Ijemaru strapped on his helmet and lay down on his bed. He only had a few hours this time, so he had to make the most of them. With the flip of a switch, he began the process of escaping the endless boring drone of reality.<br/><br/>>CALIBRATING SYSTEM...<br/>|CALIBRATED!<br/>>ESTABLISHING NETWORK CONNECTION...<br/>|CONNECTION ESTABLISHED!<br/>>VERIFYING USER...<br/>|VERIFIED!<br/>>TESTING NEUROSIGNAL INTERCEPTION...<br/>|TESTING COMPLETE!<br/><br/>WELCOME HAKUSHOKU EKIBYO<br/><br/>It took a moment for his senses to adjust to the digital world around him. "Ah!" He sighed pleasantly, stretching. "Being a reporter has lost its excitement; the real world is too boring. This is much better. For at least a couple hours, goodbye Ijemaru Hisuka, and hello Hakushoku Ekibyo: white plague." The light-haired boy gave a smirk. "I should probably just go by Haku, if anyone asks."<br/><br/>He'd kept his appearance similar to that in reality, with only a few minor differences. First: his outfit was clearly that of an assassin. He wore all black and the outfit was easy to move in. He'd kept his hair the same odd white color it always was. Ironically, it fit in better in this world than his own. He'd paled his skin to the point of being almost white, and changed his eyes to a slitted yellow. His physique was perhaps a bit better here, but that part pretty much came automatically with the assassin class: a lithe frame with toned, capable muscles.<br/><br/>The sheer amount of freedom and excitement this world offered kept him coming back over and over. Everything he'd done his entire life seemed to be centered around his own entertainment, and this was just the next faze. "My blades are getting dull," Haku voiced in a playfully sad tone. "I'll either have to get them sharpened, or.. put them to use."<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>Reina plopped down on the floor of her room, tearing off her ballet slippers and tossing her violin case off into the corner. Her lessons for the day were done and her parents weren't around to bug her. Finally she could submerge herself in fantasy and become her true self. She donned her helmet, lay back on her bed and flipped the switch, initiating a mental countdown.<br/><br/>>CALIBRATING SYSTEM...<br/>|CALIBRATED!<br/>>ESTABLISHING NETWORK CONNECTION...<br/>|CONNECTION ESTABLISHED!<br/>>VERIFYING USER...<br/>|VERIFIED!<br/>>TESTING NEUROSIGNAL INTERCEPTION...<br/>|TESTING COMPLETE!<br/><br/>WELCOME KIRIEI<br/><br/>Kiriei Suruko, an alter ego she'd created from her every day self Reina Suruko. It was a person she totally could have become, had she been given the chance. Her parents always wanted her to be a girly girl, but that wasn't the real her. Here, she could be the person she usually kept locked inside herself: the bad ass warrior she felt she was meant to be.<br/><br/>Kiriei checked herself. It seemed her avatar had come through properly. She had on all of her armor: grooves, gauntlets, everything. It was all black except for a few streaks of blue here and there. Her black hair and been made longer than it was in reality, and was pulled neatly up in high pig-tails. Her normally brown eyes had been made a bright blue, and with her faithful katana, she felt like a complete bad ass.<br/><br/>"I gotta find the nearest dungeon," she voiced to herself. "I feel like killing some monsters."<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>Hatsu Hikari. That was his name in the "real world". Such a horrible irony. To be named "first light" when all you've ever been able to cause others is unhappiness. In Hatsu's opinion, this world was the lie. It was only when one separated themselves from "reality" that they could act like their true selves with no restrictions. Finally, a chance had come for him to actually do something like that. He could be the unfortunate soul he'd always been without being judged. Flipping the switch on his helmet, Hatsu prepared to slip into what he considered his true "reality".<br/><br/>>CALIBRATING SYSTEM...<br/>|CALIBRATED!<br/>>ESTABLISHING NETWORK CONNECTION...<br/>|CONNECTION ESTABLISHED!<br/>>VERIFYING USER...<br/>|VERIFIED!<br/>>TESTING NEUROSIGNAL INTERCEPTION...<br/>|TESTING COMPLETE!<br/><br/>WELCOME YAMI<br/><br/>Yami looked himself over. It appeared as if everything had come through as he'd specified. Long, uneven black hair fell down to the center of his back. He stood at about 5' 7" with a thin, agile frame. His normally deep blue eyes had changed to a slitted yellow and he was dressed in black caster's robes, but with a bow and quiver slung over his shoulders.<br/><br/>Darkness. In his mind, that's what he'd always been. The name change seemed appropriate to him. Perhaps he should take some time to get his bearings in his new world.