Alma

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Name: Alma Karma
Arrival Date: March 25, 2010 (Week 161: Acclimatization to Victorian London)
DROPPED: November 9, 2012
Age: 12 (I place his canon age at ten years old)
Apartment/Collar #: 2201-A (shared with Kanda Yu and Lavi)
Barcode: v1.3 (small of the back beneath the waistline)

Deaths (before Week 158): 3
     - Week 73 (Rehab): drown in Rapture
     - Week 81 (Bombs inside): exploded on Sunday
     - Week 132 (Zombie Virus): excessive decapitation

Deaths (after Week 158):
     - Week 169 (In Time): multiple deaths over the course of one week via synchronization testing
     - Week 187 (Bombs inside): multiple deaths over the course of one week via bombs in his chest

Physical Condition:
- CLEAN

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Miscellaneous Notes:
- he began experiences memory lapses/dreams of his past life in June of 2011

OOC INFORMATION
Name: Ningi
Contact:
EMAIL: amandaleewilliams@gmail.com
AIM: Sanguine Ningi
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Other Characters: n/a

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Alma Karma
Age: Unclear, but he looks to be between nine and ten years old.
Canon: D.Gray-man
Canon Point: MAKE A DECISION

( Character Information )

Name: Alma Karma
Arrival Date: April 29, 2013
Age: 10
Current Residence:  Eastern District Northern District - Lelouch's Mansion 

Deaths: 0

Physical Condition:
- CLEAN

( Possessions )

Miscellaneous Notes:
- He has regained his regenerative ability.

[The feed clicks on to a smiling Alma, a little out of breath as he scampers through the ruins. His grip on the PDA is a bit awkward, as if he's carrying something else in that hand along with it. His black golem is bobbing in and out of view behind him.]

Guys! The school's like it's new! Yu, you gotta come help me carry stuff before it changes back!

Yu!

[The video feed clicks on in a rush to show Alma with a rather determined look on his face. He's sitting on a small patch of concrete near the garden, a leather-bound notebook (fairly similar to one used by a certain inspector, in fact) open in his lap.]

I forgot to ask... Do you know when my birthday is?

[So has anyone been keeping an eye on the little garden on the sunny side of the apartment building? It's actually... progressing, and quite a bit as of late. Some colorful flowers are scattered about along with... peas? Yes, those look like pea pods, and maybe a row of carrots. Know what to look for and you might even spot a small patch of what will probably be potatoes. Overall, the plants are kind of sad looking, all with a sort of half-wilted look to them. Nothing particularly amazing... or even vaguely impressive by normal standards, but considering the main caregiver (a.k.a. the person who stands outside and stares at it the most) is an eleven-year-old boy working with stolen seeds in what might as well be a wasteland? It's doing fairly well.

Small dirt formations are standing guard all along the edges of the small garden reminiscent of the little sculptures that Alma's attempted in the past, and that's where the boy is today. He's prodding slowly at a lump of mud, Mr. Bats fluttering almost lazily by one shoulder. Alma smiles at the camera once he's sure it's on, waving muddy fingers.]

The plants are growing. I'm not really sure when they're supposed to be done... Does anybody know?

Oh, and I wanted to ask... [He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, smearing mud over himself by accident.] Um, Lavi? Or... Mister General? Do you think I could learn to speak Russian?

[Alma looks a little worse for the wear after so long in the fog. Not really in bad shape physically, but the bitty is tired. Kinda dirty and pretty ruffled-looking too, but mostly tired.]

Is everybody okay?

[He shifts a little nervously, rustling some papers together off-screen.]

R-Rhode? I drew your pictures...

[Because experience tells him that presents are the best way to pacify an angry Noah.]

[Nervous bitty is nervous, one finger on each hand trapping his black golem in front of him and rolling it to and fro. All that wing flapping? Useless.]

Has anybody else been hearing weird noises?