his right hand, he inhaled deeply as he tried suppressing the predator side of him. No wonder he could never reply when he heard Aya answer her phone. She would never be able to accept him as he was now. Through the cracks in his fingers, he saw some of the potted flowers had bloomed today. Kneeling down to see which ones, he realized the irises had bloomed early. They were going to need a larger pot. He loved the irises almost as much as his roses, tending to them himself. They always reminded him of Aya.

Once he transplanted the flowers, he took them outside of the RV to take in the afternoon sun. With the last of them placed, he saw both his were hands cover in soil. Blinking, he marveled at how different hands could look. He preferred his hands dirtied by earth than blood. Perhaps it was the small piece of proof he was still a human being that could create something beautiful. However, as he brushed his hands beneath the petals of the iris before him, his gaze stared at the shadows hiding under the beauty.

"The darkness always lurks beneath, birthing sadness. That is why I fight, forever protecting the light."

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