Name:
Alexander Furst

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Arcana:
Emperor

Appearance:

Alexander is a lean, mean, somewhat muscle and irritable machine that stands broadly up at a height of 187 cm, and weighs about 75.75 kg. This guy is usually seen will dull, despondent, very dark brown eyes that could be comparable to dead coals. Often, there is seldom a smile on his face as it's either dominated by either a frown or scowl, followed by furrowed brows. While it is difficult to see, Alex does have a bit of a tan with nearly indistinguishable tan lines at his waistline. Along with that, he has short, jet black hair that is somewhat messy.

His casual duds consists of a black jacket with a fur trimming around the collar. It's customized with a red bandana wrapped around the upper arm, though to Alex, he says it's just there to hide the tear on it. Along with that, other than his usually dreary colors of black shoes and pants, the guy sports a white shirt and very sparingly wears a red time. Sometimes he switches between the tie and jacket, wear both, or neither at all.

Personality:

As far as they come, Alexander doesn't come off as the sociable type - and no, he isn't shy, nope, nuh uh, not at all! This German Shepard is stoic and calm, coming off as somewhat standoffish to a fault. Along with that, he can come off as being a bit of a stick in the mud, and being serious is nothing too new to him... after all, if you're gonna make a name for yourself, you have to work hard on it. This attitude, coupled with his own irritated self has made him not as popular with other students.

Alexander is also extremely frustrated when it comes to certain things mentioned to him and he won't hesitate to display that he is irritated... though, he does fail to mention why. Aside from that, he can be a bit on the blunt end when it comes to interacting with other people, which again, doesn't give him many points.

Aside from the callousness, he does at least attempt to be friendly in his own peculiar way... mainly through his bluntness... but looking past that, there's something more to him. As one of his saving graces, he does try to be encouraging to another person. If they're pursuing something worth while, he'll try to properly put something into words without sounding too rude, but again, that can be somewhat difficult for him to pull off.

Biography:

Alexander was born out of love and compassion... or so his parents would tell him when he was younger. A more accurate representation of this he was born from a drunken stupor between his rising star of a fashionista and a much older woman who was a stern, dedicated prosecutor. Conceived and born in France, Alex wasn't even two years of age before his mother spirited him away to the US where he would live off the west coast; they never married.

The boy grew up with a relatively quiet childhood, living out his days with youthful abandon. Either he would hang out with friends, go on exciting "adventures," game, all of the stuff a child would do... though he was a little disappointed he was supervised by a babysitter versus his spending time with his mom. Watching his friends run back to smiling parents always made him ponder on where his father was within this complex equation. This... was a turning point of his life when she told him a half-truth as the light of this all would soon be displayed.

... When he turned seven, fame struck his father in France, but it wasn't without repercussions either. There were numerous people trying to get the scoop on him and discovered in less than three weeks that he had a son. It spread like wildfire as the kid was soon the target of controversy with mixed receptions. It got ugly as a nice way of putting it. Alex couldn't handle what he was processing as it transpired all so fast.

This also caught up with his own mother as well, which resulted in a whirlwind of gossip to revolve around her as well. Neither were met with a positive receiving end with the mother stretched to the breaking point and Alexander's personality relapsing an devolving. Over the holidays when Alex was off, he found a card labeled "To my Pussiant Iris." While Alex couldn't exactly understand what the card said, his mother said they would be staying in France for a little bit.

...

...

...

Fast-forwarding a few years and sparing the details of his descent into becoming a jagged individual, at the age of fifteen, Alex and his mom transferred to Japan. While that small event was a flash in the pan, with his father's growing fame, peer pressure, and constant bickering have been driving him further and further away from others. His serious nature didn't earn him any brownie points, so he just gets mockingly accused of being born into talent or others try to earn his eye so they could have a connection to his father...

... and honestly, he's just so frigging sick of it.

... to hell with the rumors and harassment... to hell with being forced to choose between two things he might not even like... to... mmm... just, can't anyone...

"... can't anyone see me?..."

Skills:

- Amateur Author: Alexander can be very... secretive when it comes to his notebooks he carries around, more so on the stuff he writes in that don't pertain to notes. These are usually filled with fanfictions, stories, and even a little bit of smut.

- Ballin': For the younger part of his life and onward, Alexander has played basketball with his friends, as well as for his middle school team. Though, ever since he moved out of the States, Alex is a little out of practice.

- Do You Even Lift: During his time in Japan, Alex has made sure to keep himself in top condition, even with the expectations set by his mother and father. He isn't doing this to have a brand spankin' body, he just wants to stay healthy.

- Sketchy: He probably inherited this from his father's side, but Alex has somewhat of a penchant for drawing. While he isn't adept at paints and such, his talent lies more towards pencils - sketching, hatching, shading, whatnot.

- Take Aim: Before moving to Japan, whenever Alexander's mother had time to spare, she would take the young man to a shooting range. While she usually did it to alleviate stress, when he was brought in, Alexander found another source of entertainment... and became a fairly proficient shooter. Though, like his talents in basketball, they have waned ever since he moved to Japan.

Inventory:

- Notebook
- Pencils
- Water Bottles
- Cellphone
- Wallet

Weapons:
(Expandable) Baton

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Name:
Alexander

Traits:

- Reflects: Nil
- Absorbs: Nil
- Void: Nil
- Resist: Nil
- Weak: Nil

Abilities/Skills:

- Cleave: Deal light physical damage to one enemy.
- Zio: Deal light electric damage to one enemy.
- Rakunda: Lower an enemy's defense for three turns.

Name: Kimiko Saitō
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: The Empress
Equipment: Though Kimiko can rarely be found without a pack of bubblegum at her disposal, bubblegum is not an effective tool in combat. Nothing she carries, in fact, could be considered weaponry - save for perhaps a pair of drumsticks that would, again, prove inefficient.
Skills: A talented musician (drums) and, by extension, drumstick twirler. A trivia nerd through and through. Though lacking in physical combat skills or training herself, she's got a mean sucker punch or quick genital annihilation strike if jumped. She's also very observant, as you'd expect from someone who grew up in her household. Very difficult to lie to.
Appearance:

A girl of gracile build who stands at 1.65 meters, Kimiko's attractive looks are tempered either by the ruffled look of her uniform or her plain fashion stylings when lounging around the house or shopping. Despite her good posture and ready, polite smile, her lax demeanor and "suh fam just toss yourself on my body" attitude towards clothing makes her look more scruffy-cute than a bombshell.
Personality: Kimiko could aptly be described as quiet, dreamy, and perhaps even aloof. While not completely inaccurate on the last count, this sense of detachment from those around her is more due to inquisitive glares and contemplative silences, broken only by the most left-field of questions. ("You're hungry too, right?" is a personal favorite of hers.) Despite her bizarre colloquialisms, those who can focus her find her to be a gifted conversationalist and tireless listener. She does her best to be helpful and attentive to the needs of others, but observes so much so often that she will sometimes lose track of her current goal, and must be kept from going wayward by her friends. Given her silences and finely honed skill of reading people, she doesn't have much of a tolerance for dishonesty, but will let most white lies slide unless they hurt those close to her.
Biography: Kimiko was raised to be open-minded - raised by a pair of small-town private detectives and raised up in a lifestyle that could be considered middle-class by a slight stretch of the imagination, her foster family's entire lifestyle depended on the uncanny ability to resist drawing their own conclusions and follow whatever zany conclusion a case's evidence could lead them to. This insight was instilled into Kimiko as she grew older and began attending school. By the time she had grown old enough to attend high school, her personality had been permanently cast in a state of quiet, quirky stasis. For her American mother, a quiet woman herself, this was perfectly natural - and indeed, preferred. Her partner, a more rambunctious sort, the idea of breaking Kimiko out of the shell they had accidentally created for her was an appealing one.

So four years ago, they moved into a homey, quiet little part of Shikatsu, where Kimiko Saitō had all she ever really needed - people to watch, a McDonald's to stop by after classes, and a school to attend. She made a small smattering of friends that she loosely keeps in touch with before her parents helped her arrange to attend Uchima Senior High.

Which had an even better McDonald's nearby. And more friends.

These are positive changes.

Name: Kaguya-hime
Appearance:
Traits:
-Reflects: Strike
-Absorbs: -
-Void: -
-Resist: Light
-Weak: Fire
Abilities:
Zan
Media
Marin Karin
Tarukaja