[CHAR] Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

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	The Magician ~ Orlando Pedrosa da Silva Year: 1 ❀ Track: Arts ❀ Other: ? "quote" A Brazilian scholarship student, who... huh. I can't really think of anything else at the moment.
	The High Priestess ~ Victoria Yarwood Year: 1 ❀ Track: Literature ❀ Other: ? "I want to stand up, but every time I try to, I fall." Another Yarwoods Electronics girl - but in spite of the prominent position of her father in both business and politics, she really doesn't have any presence in school.
	The Empress ~ Maive Kalde Year: 1 ❀ Track: Arts ❀ Other: ? "Don't forget your life jacket." The internet sensation herself, attending HAGAY thanks to a generous scholarship for her musical ability. Her background can put her at odds with fee-paying students, and other scholarship students may take issue with the luck element of her video going viral. Despite this, she is known for being kind - almost to a fault.
	The Emperor ~ Victor Lafayette Year: 1 ❀ Track: Arts ❀ Other: ? "quote" The son of two well known actors - which makes sense, when you consider his talent for acting and his celebrity-like charisma. However, depending on who you ask, his personality seems a little uncanny. If you're talking to other members of the drama club, well, that's another story...
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	The Hanged Man ~ Imogen Reed Year: 1 ❀ Track: Humanities ❀ Other: ? "A quote about my school life? Hm. How about...'I'll sleep when I'm dead'? Wait, no, haha, that's just a wee joke, don't use it." ...Who?
	Death ~ Daniel Burkley Year: 1 ❀ Track: Humanities ❀ Other: ? "quote" A real charismatic guy, popular with the swim team and even more popular with the girls. He isn't a scholarship student, so he must be wealthy enough to afford the HAGAY fees, but little about his background is known. Hey, didn't you go to his old school? Can you ask him if he thinks I'm cute?

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	The Devil ~ Verity Oxenbridge Year: 1 ❀ Track: Sciences ❀ Other: ? "Lol. Lmao." The spoilt daughter of the Oxenbridges, who didn't even bat an eye using their 'hard-earned' money sending her to a boarding school as costly as HAGAY, where she makes use of her time to antagonise her classmates. Let's just say she's not very popular.
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	The Star ~ Franciszek Stanowski Year: 1 ❀ Track: Literature ❀ Other: ? "quote" Some guy. Just some guy with a scholarship. Not much to comment on with him, although it certainly keeps him out of hot water with other students.
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Reserved for NPCs and info and all that jazz

[OwO]

• Maive Kalde • Empress • Dec 25th •

• Appearance •
At a height that barely allows Maive to call herself 4'11", this eldest often gets mistaken as the youngest runt of her family. Despite her thin and demure appearance, she is far more muscular than her frame lets on. Lifting younger siblings that are already taller and as heavy as you does that to a person.

Surprisingly, her uniform is her best-fitting piece of attire. Such is the power of the kind of wealth that allows for an ocean-side boarding school. She wears it as properly as she can. When she doesn't have to wear her uniform, her attire consists entirely of hand-me-downs (or in her case, hand-me-ups) she brought from home that are too large for her frame.

• Reputation •
Some consider Maive to be a saint. Known as someone who is always willing to help, many students trust and confide in her as one of their limited supports at a boarding school. She's not the most intelligent person out there, but she puts the hours in to study. If someone comes to her for academic help, she'll do her best to teach them the concepts she knows. Her refusal of rewards and gifts is another strange thing about her.

Others consider Maive to be a blundering and naive people pleaser. These people often treat Maive as a tool to get something under the guise of requiring help. Of course, Maive isn't one to notice bad intentions. She still tries to help no matter her current state even if she's used as a gopher, her meals are picked away with "can I try that", or she's otherwise taken advantage of.

A point of contention is her family's financial status. While most choose to respect others regardless of wealth (outwardly, at least), her lack of money makes an easy target for those looking for something to attack.

• Background •

History

Effort begets success. Sometimes. Maive and her siblings were born on the opposite end of that phrase. While her family had once owned a successful engineering firm, it had since fallen to bankruptcy and legal proceedings. Her parents never quite told her the details of what happened, but her earliest memories were of a small rented apartment instead of a family home.

With parents both working all hours to support them, Maive quickly took on the role of caring for four siblings and three cousins. It wasn't exactly easy for her, but she loved them all to the point where any pain was worth it.

Music was the only solace that the young Maive had. In a way, it was the thing that connected. She sang lullabies and nursery rhymes to the youngest. She discussed and listened to songs on the radio with the eldest. She played band along with the middle children. Of course, they could never actually afford any instruments. The rattle of rocks in plastic cups, the striking of any flat surface with sticks, and air guitars at the park were enough for Maive and her siblings.

Of course, one such outing had been recorded and posted online The video went viral and she suddenly found herself in the middle of a morning news media circus. While she didn't enjoy the media attention and the requests to sing on national syndications, the compensation meant that she could buy gifts for her family. That outweighed any discomfort she had.

It wasn't exactly a story of a starlet found and elevated to the skies. Her life didn't change after her moment of fame. To a label, a pretty voice that sang covers were a dime a dozen. Maive didn't have a connection to break into the industry. But connections are a strange thing. While backstage, the only thing she could speak about with others was music. Her grasp of music theory was weak, but for someone who sang in a park to entertain her siblings? She could intuit an impressive amount. One of the people trapped in her nerve-wracked conversations was someone involved with Harbour Academy. From a single conversation stemming from a young girl trying her best to not throw up on the morning news, she received an offer for a scholarship to study abroad.

While she initially wished to remain with her family, the opportunities to network with people in the industry convinced her. If she could somehow use her voice to help her family, she would -- even if it meant that she was alone.

• Misc •
Maive is in the arts program.

She's fairly far-sighted and has been wearing the same pair of glasses that she had since she was twelve.

Her favourite food are plums. She's also a human trash compactor able to eat almost anything as she's the least picky out of her family.

While her voice is definitely something special, her ability for housework and crafts is also something that cannot be overlooked.

She can remember conversations really well, making it a surprise when brings up an off-hand remark from weeks before.

• Basilea •

• Persona •
Under the arcana of the empress, Basilea is the first queen of Atlantis. In addition, she is known as the Great Mother due to the care she gave her younger siblings. Tragedy had lead Basilea to vanish in a storm.

• Moveset •
Basilea, like a storm, wields the power of Wind to demolish groups of foes and Electric to smite those who threaten her wards. Despite her status as a caring and motherly figure, the only boons she can bestow is empowerment to the two elements under her domain. The best way to protect those around her is all-out offense, after all.

• Weapon •
Maive wields knives. Particularly of the kitchen variety.

[Remram]

Life is a Cabaret, Old Chum

Name:

Victor Lafayette

Arcana:

Emperor

Birthday:

May 7th, 16 years old

Appearance:

Stands about at 5'10" with a rather lean, athletic body that is demanded from someone that performs in theater. Victor has fair skin paired with icy grayish-blue eyes and tousled, wavy black hair that reaches the bottom of his neck. He stands with confidence and walks with grace and poise, always flashing a Hollywood worthy grin to those around him.
His uniform is fairly standard except he wears a black turtleneck underneath the blazer and changed the buttons around cuffs of the jacket with silver cufflinks. He does wear matching silver piercings that he does remove when on stage and a very expensive looking watch that has a black strap and an intricate silver coated metal work that has his surname engraved.

Reputation:

Victor is the darling of the drama club he is in. He has had every leading role and justifiably so as no one can deny his prowess as an actor. Every time he is on stage, he simply commands the audience's attention with little effort. His accomplishments within the drama club far outweigh his academic achievements though he is just about average in that regard. Social, friendly, and charming, Victor is in what people would call the popular crowd though he has been known to be quite kind to those that others would claim to be of a lower social standing. This has led to people either thinking that he is a kind sort or just a faker trying to improve his image around the school. Also, people tend to suck up to him due to strong his connections to the film and theater industry.

However, he also has a reputation for being rather intense and serious when it comes to the stage. Some would call him a perfectionist while others would call him a control freak. Victor demands the best from everyone and gets visibly agitated when people think that the stage is a place where people can fool around. There are rumors that he once uncharacteristically slugged one of the other actors once though it was never proven, nor could they ever figure out why if it the rumor was true.

Background:

Victor Lafayette is the product of the famous French actor Jean Lafayette's second marriage to his current wife and American actress, Michelle Decatur. Growing up, he typically did not see his parents often due to them being away for their jobs so he and his half-sister, Bianca, were mainly taken care by servants back home in Marseille, a coastal city in France. It was rare for his parents to actually be home. Half the time when school was out, his time was split between being in various countries where his parents were for work though it was typically America. Oddly enough, he was never lonely. It was worth it to see his parents work their magic with every performance. They were what inspired him to take on acting.

The apple surely did not fall far from the tree. Victor was the full package; he could dance, sing, and of course, act, but he had a charisma that was so reminiscent of his mother and father. There were great expectations from the people around him, expectations that he always met without fail, but he still was just a kid. He was prone to anxiety and stage fright just like everyone else. His mother was understanding and proud of him, often making a flight back home to watch his school performances, but his father was another story. Nothing Victor did was ever enough for him and the mere fact that his son dared to have any nervousness disgusted him. Not once had he ever told his son that he was proud of him and had never been to a single one of the shows his son had been in.

That was until Victor's final year of middle school. For the first time ever, his father arrived to watch the school production of the Stephen Sondheim musical, Company, where Victor had the lead role. All he wanted was to make his father proud, to be acknowledged by him and that coupled by the stress and anxiety he had and... He choked. In the middle of his performance, he forgot his lines. His mind went completely blank. Of course, he was able to recover as the show must go on. After the show, his father said nothing to him, but the anger, shame, and embarrassment was palpable.

Perhaps that was the catalyst for what happened next. Victor, in desperation to gain any sort of affirmation from his father, decided to play the role as the spitting image of what he thought his father wanted him to be. The perfect actor that did not settle for less, someone always shone like the sun. Everything else was useless. This is the life he decided to lead when he entered Harbour Academy and quickly became one of the most prominent members of its drama club. It's ironic though; the boy could express every emotion of the characters he played as except his own. Perhaps the tides of fate will change that?

Misc. :

Moules mariniere is his favorite dish. This will now come back to hurt him.
Victor is on the art track.
Victor is part of the Harbour Academy Theatrical Society.
He can play the piano. A helpful skill for when he needs to accompany himself and practice for musicals.
He is very good at accents.
Speaks and reads both English and French fluently.
Besides watching movies and stage plays, his hobbies are gaming and reading.
Will make references to movies and stage plays. It is inevitable.
His sister is a graduate from Harbour Academy.

Weapon:

A rapier. What's a self-respecting, swashbuckling pirate without a sword?

Persona:

Edmond Dantes- A being based on the protagonist of Alexander Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. Edmond was sailor framed for a crime he did not commit by those jealous of him and as a result becomes a bitter and fueled by vengeance that lasted for decades. He takes on many aliases though most famously is known as the eponymous title of the book, The Count of Monte Cristo.

This persona stands as a tall, imposing figure. It wears a cloak of shadow that move like waves that when crashing, disperses like ink in water though the interior of it is a geometric pattern of red, purple, and gold. Beneath the cloak, it wears a red suit with black buttons, a white cravat, black gloves, and black riding boots with unusually high, pointy heels. On its head it wears a black top hat and, on its face, it wears a white mask that reveals on its mouth. Its skin seems to be a purple hue and its hair is black and slicked back.

It wields a golden walking cane that is intricately carved with fine engravings befitting of a gentleman of great wealth.

Moveset:

Edmond Dantes specializes in curse skills and melee skills. As a being of vengeance and someone with great knowledge of poisons, he can debuff his enemies

[ERode]

Verity Oxenbridge

_{The Devil | March 22 | 5'3}

Appearance

Petite and pale-skinned, with a big forehead and an unnerving gaze, one that looks at, and only considers, an individual's exteriority. There's an unbelievable arrogance that pervades her every move, and she holds herself as distinct from the crowd as well, slouching or leaning at her leisure. She has all the elements of a slacker, from non-existent fashion sense to non-existent hobbies to non-existent intellect, so where on earth does she get her self-confidence from, to go about her day as if she existed on a whole other dimension from the rest of her equally wealthy peers?

Reputation

A trust fund baby, and one who clearly wasn't brought up all that well, if she let her perfectly-secured future get into her head so much that she's become a habitual skipper, an apathetic delinquent, a bratty hedonist. Verity makes no effort to engage in any classroom icebreakers, only spouts off nonsensical observations in group projects, and if you lay your eyes off her, it's guaranteed that she's going to go fuck off somewhere. She treats everyone equally, in that none of them are worth truly understanding, but she lacks a sense of distance as well, able to speak casually with just about anyone, regardless of whether or not she should.

She must have some brains, at least, to not fail her classes, but she's always on just the cusp of getting kicked, and her mere existence is spitting in the faces of any scholarship students who had to actually try to get where they are now.

Really, Verity's probably the type of person to spam low kicks in fighting games.

Background

The doted-on daughter of the Oxenbridges, who started off as cryptocurrency gamblers before delving more deeply into 'serious' finances. Now, they own estates on every continent and travel the world to give talks of all sorts about the future of crypto, NFTs, AI, and FIRE. They produce nothing, generate nothing, but still rake in millions every year, with seemingly no effort.

It's how it goes, after all. Once you get enough money, it just starts making itself.

Verity grew up in that opulence and excess. If she wanted it, she could buy it, and the amount of conference dinners or occasions that her parents brought her to honestly outnumbers the amount of times she ate at home. The life of the nouveau riche was decadent beyond compare, and the shittier thing was that even if the markets all crashed the next day, the Oxenbridges had a large enough rainy day fund that they could continue to live without a care for the next three generations. They will never get their comeuppance, and she...

She had nothing but time. A whole century's worth of time to whittle away as she pleased.

So at the first chance she got, Verity decided on a boarding school.

Misc

Verity's the oldest of three children, and has a younger sister and a baby brother.

She chose Harbor Academy because it was in the middle of nowhere and, for whatever reason, is in Sciences.

Curiously enough, Verity has a better relationship with the people in the city than with her fellow classmates. God knows why though.

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Weapon

A fire axe. Hefty, unbalanced, but satisfying to swing.

Persona

Shackleton. An explorer of the Antarctic famed for his ability to lead in times of disaster, but who similarly failed to adjust to regular life in society and ultimately died in great debt, as many great men are wont to do.

Moveset

A menagerie of buffs and cleanses, all of which intensify in efficacy in worsening situations. Absolutely worthless in rote situations upon the seas, but will kick ass otherwise. Mostly aligned with the Ice element, but has some Gun elements too.

[Lugubrious]

Bows in the wind - Hanging by a thread

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Name:

Imogen Reed

Arcana:

The Hanged Man

Birthday:

July 29th

Appearance:

Quietly composed, with a tasteful and cultivated smidgen of elegance. Her expression, while seldom happy or cheerful, suggests mere seriousness rather than haughtiness or ill temper. In fact, her big bright eyes make her solemn manner cute in the eyes of some. The combination of dressing for comfort in what are clearly still expensive clothes says enough about her in and of itself. Even in her student uniform, the presence of her signature beanie and scarf (as well as her headphones) give her that same dignified yet casual air. At 5’4” and on the slender side, she doesn’t stand out much otherwise

Reputation:

For the most part, people don’t think about Imogen. She is merely an element in the background, like a lampshade or doormat, nice enough but quite forgettable. People don't know much about her background, or care to know, and she doesn't care to inform them. That said, everyone does know she's Irish, and the bad blood between the Irish and English goes back a long way, subtly tinging her interactions. While not shy, she’s soft-spoken and taciturn enough to seldom get much attention, and though she’s happy enough to exchange pleasantries she has no problem with silence, either. The headphones she often wears give the impression that she doesn't want to be disturbed, although this isn't strictly true; instead of desiring silence she is dealing with the silence that is assumed. She never gets into trouble, always minds her own business, and dutifully does her part in group projects but rarely attends social events. The end result is someone that to most other students is little more than a warm body, an unassuming inoffensive occupant of space, and whether she’s there or not makes not a whit of difference.

Class Track:

Social sciences

Background:

Obedient, independent, self-sufficient, mature for her age–if these were not traits Imogen were born with, they were ones that her upbringing made more than second nature to her. The two happiest days in her father Cedric’s life were the day that he married Millicent Lancaster following an extended trip up from England to Ireland, and the day that their only daughter was born. Her dad knew that the woman he’d somehow married was too good for him, and so did she, but they were in love. He showed her how to love again; she shone a ray of radiant light into the murky hae of his life. It was like a storybook tale come true. Whether she came from a rich family or not, he -a poor, blue-collar Irish laborer- would do his damnedest to provide for his precious family.

Millie allowed him to. While he worked long hours to make ends meet, she idled her time away wherever she pleased, leaving young Imogen at home. She came from the fast life, after all; the simple pleasures after a hard day’s work that Cedric cherished, and that Imogen yearned for, would never satisfy her. Her needs for diversion, attention, and appreciation had to be met, and slowly, her husband ceased to satisfy. That wonderful spark of passion that galvanized them into a quick marriage was gone. With the passing interest known as a family now little more than a nuisance, it was no wonder that Millie ended up cheating on Cedric. What good was he for her, after all? Though stunned and hurt, Cedric forgave her, only to later learn that the affairs continued. When the infidelity finally reached the breaking point, he attempted to confront her, threatening to take his beloved daughter and leave. Instead Millie divorced him, crushed him in the legal proceedings, and took with her back to England the one thing he had to his name.

In England Imogen’s lonely life continued, all the lonelier for the absence of the only one who really cared about her. Millie provided for her, sending her to fine schools to try her hardest and succeed, but any show of tenderness inevitably rang hollow. Naturally awkward Imogen made few friends, spending most of her time either on schoolwork or online. She didn’t know how to talk with people her age or get them to like her, and felt like an outcast. For a while she did everything she could to try and make people give her the pity, sympathy, and kindness she believed she deserved. At the same time, she felt the urge to lash out, to bitterly dismiss and rebuke those who did as insincere, inadequate, or misguided. They should pity her, but she didn’t need their pity. Somehow, self-loathing and self-absorption walked hand in hand. As a result, those around her saw her as a selfish, manipulative drama queen, a weirdo, and a freak.

In the years of misery that followed, Imogen eventually had to change her tune. Starting after middle school, she calmed down. She buried her anger and the despair that caused it beneath a polite, considerate dignity. Imogen succeeded in completely changing her image, from her behavior to her appearance, seemingly becoming an upstanding young lady with an excellent academic record, a totally different and much more tolerable person. Though never popular or anything, she behaved long enough that all memories of that crazy, maladjusted problem child disappeared. All except Imogen’s, of course, To most, she just grew up, but in reality she worries that she never did, and had merely given up instead. She more or less accepted that it’s her lot in life to be a ‘ghost’ that matters to nothing and nobody, meaning that instead of others’ love and appreciation, she gets her new sense of self-worth from spite–the wholehearted commitment to spitting in life’s face by living a good one despite all its cruelty. She's still bitter about her loneliness and apathy, but she hides it and is too exhausted all the time from her studies to act out. It sometimes feels like something’s crawling inside her, a mania just waiting to break free.

Miscellaneous:

• Although outwardly calm, cool, mature, and collected, Imogen is something of a dork. ‘Terminally online’ might be a bit far, but she spends a lot more time watching streamers than hanging out with friends. The fact that she needs those glasses to see doesn’t help, either
• She doesn't like the quiet, or being alone with her thoughts, so when she isn't playing a game with a stream on in the background she's typically listening to loud music
• Her hobbies are surprisingly intense. It would probably be a surprise to anyone to learn that she owns and often uses a punching bag, or that she considers a day at a shooting range an absolute treat. She also likes horror, war movies, and so forth, perhaps desensitized by all that she's seen on the internet over the years
• There are bags under her eyes from staying up late staring at screens and textbooks for either stimulation or study
• She’s an avid coffee drinker and would probably suffer withdrawal symptoms if she stopped suddenly, but that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon
• Wherever there are students bragging to one another about how little they slept last night, Imogen can typically be found
• Owing to a childhood spent on fast food, frozen food, TV dinners, and a lack of motivation to cook for herself, Imogen's taste in food (and diet) are objectively terrible. She's immune to freezer-burn, ignores nutrition labels, doesn't care if things are burned a lot a little, and might very well eat something that fell on the ground if it looks fine. She'd probably be huge if not for her remarkably high metabolism
• To summarize, Imogen is an outwardly quiet, sweet, polite, very tired, slightly twitchy nerd, who may or may not be suppressing psychotic tendencies

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Persona:

Odradek - something adrift and unanchored, obscure and aimless that is neither quite dead nor alive, neither object nor human, and bereft of either origin or purpose. It appears to be a simple piece of junk, being a quantity of scrap twine or rope wound around two metal spikes in the manner of a kite or perhaps the sail of a ship, with an eye nestled inside the knot at the very center. It tends to float above and just behind the user, its loose threads flapping gently in some ethereal wind. If held its flight is strong enough to glide with, but not to ascend. When it manifests, it does so like it’s rapidly knitting itself together

Moveset:

Odradek specializes in screwing with, breaking down, and picking apart enemies. With its baleful, disquieting gaze that brings all into question it can weaken foes’ presence of mind (attack and accuracy debuffs), or it can take initiative to restrain them with its thread, making them sitting ducks (speed and defense debuffs). While it possesses only mediocre physical attacks of its own with its metal crossbars, its strange threads allows it to turn enemy attacks against them (counters) or with a little luck and preparation, puppet them directly (brainwash). Its element is Nuclear, the wellspring of enigmatic, almost eldritch radiation that is anathema to living things

Weapon:

Imogen's weapon is an unusually volatile and violent one: a grenade on a string, or more specifically, a garrote. Whether a piano or guitar string, the garrote is tough and sharp, ideal for stealth takedowns. When time to go loud, however, it can be used to pull the pin on Imogen's grenade from a distance, setting off its very, very short fuse. The grenades inherit Odradek's element, acting like teensy-tiny nuclear explosion

[Scribe of Thoth]

A coin for the ferryman

_{"They say 'just keep swimming', but I feel like I've been doing a lot more sinking than swimming lately."}

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character info

Name:

Daniel Burkley

Arcana:

Death

Birthday:

December 2nd

Appearance:

Daniel is a wiry, athletic boy standing at about 5'11", with lean musculature that could be accurately called a swimmer's build. A shaggy mop of brown hair crowns his head, which hangs down messily no matter what he seems to do with it. Conversely, the rest of his body from the neck down is completely shaven, despite him passing the age where he started to grow body hair. He keeps his uniform fairly standard, though his tie's usually a bit loose and it's not uncommon to see the collar of a spandex wetsuit peeking out from underneath if he plans to head for the water immediately after classes.

Reputation:

Daniel is most well-known as a member of the swim team, given that he seems to spend every moment he can spare at the pool or by the beach. As expected of such frequent practice, his athletic achievement far outweighs his academic performance, though he still remains firmly average in that regard. He's affable and friendly, though he carries the harmless mischief of a boy who still makes ligma jokes in the current year and finds pointless gaslighting to be the pinnacle of humor. With men, anyway. With his female classmates, he's a notorious flirt, though he keeps it lighthearted enough that most can't figure out whether he's joking or horrendously down bad. The fact that he promptly turns down any woman that reciprocates lends credence to the former, but he is a horny teenager, after all.

Of course, anyone that somehow chanced upon the rumors from his old school would likely piece together the truth, but Daniel tries his absolute hardest to make sure no one knows about his life prior to attending Harbour Academy.

Background:

Until very recently, Daniel lived the life any teenager would dream of. He is - or rather, was - the heir to a wealthy imports company, accustomed to tropical vacations and lavish living. He enjoyed popularity at school, spent his leisure time with friends, wanted for nothing, was a star athlete - on track to compete professionally in swimming, even - and if that failed, he had a lucrative family career waiting for him. The boy existed without a care in the world.

At least until last spring. He was in an empty school bathroom, pressed up against the wall with a pair of lips working their way down his neck. They hadn't even meant to do anything indecent, just innocent schoolyard kissing, but someone walked in and saw. Daniel hadn't even considered it risky at the time. And it wouldn't have been, except the one sucking hickies into his neck was a boy too.

His life collapsed nearly overnight. The tale hit the school's rumor mill like fire hits a droughted forest; while he wasn't exactly treated like a leper by the vast majority of the student body, the public opinion surrounding him had obviously shifted. Daniel could tolerate the locker room being a bit uncomfortable for a while and whatever colorful rhymes of 'Danny' and 'dicks in his fanny' other students could concoct, but his parents learned of the incident shortly afterward. He went from darling son to embarrassment to the family in an instant. Why leave the company to someone that would never give them grandkids, after all?

After graduation, he was sent to live with his grandparents, in hopes he'd 'clean up his act' rather than drag the family reputation down. Wealthy in their own right, they immediately suggested an upper-class boarding school, that Daniel might learn how to conduct himself properly among esteemed personages. And, of course, to not disrupt their retirement with a child to care for. Harbour Academy's proximity to the coast drew Daniel's eye, though the irony of the school's acronym wasn't entirely lost on him. Fate had a funny way of working like that.

Misc:

• He gets unreasonably embarrassed when people call him Danny, though he never actually insists people stop.
• Daniel's parents recently stopped paying for his contact lenses, so he's taken to fumbling around half-blind most of the time. Woe be unto the person sitting next to him who he can pester into reading the board for him.
• He's very much a 'touchy-feely/pat you on the back/throw an arm around you' kind of friend and often initiates physical contact without thinking, though a careful observer might note a flash of guilt on his face once he consciously realizes what he's doing.
• All of his social media accounts are either private or under pseudonyms. He notoriously never accepts friend requests.
• Daniel constantly tries to sneak snacks into class. That crinkling on the other side of the room that sounds like a bag of chips? It's him.
• Despite his love of the water, he's not a fan of seafood.

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_{They stood, pleading to be the first ferried across, and stretched out hands in yearning for the farther shore.
But the surly boatman takes now these, now those, while others he thrusts away, back from the brink.}

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persona info

Weapon:

Big Hammer. Bonk.

Persona:

Kharon, Ferryman of the Styx
A gaunt figure cloaked in tattered cloth and wielding an oar of petrified wood, whose only visible features are his desiccated hands and unkempt beard. He stands as a faithful guide between a life that can never be returned to and the new life waiting on the other shore, should one only be willing to pay his meager toll.

Moveset:

Kharon commands Curse-aligned elemental skills, as well as mighty Physical attacks with the oar he uses to beat back the damned. As one who ensures swift passage across the Rivers Acheron and Styx, Kharon can also bolster his allies' agility.

[DarckLeon]

From South America to the World

Name:

Orlando Pedrosa Da Silva

Arcana:

Magician

Birthday:

July 6th

Appearance:

Orlando stands at a noticeable 6 feet tall, which, combined with his olive complexion and green eyes, makes him stand out among his peers. Always with a smile on his face, onlookers might describe him as a sunny individual, but if one were to look closer, they would see loathing hiding in his eyes.

His love of capoeira has led Orlando to possess a strong core and lower body, although not one that could be defined as "ripped" by any means of the word. Nevertheless, when he's not using the school uniform, he prefers swimmers' trunks and Hawaiian shirts but doesn't have any preference outside of that, combining colors and attires in a way that someone with an eye for fashion might get offended for it. The only constant in his clothes is that each one has at least two to three pockets in it, ideal to hold his beloved spices.

Reputation:

For the majority of the school, Orlando is clearly the guy who knows a guy. The number of that cute drama girl, the favorite food of that hot jock, or even the answers of that hellish maths test, he can get it for you... if you have the money that is. Such a reputation is not one easily earned, and Orlando has worked hard for it: slowly becoming acquaintances with people from all over the school, doing small favours for free, and gaining the right contacts, it would not be wrong to say his name is the first one that comes to mind when you have a problem that requires some bending of the rules to resolve.

Yet asks any of his peers something about him and the most they would be able to say is that he's from Brazil and that he's in the school with a scholarship. An observant person would notice that in truth, if he already got what he wanted from someone, he will use excuses like "too much homework" or "not enough time" to avoid spending more time with that student until he has a need for that particular person again that is.

Yet even taking that into consideration, his exotic looks, natural charisma, and services he offers have made him somehow of a celebrity in the school, something he is well aware of and isn't afraid to use in his favour.

Background:

Growing up in the claustrophobic, maze-likes favelas of Brazil teaches kids from an early age a few hard-hitting lessons: never get attached to your neighbours, never ask too many questions and always look out for yourself. While Orlando was fortunate enough to avoid the truly dangerous part of that life, he still had to work from an early age to help the economy of his household, but the affection and love he received from his family were more than enough to make up for it.

Such life has more downs than ups, yet one of the highlights of every year had to be the Carnaval, a truly tremendous celebration of Brazil's rich history and culture, and a place where Orlando could show off his one true passion: capoeira. Each year he would get better and better at it, using the characteristic martial arts of his land as an outlet and a way of expressing himself, his life, and his struggles, like his ancestor did in the past. It would seem God smiled on him, as one of his performances got uploaded on the internet, where it gathered a respectable amount of views, and an opportunity of a lifetime: a scholarship at the exclusive Harbour Academy.

After much debate and only after earnestly promising his family he would come back and get them a better life, Orlando embarked 6 months before classes officially started, to not only learn the language but to acclimate to a foreign land and get a very intensive course to get him at a somehow respectable academy level. The little free time he had he used to sharpen his craft and earn as much money as he could to send to his family. Due to how the exchange rates worked, even spare change could make a difference, and those rich kids he would study with never wanted for anything. Wealthy and pampered, he was sure he could make quick bucks out of them: sell favours to those who looked like they could give him troubles, and rip off the spoiled idiots who didn't know better.

Far from his family and their warmth, far from his country and its culture, in an unfamiliar and distant land, yet it was a small price to pay for a chance at a better future. He knew he was at a disadvantage from the get-go, so he would not hesitate to lie, cheat and steal to stay ahead of his competition in Harbour Academy. The rest of the students already had the upper hand in terms of resources and knowledge, so it would be only fair to tip the scales in his favour a little, right?.

Misc. :

Part of the Arts program.

Is familiar with most of the staff in the school, knows them by their name, and helps them on occasion.

Always has a variety of spices with him. Thinks English cuisine, while good, is sorely lacking in condiment.

Has a heavy accent and tends to utilize Brazilian words when he doesn't know how to say something in English, but also tends to overdo it to maintain an affable image.

Is not afraid to scam a fellow student if he thinks it will not be traced to him. Has done it in the past.

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Weapon:

A pair of heavy steel cap boots.

Persona: Odysseus

A greek hero best known for his guile and wits, qualities that saved him a number of times in his 10-year journey back home after the Trojan War. Yet if it wasn't for his pride and hubris, many of his problems could have been avoided.

Moveset:

A Persona specialized in both close combat and using the strength of his enemies against them in the form of status ailments. If the situation were to call for it, he can also utilize a bit of wind magic, but it's obviously not his forte.

[Jeep Wrangler]

Also present?

_{The Star}

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_Name:

Franciszek Stanowski

_Arcana:

The Star

_Birthday:

September 2nd

_Appearance:

Frankie's a moderately-lean figure in build, though not quite frail, and holds the minimum portrayal of athleticism. He's short of any sort of facial hair - alternatively, he has a decent flush of dirty-blonde hair atop his head, paired with an icy-blue eye tone. His uniform often isn't any different from its default, newly bought style: the blazer remains loosely fit, the trousers and shoes are clean enough to pass, and he only often wears glasses for reading for long periods of time. The only standout difference is the small white scarf he often wraps and tucks beneath his blazer, whether around the hip or on show around the neck. In winter, he brandishes an olive parka, but all else remains much the same.

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_Reputation:

Not so much a remarkable one. He's known by name, maybe by class too, but whilst he isn't shy of socialising, he hasn't set his foot in the door enough to be of any inherit value.

_Background:

Franciszek Stanowski hails from a quiet, little Polish family, consistent of himself, and a divorced mother and father, both split ten or so years back. Originally, Franciszek - or Frankie when anglicised for school, had grown up for the first five years of his life in Leeds, before moving southward to Sussex. His family could never boast much economic freedom, and regularly walked the line between the middle and working class social status. Much of his home and school life was without prominence yet he did his best to maintain good grades throughout his early-to-mid educational years. Where he excelled was in his literary interests, having spent so much time reading as both a hobby and as an initial way to catch up to his peers.

His offer to attend Harbour Academy came with much excitement initially. What was seen as a chance to brighten the news within his household, thankfully funded by a scholarship, the distance felt at home with his father soon dampened the chance to celebrate, and Frankie has since arrived at the academy with little direction to call his. The fault of a quiet, lonesome and bothered life quickly seemed to return to his catatonic state of inaction, and valueless ends.

_{Misc. :}

- Duck Chow Mein noodles remain the food to his heart. Blessed be the local noodle shop during his childhood.
- His favourite book as an answer often changes throughout the week.
- That white scarf of his doesn't have a brand label on it, and is somewhat shoddily made. It's a wonder if it even keeps him warm or not.
- He's capable of holding conversation in Polish, as was the usual at home, though it's in a limited, casual sense.

_Weapon:

A decently sized metal staff.

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The Persona

_Persona:

Knucker
Born of the Star Arcana, the unnamed Knucker doesn't quite tote the sense of hope and joy for the future as expected, but the altruistic path is often encouraged by the beast itself, as both an honourable but also self-neglectful path to take.

_Moveset:

The Elements of Blessing; alongside the typical self-strengthening defensive effect, evocative of one's absolute stubbornness to have shut himself off.

[mickilennial]

I don't know what I'm doing~

_______________________________________________ Personal Data D A T A Name - Victoria Morgaine Yarwood Birthday - 5th of December Age - 16 Arcana - Priestess Persona - Nimue, The Lady of the Lake Weapon - Yo-Yo - Persona Abilities A B I L I T I E S Nimue, The Lady of the Lake Of the foundations of protection and warding, determined by the wish to help and guide others on their path.

Appearance Standing at five-foot-seven and a thin frame, Victoria supposes she’s a little taller than her peers. Though quite a bit taller than national average for her age, she’s not athletically gifted and lacks the muscle definition for contact sports. She prefers academic pursuits as she wanders through her life at Harbour Academy. When it comes to how she presents herself, Victoria actually feels comfortable in the school uniform. Most often she feels lacking when it comes to her own individuality and despite years trying to fit in, nothing's really felt right for her. One could probably see her wearing clothes away from the school that feel clean, presentable, but nothing eye-catching. She often blends into crowds. She aspires to be seen, but feels utterly pathetic when she tries. Her hair, a perfectly brushed midnight black drops down just past her shoulders. Her gentle faded blue eyes hint at something inside wanting to get out, but just barely. Reputation “I want to stand up, but every time I try to, I fall.” Victoria Yarwood, on herself Victoria would be known, but also not so known. Her father is wealthy and has contributed to many political campaigns in an effort to keep the name of Yarwood Electronics at the forefront. His bold personality overshadows much, including that of Victoria. Those who know her may have attended her previous school or simply acknowledge who her father is. She’s pretty much a shadow otherwise. Background Victoria’s life has always felt rather… empty. Victoria Yarwood is one of the many daughters of an affluent Welsh family in Cardiff, led by the sole proprietor of a popular electronics and communications company. The majority of Tori’s life as such was spent under the care of people that didn’t really think much of her existence. Her childhood, although the byproduct of wealth and prestige, was riddled with problems. She was smart, but she wasn’t a genius. She was tall, but unathletic. She felt deeply about the morals of others, but was soft-spoken. The people who called themselves her friends never let her make decisions and she just fumbled behind them. Fifteen years of mediocrity, a by-the-numbers life. In many ways her transfer to Harbour Academy before the school year even began was a changing of directions. But will it do anything? Will it make up for her personal and moral failings in her mind? Can she find something to bring her true happiness–or will it be more of the same? Another face in the crowd, too weak and too scared to do anything to change the direction of her life? It remains to be seen.

[AThousandCurses]

Katsumi Yoshino

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character info
Name:

Katsumi Yoshino

Arcana:

Temperance

Birthday:

June 8th

Appearance:

To Katsumi, she doesn't have attractive traits. Standing around 5'4 feet tall and having a healthy skin tone, there isn't much to talk about her appearance. She stands confidently and always has a grin that sometimes seems fake. From how she walks and carries herself, pretty much everybody can tell she's acting the part rather than being the part. Her eyes hide the single truth that she keeps to herself.

Despite this, Katsumi's fashion sense is on point with what kind of expression she's going for. If she wants to give off that 'smart glasses girl,' vibe, her attire will be prim and proper. She wants to be a ball of energy? Her clothes are slightly loose and she's not wearing her jacket fully.

Reputation:

Katsumi Yoshino is a complete weirdo. From the way she acts to the way she talks. She carries herself in an odd manner and tries to grab everyone's attention. It's like watching a circus grow a pair of legs and start performing tricks. People laugh at her or think she's dumber than a bunch of bricks. Regardless, everyone takes her as a walking joke half of the time. If someone is friends with her, it usually means that person is desperate for companionship.

She can be extremely obnoxious at times. From not respecting any personal boundaries to sounding like an idiot at times, there's no telling when the show will stop. At times, her antics would get on people's nerves. That being said, there are a rare few instances when Katsumi stops being an annoyance, but it only happens every blue moon.

Background:

A girl born into a family that owns a manga publisher company. Despite being raised as the daughter of said company, Katsumi didn't exactly have that much interest in it at first. She didn't grow up spoiled and ended up playing with kids around her age. Naturally extroverted, Katsumi hung out with her friends without a care. Every day seemed endless, and studying was an unfortunate, necessary hassle.

Though as people grew out of their childlike interests, Katsumi didn't. Wanting to stay true to her fantasies, she kept playing around in middle school. Unfortunately for her, society frowned on such eccentric behaviors. Her teachers scolded her, her parents reprimanded her, and her fellow peers often ostracized her for being weird. It was the first time she was at a loss over being not accepted.

That is when Katsumi found her lord and savior. Manga. Manga had saved her and restored her faith in humanity. She found warmth within each page of literature and became content with herself. That, of course, wasn't true at all. The steamroller known as reality often crushed down her walls every time. Still, Katsumi felt happy for a time. Even if she didn't have friends, she has 2d characters she could relate to.

Eventually, when she reached the age to enter high school, Katsumi's father sent her onboard. He intended to make her have connections in the future so that their company could thrive. It was a new page for Katsumi's life. A place where she could restart her social life. But, life is never easy.

Misc. :

Despite wearing glasses, Katsumi doesn't need them to see.
No matter what, her bag usually has at least one manga inside it.
Under an online alias, Katsumi writes very bad web novels for people to read.
Katsumi has a strange sixth sense whenever she is mentioned.
Surprisingly, Katsumi is enrolled into the mathematics class.
Whenever she gets stressed, Katsumi often cleans up her room or 'studies' her manga to calm down.

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persona info
Weapon:

A katana. I am not joking.

Persona:

Circe

A witch of the sea and daughter to the titan Helios. Odysseus encounters her on his travels during the Odyssey. She would turn him, and his crew into pigs were it not for Hermes. Circe falls in love with Odysseus and advises on his journey.

In comparison to Katsumi's height, Circe is smaller than her. Being around the size of a voodoo doll, Circe could fit into the palm of Katsumi's hand. Wielding a twig as her wand, Circe's form resembles that of a witch. She also lacks an apparent mouth, but her eyes that are like lines convey all kinds of emotions.

Moveset:

As the daughter of Helios, Circe has a multitude of fire spells that she slings at her enemies. A dangerous inferno that smothers all into a lovely flame. As a witch, Circe has multiple debuffing spells that weaken her opposition.