Ms. Uede can't seem to find her car keys. She's offering a reward of $600.00 to anyone who can find them. Before she noticed they were missing, she went on her morning walk from her home in Uptown, over to Blossom Heights where she walked up and around the large hill. She stopped by Shoten Temple and then walked down to Shoppers Row and bought some groceries. She took the shortcut through the Shopping Street Narrows and then went to visit her friend Richard over at Tranquility Apartments B 205. She had lunch with him and finally caught a cab back home and then realized the keys had fallen out of her pocket.
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Some workers are reporting odd incidents in the Delivery Bay. Boxes are being moved and things are even going missing. They want someone to investigate and figure out what sort of thing is actually going on. They think it's kids but it could be something spiritual. A reward of $1200.00 is being offered to anyone with answers who can put a stop to the spooky shenanigans.
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Some elementary school kids are starting to ditch school and it's not like them. A group of concerned teachers is requesting the aid to keep these normally studious kids, on the right path. The kids are Hiromi, Machi and Bella and they've been spotted hanging out by the west riverbank just before you cross the overpass to Blossom Heights. If completed, the teachers will treat whoever helps, to a large meal at a restaurant of their choice.
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At the Springdale Business Tower, two co-workers have been arguing for a week and not getting any work done. Their boss overseeing the project is getting fed up and ready to fire them. One of the other workers caught wind of the looming threat and has posted a plea for someone to come and try to fix whatever's wrong between the once friendly co-workers. A reward of $300.00 and an online article about the resolution are being offered.
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Nakamura is offering passes to the Springdale Hotsprings if anyone can find his deceased wife's ring which fell in Catfish Pond. She died six years ago and he would like to have it back as a means to remember her by. She says she dropped in the pond on accident over ten years ago. He hasn't had any luck and now that he's older, he can't bumble through the pond like he used to.
Plot Progress:
Six friends (Aliocha, Kazumi, Natazume,
Known Demons and Their Locations:
Gargaros is a nasty oni who stalks people who stay out late at night. Many parents warn their kids that if they're bad, he might come after them. He is very powerful and quick. If you sudden freeze up and feel a chill in the air, followed by mist, you better start running and hope he doesn't catch you!
Whisper is a spirit who is friendly, somewhat snarky and very smart when it comes to knowledge about demons and their history. Whisper is not fond of combat, conflict or any sort of negative situation. He is keen to help people and can sometimes be competitive when it comes to challenging people with riddles or logic.
Part Time Job: Conflict Mediation Assistant at Lil Buds
Earning $12/hour and works Mondays and Fridays from 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM
Money: Has usually $50 on hand
And has $1511.88 in savings.
Residence: Lives with her parents in Uptown Springdale
Family: Akane Hiroshi and Jin Hiroshi
Her mother Akane (58) is retired, a former antiques dealer.
Her father Jin (55) works at the business building downtown as a computer security analyst.
Hobbies: Ballet, Sketching, Meditation, Rollerblading and Knitting.
Aspirations: To help children understand their feelings better in order to become productive positive members of society.
Fears: The darkness.
Personality:
+ Fair + Likes to ensure everyone is happy and that should conflicts arise, each party is heard and respected. She tries her best to ensure everyone is treated equally and given the same respect.
+ Reliable + When she makes a promise or even just a plan, she sticks to it. She's the kind of woman who lives by her word and likes to make sure those around her can count on her.
+ Forgiving + She works with children and as such, is able to forgive people when they say or do things, be them petty or just regrettable.
+ Deceive + While she likes to take a gentle approach with kids at her job, she is very capable of being the voice of reason within her groups of friends. She is in favor of having a stance and not hesitating to make it known.
- Critical - At times, her knowledge and observations can cause her to be critical of those around her, sometimes known to be snippy and gruff.
Earns $9.50/an hour on Friday mornings, all day Saturday and half of Sunday.
Money: Usually has $20 on hand.
And has $742.55 in savings.
Residence: On campus in a 4 bedroom suite
Family: Satsumi, Azema and Yukiyo.
His mother Satsumi (53) manages the Shanista Cafe.
His father Azema (59) works with the coast guard down at Rolling Waves Beach.
And his sister Yukiyo (18) is working part time at the Gourd Pond Museum.
Hobbies: Cooking, Eating, Climbing, Photography, Running and Bug Collecting.
Aspirations: To fill each day with as much happiness as possible. But seriously? He would love to open up a modern restaurant in Springdale but for now, he thinks a food truck would be the best stepping stone for that big dream hanging in the sky.
Fears: Being dull and being alone.
Personality:
+ Energetic + Often bursting with energy and motivation.
+ Practical + Though he has high energy, he is by no means blinded by it. He knows life is about balance, for example he loves to eat so he found his passion in cooking and running to counterbalance his gluttony.
+ Imaginative + Taking pictures and cooking has allowed him to tap in his creative and wondrous side, he's often thinking of the future, be it good or bad.
+ Inclusive + He loves to include friends when he's out and about, never one to turn down an invitation or leave someone feeling left out.
- Anxious - From time to time, he can become clingy or paranoid because he tries to hard to have a good time and ensure others around him are enjoying themselves just as much. He can put emotional pressure on himself when he starts worrying about life and death and his impact on the world and those around.
Hobbies: ~Reading: Being the daughter of a bookstore owner, Sayuki grew up around books and easily developed a love for them. She likes to spend time reading the older books; the ones turning yellow with age, tattered spines threatening to break, torn corners and fading words. She often turns to books when there's little else to do, or if she need a break from playing her violin.
~Music: Music is the one thing Saki is naturally talented at and enjoys thoroughly, so much so that she's often recruited by directors to fill in for missing performers from time to time. Originally it was something she did just because she could; it wasn't until she came across a small boy struggling awkwardly to balance the violin and work the bow that she found she could easily explain just as well as she could play. While she prefers the violin, her talents aren't restricted to it. With a little practice she could become adequate on several more instruments.
~Occult: Around the age of 5 Saki stumbled across a little black book shoved deep in a forgotten corner of her parents store, the cover bore no inscriptions or designs on either side but inside it spoke of necromancy and voodoo. Fascinated she eagerly flew through the book becoming more enthralled with the idea of there being a veil in life, and if one could shift it they could see the unknown. Years past and her curiosity faded, she kept her collection of books and paraphernalia but has turned her attention to make strange charms and harmless babbles to push off on to her friends. Her current favorite is a cookbook titled Yokai Treats! Better These Than You! by Haruki Masumono, though she's had little luck in producing desired results she still enjoys feeding them to her young students and brother. No ill side effects have shown yet.
Aspirations: Watching her parents struggle happily for years to manage their shop has instilled in Saki the drive to never give up on what she wants, and while she strives to pursue her dreams in music, hoping to one day get a job as a teacher in the university, she often wonders if she should take over the store instead not wanting to see her parents dreams die with them. She's currently trying to save enough money to help pay the house bills for the next couple of months to help take the strain of her family.
Fears: While she has a strong drive and passion, Sayuki, like most aspiring musicians, fears not being impressive enough to be able to capitalize on her own talents. Worried that that alone won't be enough to see her through the rest of her classes; she often over focuses on those thoughts, wondering if she should just go for a safer life goal and resign herself to merely teaching music lessons out of the bookstore's spare room.
4 Positive Traits and 1 Negative Trait: +Affable: Having grown out of her awkward childhood, Saki can often be seen blending in with a group of friends, or talking with a junior about an upcoming piece. She has a sense of ease, and subtle grace about her that makes her approachable. A happy smile can be found upon her face for most of the day unless she's in math, than it's replaced by a rather amusing look of anguish and distaste.
+Creative: Often times Saki's notebooks are scribbled on with short bars of music, or note sequences writing music instead of taking proper notes about the class subject. Often times she can be found tapping out a short rhythm on her desk, or daydreaming about when the next time she could slip away to go practice in the music room would be. This same desire spills out into other activities allowing her to come up with new solutions or strange foods when she does try her hand at cooking, it doesn't end well usually.
+Eccentric: Given her odd taste in interest and showing off her never ending side dabbles into the occult, however the outcome, has branded the young woman as an oddball among the more popular students. Sayuki doesn't mind, even when her own friends call her strange she just laughs it off and continues on to the next thing humming one new tune or another seemingly without a care in the world.
+Loyal: Growing up Saki wasn't the most outgoing kid, so what little friends she managed to make and keep are very important to her; adding her small family to the mix and she has a small little niche of people that she trusts and would do anything to make happy.
-Absent Minded: When it comes to anything besides music and books, Saki often finds herself at a loss or regarding it with little interest. As such her others grades seem to suffer greatly at times, it's only by others nagging that she puts in enough effort to keep from failing. This extends to remembering to bring things or remembering meeting times.
*When she was smaller she couldn't pronounce her first name; so she called herself Saki and it's stuck ever since.
**Average cost my mother paid for my piano lessons.
'A streak of red followed Annaliese as she ran through back alleys and side streets, the loud clanking of the guard's boots soon turned to mere echoes as they gave up the chase having little luck catching up to the young pickpocket. A short laugh filled with a triumphant smile as the redhead scrambled up a falling wall slipping back into her small hideaway. The contents of her latest conquest spilled out on to her sleeping pallet, little more than a few coins and small bobbles, the coins quickly found themselves ushered into a tin that was quickly shoved into a small hole in the floor. The bobbles placed on a small shelf with other bright pieces of glass and broken trinkets. Her prized collection of sorts. Broken shards of jewels from the shaping of raw stones, wax seals bearing different crest, tattered strips of silk, useless trash to the higher class.
Flopping back on to her bed she grinned happily staring up at the endless sky, the roof on the condemned building long gone, as she remembered how easy it was to separate that drunk knight from his purse.
Loud berating soon made its way up to the small girls hideout, it sounded like a woman accosting her servant for not paying better attention to where they were going.
Lost rich people were Nali's favorite as she carefully made her way to the building's edge, spotting a woman decked in bright fabrics and heavily adorned with jeweled pieces, an easy mark if she had ever seen one doubting the woman would notice if a few of her smaller pieces seemed to walk off. A short jump and a few steps found the girl in a corner hovering behind the pair, a dull knife glinting in the light as she snuck closer towards the woman, adrenaline coursing through her small body almost giddy on the high from it while she make quick work of the cord holding a small chain of Citrine stones linked as a belt before dashing off again not foolish enough to return home so quickly. She could waste time loitering around the local tavern or in the slum courtyard with the rest of the cut purses in the city.
A cold hand circled around her wrist snatching her back into a shadow, as she shivered slightly, it seemed like the cold was traveling and coursing through her rendering her motionless as a dark laugh echoed behind her. Soundless words filled her mind, a soft rhyme and rhythm to them, speaking of gems and hunger, of anger and pride, strange phrases and words the young girl would come to understand later, but for now she stood staring wide eyed at the woman from early gone was her rich garb switched in place for a dark cloak hiding her face and the dark green dress peaking out from under it before the woman easily cast the young girl out into the street a cruel smile on her face as she walked away towards the palace.'
Speckles of green danced around the woman's blue eyes as the emerald rolled around in her slender fingers catching the dying light from her fire, long forgotten as her mind drifted back from distant memories, back from the beginning. A sharp shake of her head drew her back to the present as the redhead swiftly moved to stock the fire once more, breathing life back into the dying embers as the hunger started to creep up the back of her throat clawing in displeasure at the long wait for its food, her eyes slowly loosing their blue hue in exchange for a deep amber, it had been several days since Annaliese had been able to secure the food she needed, outskirt towns held little in the ways of high end jewels and gems. The higher the quality the less frequent she needed to eat. A bittersweet sigh left her as the gem disappeared with a quick flick, popping it into her mouth as it slowly started to melt and trickle down her throat.
The roaring hunger and anger quelling slightly at the newest offering.
According to her map the nearest city wasn't far, though she had little hope that there would be any easy targets; her infamy had started to proceed her and it was getting harder and harder to tell a trap from a genuine mark. A short chuckle left her lips, perhaps she shouldn't have stolen the Lord Regent's Sapphire Brooch, but the hunger had called for it, her smile dropping as memories took over once again.
'Blood trickled down her lip as she fought to sate the hunger gnawing at her insides demanding to be feed. The young girl was naive in thinking if she ignore it it would go away, she had no way of getting any gems in such a rural town and had tried silver and what little fools gold she could find; it had only seemed to enhance the anger boiling inside her as dark thoughts and whispers of blood and flesh started creeping into her mind. Frightened she fled to the outskirts tripping over a root sending the slender girl flying across the ground scrapping up her knee letting out a sharp hiss and whimper of pain, the hunger seething in pleasure at the punishment of her disobedience.
A returning fisherman found the young girl passed out on the ground, her face and hair smudged with dirt and blood, her breath escaping her in short rasps and whimpers more so from the swirling storm inside than her superficial wounds. Picking her up he carried the girl back into the village marveling at how thin and frail she seemed; surely her parents wouldn't have let her waste away like this, or perhaps her parents were long gone and the small girl in his arms was left to her own devices and had to fend for herself. His heart ached as he thought of something so small having to bare such hardships. Setting her down on his bed he made short work of bandaging her cuts before setting about make her something for dinner resolving himself to take in the girl.
A small bright green pebble falling onto the bed from his pocket, a strange stone he had found while fishing.
Nali's hand snaked out just as quickly as it fell shoving the small piece of jade in her mouth, vaguely conscious of her actions as the smooth cold liquid pooled in the bottom of her stomach taking the edge of her hunger, not enough to sate it.
Unfortunately it bought her enough time to betray her instances to run, instead she choose to believe in the man who took her in finding herself enjoying living a simple life with him instead of working to survive and keep the hunger at bay. She stubbornly ignored the signs of the hunger building, purposefully misinterpreting the outburst of angers as a young girl's fluctuating emotions. She worked hard to blend in with the village for them to accept her as one of their own, making friends with the other children her age; wistfully hoping that there was no downside to ignoring her curse, that she was just letting her imagination run wild.
The happy charade lasted a month at most before the hunger won over turning the raging anger inside her on her new found friends and family.
It was a bright morning as she ran home with an armful of flowers, happily expecting praise from her father at how good she was doing and how much better she looked. The gleam of his knife as it slide through the fish, gutting and cleaning it for breakfast had her entranced as the flowers scattered to the floor; before she realized it the knife was in her hand stained red as her adopted father clutched his throat his eyes wide with shock and hurt staring glassy eyed back at her while the blood poured out onto the floor. The blade slide across her tongue as she licked it clean, her eyes glowing a deep yellow.
When she came to the rest of village was slaughtered and her light blue dress stained red with blood, the bodies of her friends littered around her, a foreign metallic taste clinging to her mouth and tongue as she stood there in disbelief a sharp clatter as the knife fell from her hands. Hot tears started to well in her eyes, as she kept muttering to herself that this was nothing but a bad dream, she would wake up soon.'
Three times she had tried to disobey the hunger, three times she had woken up covered in blood, corpses littering the ground around her, organs missing, the hunger purring happily within her as she fruitlessly tried to empty the contents of her stomach nothing but hot tears and acid hitting the blood stained ground before crawling away to the nearest building or home to clean herself up.
The first time she wasn't so quick in getting away chased out by villagers and assaulted by guards, the young woman nearly lost her life that night.
The sharp crack of the log splitting from the heat made the woman jump, her left hand shooting out towards the pair of daggers propped up next to her as she surveyed the area. The woods were no place to stop for rest, but she had little money and little choice. Reaching up she pulled the thin cloak around her, a unknown parting gift from a dimwitted villager, yet she was thankful to have it as the night slowly got colder. With her craving controlled she stood up grabbing her weapons before scaling the nearest tree to tie herself in for the night, tomorrow she would head into the city.
A girl has to eat after all.
The large gates loomed as Nali blended in with the crowd slipping her way into the city, her contact had breathed word about a large cache of gems being delivered to the local goldsmith to craft a new ceremonial crown for the new prince's coronation. A starved look flickered across her eyes at the thought of having that trove of jewels tinkling in the near empty pouch tucked away under her belt, she wasn't naive enough to leave it hanging out in a city overrun with cut purses and pickpockets. After all that's what started all of this, cutting the wrong woman's purse for a couple of coins barely enough to afford a hot meal and a warm bed. Pulling the hood up around her face covering it so only the long tendrils of her red hair spilled out she quickly slipped down a side street narrowly missing two guards on patrol neither of them bothered or payed enough to worry about another thief roaming the city.
A sharp curse and growl left her lips as she realized too late that she had just walked into a trap, the empty chest at her feet only fueled her displeasure as the loud echo of boots and shouting informed her that she was surrounded. She entertained the brief notion of ending it before they could reach her but shook her head, one day she would find the woman who cursed her and cut her beating heart out in front of her before then she swore she wouldn't die.
Prison could be no worse than this.
That was until she realized they would be sending her to the Stone, she never counted on them connecting the slaughters to her as well.
Age: 22 Part Time Job: Springdale Records - Monday, Wednesday 4pm-9pm $10/Hour** Major: Kinesiology - Currently attending school on an athletics scholarship for soccer. Money: $2200*** - Currently earning 100 a week from part time work.
Residence: A small loft apartment just off campus. 2-bed 2-bath apartment with his older sister.
Family:
Rei Nakaumura - Mother, 49, Nurse
Jerry Kensington - Father, 62, U.S. Marines (Retired)
Mariko Kensington - Sister, 26, Graduate Student - Works as an Undergraduate Professor at Arcadia U.
Hobbies:
Music - Having picked up the guitar a year back, Takahiro enjoys playing music and jamming, and while not a masterful performer by any definition, he knows his way around chords well enough to play by a campfire. He has also professed to thoroughly enjoying karaoke.
Sports - Attending school on an athletics scholarship, it'd only be natural that he showed some vested interest towards sports. His primary sport is soccer, but he also enjoys casual games of volleyball and swimming.
Model Kits - Despite not being much of a gamer, nor having a lot of time for TV, Takahiro avidly purchases and collects model kits. His current favorites are a line of Mecha kits from the popular TV anime series "Falling Skies" (Shameless self-plug. forgive me pls).
Aspirations: With little drive or direction in life, Takahiro isn't absolutely sure of what he wants other than to live a full, fun life. A career in professional sports has piqued his interests, and tentative talks with talent scouts have implied that this may be within his grasp. However, he has also expressed the desire to help people, and has made toyed with the idea of becoming an EMT after graduation, similar to his mother.
Fears: Takahiro rarely expresses it, but has a fear of being alone. This does not necessarily mean physically alone- or else he'd end up a hopeless wreck every night, but rather the idea of being isolated or alienated from others and those he cares about. The strength of this fear results in Takahiro being fiercely protective of his close friends and family, occasionally jumping to aggression when those around him are distressed.
4 Positive Trails and 1 Negative Trait: + Athletic - Having entered Arcadia Academy on a scholarship for soccer, it is no surprise that Takahiro is rather athletic. In good shape, and with plenty of stamina, Takahiro has the strength and endurance necessary to propel himself into the coveted starting positions of the Academy Soccer team. + Even-Tempered - Cool and collected, Takahiro handles stressful situations with ease, and is often unfazed by hardships. He is capable of thinking logically even during times of panic and distress. The only time his temper snaps is when family and close friends are directly threatened. + Social - Thanks to the popularity of his position on the soccer team, Takahiro is a relatively known face throughout campus, and can often leverage this to his advantage. + Easygoing - Slow to anger, Takahiro gets along relatively well with others, or at the very least rarely steps on the toes of others. While not the most outgoing or friendly person, Takahiro rarely levels insults at others or tries to antagonize them. - Lazy - While by no means stupid, Takahiro is notoriously lazy. Unstudious and lacking drive, its a wonder how Takahiro manages to squeeze by to maintain the grades necessary to keep his scholarship.
Earning $9/hour and works Wednesdays and Fridays from 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM
Money: Total Funds are $900.00
Cash: $63.78
Account: $836.22
Residence:
Lives with parents in Breezy Hills.
Family:
Kazehana Sato - Mother, 46, Real Estate Agent
Mamoru Sato - Father, 49, Automotive Engineer
Hobbies:
Gaming – Anything and everything. Got some unresolved frustrations with a few impossible brainteasers that need solving? Maybe an immersive RPG that will keep away the sun for days on end? How about one of those first-person shooters all the kids are playing… guaranteed to be filled with hoards of zombies no less?
Biking – Not all things are fun and games. Some hobbies are just plain fun, and a fantastic way to sightsee around the town. Traveling by bike is Kazumi’s preferred mode of transportation when by herself, though other modes are happily accepted, especially on those brutal weather days.
Baking – Ah, baking. Those highly addicting sweets that add the pounds and rot the teeth when perfected are masterfully crafted from the loving heart… and just as quickly burnt to a blackened crisp in the often blamed oven. Quite frustrating, Kazumi knows. That is why the very first days of trial and error are long since over. That’s right, delicious creations are continuously being made by Kazumi herself. Don’t believe? Even with all of the compliments? Guess trying them out is the only way to find out.
Aspirations:
Going beyond simply exploring the land around her, Kazumi desires to not only study the ecosystems of the world, but to join in on the cause to preserve the natural habitats that exist to this very day. Wishing for a way to coexist with less of an environmental impact is also of great interest.
Fears:
Cleithrophobia – A fear of being trapped or locked in an enclosed space.
4 Positive Trails and 1 Negative Trait:
+ Generous: Despite being blessed with a greater financial wealth, Kazumi has refused to allow her elevated status go to her head. Alive with a benevolent heart, she has taken many opportunities to lighten the burdens upon those she has been grateful to meet no matter what sort of assistance may have been required.
+ Resourceful: Not every situation can be simple all the time. That’s why when things get overly complicated; it is time step back a moment and use another more logical approach. Like a detective to an unsolved mystery, every piece of knowledge she holds and every connection she knows will be used to its fullest extent to set everything right again.
+ Courageous: No matter how inevitable a situation may be Kazumi will always be a fighter to the very end. She may not be the strongest or even the fastest, but Kazumi will not give up on herself or anyone else that requires her help.
+ Energetic: Kazumi is almost always on the move and is enthusiastic in trying anything out for the very first time… or the second. Got an outing? Is it outside of work hours? If so, then game on.
- Headstrong: Yes, even Kazumi can have her moments of unwillingness. Who knew? Despite her valiant efforts to remain unfazed by life’s frequent tribulations, sometimes stubborn emotions creep up unexpectedly. Depending on the situation, a simple compromise can alleviate the problem. For the tougher situations it may require a bit more to reacquire a level head.
Age: 22 Major: Communication and Rhetoric Studies Minor: Journalism
Part Time Job: Cocktail waitress at Frostina's, 8pm-2am $7.25/hr (Irregular schedule) Money:
Wallet; $23.53 in cash, $40.00 on bus pass, $14.97 on prepaid gift-card Checking; $80.96 Savings; $50.04
Residence: Lives with grandmother, step-grandfather, and great-grandmother in Blossom Heights apartment complex, often spends nights in various co-ed dorms. Family:
Father; Ernesto Villabaso, 41, Bouncer
Mother (estranged); Arisu Arai, 50, Secretary
Step-father (estranged); Dai Ito, 54, Mayor's aide
Half-sister; Sayuri Ito, 17, Secondary school student
Going out; Ali enjoys going out on the town-- be it shopping at a thrift store, or going to get a bite at some restaurant. She receives a certain thrill from just going out with other, and being around other people going about their lives-- it's not often she can make full days of this though, due to her very minimal funds. Swimming; You can swim in catfish pond for free! She's enjoyed swimming ever since her father first taught her how wen she was a child. Biking; Seeing as her bike and the unreliable city transit are her two main modes of transportation, she's certainly lucky she enjoys riding around on the thing. Jogging; For whenever the bike is in need of repairs, and the bus is late. Socializing; Odd to think of it as a hobby, but Ali likes meeting new people, and flexing her gift of gab. Day drinking; Rather self-explanatory. Exploring the human psyche; i.e. drugs Appreciation of the human form, kinesthetic and the skill of a beat conductor; She enjoys going to raves and other parties with live DJs.
Aspirations: That's a good question. If one were to ask Ali this question, she'd probably give you some witty answer with a half-a-grain of truth in it. She realizes that she'll probably end up working for the Springdale Post, working her way up to her own column, exposing some drug ring out of the shade (Shady Alley). Parties would become wine in the evening and weed becomes aspirin before bed, she'd take care of her grandparents until they died, and then inherit their studio apartment... That's the most probable future, but it isn't what drives her, not entirely-- maybe not even partially. She isn't particularly sure of what it is that drives her, all she knows is that in the present, in her heart of hearts, she wants to feel good. In a balancing act with those base desires, she sees her journalism as a way to improve the world as a whole.
Fears: Ali's biggest fear is very conceptual, but horribly existential in nature, Ali is afraid that she might never be aware of feeling happy, or that she may have already reached some emotional peak in her life. The idea that she might never be a truly happy individual scares her, and often drives her to distractions. Otherwise, she mostly avoids the normal things-- snakes, enclosed spaces, absurd heights... while not quite a 'fear,' she does take issue with government workers-- she doesn't have any problem with spiders though.
4 Positive Trails and 1 Negative Trait:
+ Jazz Cats Pt. 1/ Open-minded: A result of a rather 'colorful' life, Aliocha is very receptive to experiences and perspectives other may find questionable. While not exactly objective, she is less prone to make snap judgments about people or situations. + Dark Comedy Late Show/ Gonzo Journalist: As far as modern journalism is concerned-- Ali doesn't have an ounce of journalistic integrity in her bones. Funnily enough, this makes her the perfect Gonzo journalist. She doesn't seek the objective truth in her stories, but one that is balanced between what she can live with, and what she feels her audience can handle. She does this by throwing herself head first into stories, interviewing with the aplomb of a drug addled, drunken, sex-crazed, college underachieving PI. + 都会/ Relaxed: Not always an advantage, but Ali knows how to keep relaxed under the stressful conditions in the life of a college student. This typically means neglecting responsibilities until later... but at least she's relaxed for the now! + Teach Me/ Libertine: Ali is a proponent of free love, and is very open with her sexuality. Combining this with her accepting nature, Ali stands as an affront to conservative thinkers, or at least, the people who would have other act how they want them to-- and she wouldn't have it any other way.
- Out by 16, Dogs on the Scene/ Complete lack of discipline: It's a self-explanatory problem. It's less that she's a procrastinator, and more that she'd rather be doing something that she actually enjoys-- even if the thing she needs, but doesn't want to do is actually very important.
