Name- Ingrid Teresa Dresden (aka Teresa)

Age- 17

School Status- Senior

Class- A

Birthday- April 6

Appearance- Long curly pale blonde hair. Large grey eyes. Small stature, prone to sickness. About 5'6''.

Bio- (Ingrid prefers being called Teresa, she finds her first name unfavorable). Being the youngest daughter of the famed Dresden Porcelain Company, Ingrid Teresa Dresden has lived her life as any other heiress, besides the fact she can't even step foot in the factory she will inherit. Ingrid has Ligyrophobia, or the irrational fear of loud noises. Ingrid was left alone in the loud factory as a small girl, and never got over the separation and scary, unnatural noises.

At a later time in her life, Ingrid realized something rather obvious; she got the short end of the stick when it came to genetics. Her sister, Ophelia, has beautiful brown hair and alluring blue eyes, along with a healthy body; like her father. Teresa is basically drained of color, and when she is frightened, she literally, turns white as a sheet. Not only is she lacking color, but due to her frail stature, Teresa becomes sick rather easily and is 'breakable'. Often, she denies the fact that she is sick, hoping not to slow anyone down.

Another fault to Teresa is she is under the assumption that she is been a burden on anyone she knows. All her life, Teresa has relied on other people to help her out of sticky situations. Especially Ophelia. So after leaving her home, Teresa took an oath that she wouldn't rely on anyone else but herself.

Ingrid has always looked up to Ophelia, even when Teresa is 17 and her sister 20. Ophelia is equally attracted to her little sister, the two love each only as sisters can.

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'Is this really happening? Is this a cruel dream? Separated from her? Never. It can't be real. She's, she's my best friend! I don't wanna leave her, I don't want to leave Germany, it's so lovely there, I've been everywhere and I love it there the most! She woke with a start. She looked around her private room on her privet jet, surrounded by her exclusively made porcelain dolls. She pinched herself. "This is a dream! This is a horrid dream!" Nothing happened. She was still by herself, hugging an overstuffed pillow. Tears flooded her eerie grey eyes. "It's real. I'm really separated from Ophelia."

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"Takashi! Look look!" Honey was hopping up and down in front of Mori. He was holding a small porcelain doll in a pink dress. The doll was very beautiful, she had long brown hair, attractive blue eyes, and a very convincing human expression. A red arrow was blinking at her. "I found her in the court yard today!"

"You should return her to whoever owns her." Mori said simply.

"That's amazing! That's the most you've ever said in the beginning of a chapter Mori-senpai!" The twins said in chorus.

"I know, it's usually me or Haruhi who introduces the episode." Tamaki said sipping on some tea.

"It was really Honey-senpai, he said something first. Mori-senpai just followed up." Haruhi said, looking up from a book she was reading.

"Don't rain on our parade." The two twins said at the same time, sitting in the corner. Loud click clacks came from the hallway. The door soon burst open.

"You!" A blonde haired girl was standing in the doorway. She was very pale, like color had drained from her completely. Her curly hair reached her lower back. "Little guy with flowers floating around him!" Honey was tugging on the arrow, trying to make it stop pointing to the doll. "Give me back my doll!" She was slightly blushing through her pale skin.

"Um, could you leave for a moment?" The lord asked the woman.

"Why?" He pushed her out of the door. "Mori-senpai! Hold the door shut! We have to get dressed up!" Tamaki grabbed Takashi's sleeve and set him in front of the door. They all sighed.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" Haruhi asked. Tamaki slid into a corner, shrouded in a blue fog.

"Idiot? I'm not an idiot, I just lack in the intelligence department." He rambled. Mori opened the door. The blonde girl was still there, tears forming in her eyes.

"I want to talk to the little boy!" She demanded.

Mori raised an eyebrow. "You don't sound very sure of yourself." The girl stomped her foot. Honey appeared from behind Mori with the doll still in his hands.

"Hand it over." She held her hand out, still standing there.

"How do I know she's yours though?" The girl was taken aback.

"How rude! I j-just want my doll back!" She thought to herself- 'Are all Japanese this rude?'

"Alright! I suppose if you want her that badly, you have to be her owner." Honey walked to the girl, but tripped over Mori's shoe! "Oops!" The doll flew from his hands! She shrieked.

"No!" She exclaimed. The girl tried catching the doll in time, but it she was too late. The doll fell to the ground! CRASH! "No no no! Not Ophelia!" She broke into hundreds of pieces! The girl started to sob. So did Honey. The young woman dropped to the floor and picked up the face of her beloved doll. The cheerful expression of her doll was rather contradictory to her current state.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to brake her!" Honey sobbed.

"She was a gift from my sister before I left Germany." She choked. Soft lighting flickered on.

"How awful princess! We, as the Ouran High School Host Club, will fix your doll!" Tamaki said with great passion.

"We can't fix her, it's hopeless." She sighed, wiping away tears from her eyes.

"We can try." Mori suggested. The girl looked up at him, startled by his sudden words.

"What happened?" Hikaru walked to the door way. "Who smashed the doll?"

"I did! It was an accident! She slipped out of my hands." Honey exclaimed. The word 'clumsy' written on his forehead.

"Way to go Honey-senpai!" Hikaru slapped the Senior on the back in a playful manner. "How are you going to pay for the doll? She was very nice." Kaoru came up and linked hands with his twin brother.

"Just who are you anyhow?" The two boys asked in unison.

"Teresa, Ingrid Teresa Dresden."

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"WHAT?!" The twins exclaimed. The whole club had entered the doorway.

"You mean, the Ingrid Dresden?" Kaoru asked.

The girl nodded.

"What a silly first name, Ingrid." Hikaru held back a laugh.

"Please, call me Teresa. It's much prettier."

"Heh, your father and I know each other, no?" Kyouya asked, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh, hello Kyouya. Long time no see." She said dismally.

"I know, it's been a while. You certainly have gotten taller."

"I don't get it." Haruhi said, with a rather flat expression on her face.

"My father and my mother own the Dresden Porcelain Factory in Dresden, Germany. We make all the porcelain that goes anywhere, from dolls to toilets." The twins snickered. "My father got into the medical business and soon had to move to Japan to work more closely with the Ootori family."

"Ah, I see now." Haruhi said, scratching her head.

Ingrid twiddled the face in her long, slender fingers. Honey stopped crying and was helped up by Mori. Mori offered a hand to Teresa. She took it, brushed off her skirt and looked around the lot of boys.

"I'm sorry for bothering you all, I should be going now." She turned on her heels, but was stopped by Tamaki's warm hand. He startled to sparkle as a rose was clutched in his opposite hand. The twins started picking up the pieces of the shattered porcelain.

"Don't run away princess, we still need to repair your cherished doll." Teresa looked at him with large, piercing grey eyes.

"Are you sure I'm not causing too much trouble?"

"Of course not. You can be with us until the doll is replaced or repaired." He pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. The group sighed. "How much did she cost?"

"Easily eight million. We had a professional come in and model her after my beloved sister." Ingrid got choked up. "It took almost a month to get her to look exactly like Ophelia."

"Then we'll replace the doll no matter what." Takashi held Ingrids chin to his face. She blushed a little bit.

"It's reverse than what I'm going through. You guys go easy on the pretty girls." Haruhi sweat dropped. Teresa starred blankly at him for a few awkward moments.

"You can let go of me now." Ingrid said.

"Here! Here! I'll introduce you to everyone!" Honey said with a wide grin, grabbing Ingrids wrist and pulling her through the doorway.

"I'm Honey, this is Takashi, Kyouya, Haruhi, Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru, and- wait, that's everyone." Honey was slightly embarrassed. Teresa looked at Haruhi and cocked her head. Teresa then walked up to Haruhi and took a deep look into her eyes. The twin walked into a back room, and placed all of the pieces in there.

"You're a girl, right?" Haruhi's hair got ruffled as she drew back from Teresa.

"What?" Haruhi acted innocent, but started to blush.

"You seem too girly to be a guy." Ingrid leaned a little closer in, and somehow Teresa got a hand on Haruhi's back. SNAP! Went Haruhi's bra strap. Teresa smiled. Haruhi frowned and sighed.

"This chick is dangerous Tamaki, are you sure we should let her in?"

A spark flared in Tamaki's eyes. "Of course we should let her in! A precious item to her was destroyed because of us!" He bellowed. Teresa covered her ears. "Our promise is to make women happy, and if we did something wrong, we should fix it!" He got into a rant. The others watched with un-amused faces. "Destroying a valuable doll also applies!" Teresa covered her ears.

"We are supposed to make women happy and obey their every whim!" Mori tapped Tamaki on the shoulder.

"Quiet." Mori said simply, pointing to Teresa. Ingrid was still pressing her ears.

"Oh-sorry, I got a little carried away."

"A little? That was the longest ran we heard you say yet." The twins said, poking fun at Tamaki.

"Shut up." Tamaki grimaced, bonking the two on the head with his fist.

"What will she do until we get the doll replaced?" Kyouya asked.

-High Power Motor-

A high pitched annoying laugh came from nowhere. Teresa jumped.

"What is that??" Ingrid demanded. Renge was dressed in school clothes with a broad smile on her face.

"Teresa-san, from now on you're a Host Club Member!" She pointed a big finger at Ingrid. "You will be known for Emotional Counseling!"

"Emotional Counseling? For who?"

"Girls who have too many problems with boys and stuff of course! Surely you have sought help when you were confused about anything, correct?" Ingrid nodded.