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Highschoolers, Fight on!

Still with a watchful eye locked onto the man and two women, Feine's mind wandered from seeking inspiration from his next piece, albeit temporarily. It was definitely an interesting interaction to Feine, though he couldn't put his finger on why.

However, what sidetracked the young writer was a brief realization, one which had arose out of the depths of Feine's mind all of a sudden. It was something he hadn't realized before. Feine temporarily shifted his glance away from the group of three, and instead looked around the room. People were talking, having fun, and making dumb jokes, while Feine was all alone, as he'd done so in the past - he justified this as willingly, though this wasn't true. What Feine realized, however... was that so far, this assembly of sorts was exactly the same as the ones he'd experienced, back in 'regular' schools.

A wave of disappointment struck Feine. These people had been blessed with all sorts of supernatural powers, yet they rotted away doing the same things they'd always done - gossiped and gabbed about who knows what. The existence of these 'powers' was still rather new to Feine. He didn't consider that to others, they were completely normal... but for himself, they were largely foreign, outside of literature.

"How... disappointing." Feine spoke to himself in a level tone... only to realize he'd spoken what he'd been thinking. A common problem, which led to a few students giving Feine confused looks once more. "Forgiv- no, consider that a look into a brilliant mind, if you can even comprehend it. Otherwise, just go ahead and babble some more as I seek inspiration."

But following the wave of disappointment came forth a surge of relief as another thought made itself clear to Feine. These students likely hadn't utilized their powers here at the Academy, yet. In all regards and purposes, so far the school was completely normal in terms of what anyone had experienced... at least, that was what Feine thought. It wasn't particularly important to him what his fellow students got themselves wrapped up into, unless it provided entertainment and inspiration to the writer, Feine Rhiter. Otherwise? It was null and void to him.

Feine shifted his attention back to the group of three, though. Feine overheard some a loud voice - he presumed it was one of the ladies, but who knew? Feine knew full well that life was a mysterious thing, full of surprises. Was it the blonde lady with the cookie who yelled? No, perhaps it was the man? Or maybe - maybe it was the lady Feine had dubbed a tomboy in his head? As it would turn out, it was the latter.

With eyes like a hawk, Feine watched the group converse, seeking inspiration. Excitement had made itself known in the group of three, for one of the women had raised their voice! While Feine couldn't quite hear what they were saying, it was interesting nonetheless, and opened up several realms of interpretation. Perhaps she was defending the man from the cookie? Or perhaps she wanted it herself? Who knew?

But eventually, the cookie was thrown across the room, all of a sudden... this surprised Feine, who raised an eyebrow and stood up. What an interesting turn of events! Who knew that a cookie would lead to inspiration for Feine! Inspiration could truly come from the most unlikely of places.

Perhaps the tomboy lady was a hero, who saved the man from consuming a dangerous cookie? By tossing it into the crowd, the man was saved... perhaps. Feine straightened out his green scarf as he stood up... then laughed. In seconds, however, he covered his mouth and ceased his laughter.

Feine had a bit of an interest in this group, now... and took a few steps closer to them, only to abruptly stop himself and turn away.

'If I go closer to them, then I run the risk of interfering with the natural order of things. In this case, I would be a variable that may just influence what events they undergo... thus, that could be a downside. Though, these people seem interesting. I have no doubt I stand over them, but even a lion takes interest in mice, do they not? Asking them a few questions may prove beneficial. I need to think this over.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Something had piqued the young writer, Feine's attention. The area was full of commotion, and chatter. Feine sought both of these, but he sought something that both commotion and chatter could lead to. That thing Feine was searching for was nothing other than... inspiration.

Taking out a small notebook from his pocket, along with his trusty, though somewhat roughed up pen of four years, Feine got to work as he glanced at various people within the room. The first person that came to Feine's mind was none other than the headmaster. If Feine's memory served him correctly, then the headmaster's name was Elysion. The very name brought forth inklings of inspiration towards the writer's mind - the next step for Feine was to utilize such inklings to turn that ink into text with meaning. In particular, one thing stuck out to Feine about the headmaster. That thing was her name. Elysion.

'Elysion... a word relating to Greek myth, am I correct? Oh, what am I saying... of course I am. After all, I am a master writer, aren't I? Knowledge of words is vital to my very being.' Feine thought to himself. 'If I recall, it relates to the land where the dead dwell, an afterlife of sorts... of course, I expect this to be a little over the heads of everyone else here, I'm sure.'

Feine jotted down a few notes, then hastily diverted his gaze around the room once more... and his eyes eventually landed on a group of three students, much like a ball in a roulette wheel. The trio of students consisted of two women and one man. They seemed to be talking, and this tickled Feine's fancy to quite a degree. It was quite a diverse duo.

The first person to catch Feine's eye was the man, who seemed to have a slight slouch of sorts, along with long hair, though perhaps both were a trick of Feine's eye. But nonetheless, nonetheless! Feine stood by a saying in the world of writing - there is no wrong interpretation! And Feine's interpretation of the man was a somewhat wild fellow, though perhaps with a calm side...

The second person Feine's eyes investigated was one of the two women in the group, a lady with a ponytail and just about average in height. Feine's interpretation of this lady was 'tomboy', a character archetype which he found quite interesting. As for Feine's interpretation of this lady, he believed she was a tough tomboy - with a heart of gold, who wouldn't harm a fly!

And as for the final woman, she had blonde hair. Feine noticed she was slightly smaller than the person he'd identified as a tomboy, but perhaps, once again, it was a trick of the eye? What Feine noticed, was that she was handing the wild looking man a cookie.

'That woman - she may look kind and innocent, but in truth - she's got a hidden mean streak and feeds off the despair and misery of others! And that cookie she holds there - it is, in truth, laced with poison. As soon as that man takes a bite of it, he'll crumple to the floor, choking and in disbelief - for he's been had by this not so innocent blonde beauty, having been taken in by what seemed to be generosity. Feine thought to himself, analyzing the group further. 'What will then follow is the blonde woman acting confused, when in reality, she knows the situation off by heart. However, the ponytailed tomboy will be coated with a thick wave of shock, for her wild friend has fallen prey to the poisonous delicacy.'

Feine chuckled exactly three times, which netted him a few confused glances from a couple nearby students. Feine was aware that perhaps he stood out, being alone, and staring at a group of two ladies and one man, while feverishly jotting down notes. He didn't care, though. In fact, it could even prove to be a benefit to the writer. What excitement comes from a life of nothing but sugar and rainbows?

Feine's mind wandered back to the realms of writing swiftly.

'And I will entitle this piece... An Unseen End. How lucky I am for inspiration to have stricken?'

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Feine had an odd relationship with assemblies and similar gatherings that took place within schools. For years, he would tune out within assemblies and instead think of almost anything else, usually writing. Feine saw no reason in listening to what he already knew... but this assembly, and school was evidently different.

The Academy was obviously different to an ordinary, boring school... from what Feine knew, it focused on powers, which were uncharted territory for the young writer. He'd heard of them, but now he had them... and was in a school filled with power users. Feine would have liked to think he was naturally a savant, but that was outlandish. He'd only learned of powers being real a few years ago.

Feine knew it'd be best if he listened in on this assembly... and that he did. The woman, Headmaster Elysion, welcomed the students, and advised them that hardships would await... but in turn, they'd grow, they'd learn. There'd be things like pain, too... all standard stuff, but it pleased Feine all the less. Each and every one of those things had a vital role in an exciting story.

Growth, learning - two elements of character development! Hardships - things that could lead to growth, and learning - hence character development! And, most interestingly of all - pain, which could lead to dramatic moments and the like! It was all very exciting stuff to Feine.

'This Academy has the potential to bring forth an excellent tale, one that will shake worlds. Perhaps I'll find inspiration for my next masterpiece here... not only that, but this gives me quite the opportunity. The opportunity to experience a glorious adventure the likes of which have thus far been unseen outside of fiction! Feine thought to himself.

Feine smiled faintly, not uttering a word - though his mind still raced with thought.

'Such an opportunity has presented itself to me, Feine Rhiter! I'd have to be a complete and utter fool to even think of turning down something like this! Fate itself has smiled upon me, by granting me with these powers. Ah... it's almost like a novel of its own. A youth, blessed with a mysterious power and a lance - who enrolls in an academy of similarly powered people, only to rise to the top... much like an ice cube in a cold cup of water.'

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Here's the form for Feine Rhiter.

Feine Rhiter, the Writer and Fighter

Position: Student.

Name: Feine Rhiter.

Age: 15.

Race: Human.

Gender: Male.

Proficiency/Abilities:

Wind Manipulation and Spear Soul

Feine’s weapon of choice is a halberd/lance, which links in to his abilities. He is also decently skilled at fighting with his fists.

His defining ability is Wind Manipulation, allowing him to control the winds and manipulate them in various ways. He can create blasts of wind, knocking away enemies – or transporting himself around the area, while he can also create vortexes. However, his wind magic is ranged. The further his attacks are from him, the more energy it takes to use.
One particular trick Feine makes use of is utilizing an updraft, sending himself into the air with his spear… then landing on an opponent, spear first.

Feine has a second ability, called Spear Soul. This ability imbues his lance with the wind element, allowing him to fight with more efficiency.

When Feine lobs his spear, it will stick into the ground… and serve as a conduit for Feine’s magic. Instead of releasing his magic through his hands, Feine will channel the magic into the lance and fire it from there. This allows Feine to hit from especially long ranges with his wind magic, along with using double the wind magic. However, his magic is weaker when he and the spear are separated. Along with that, another disadvantage is that this separates Feine from his weapon of choice.
Feine can pull himself to his rooted lance with a wind gust, which will send him flying towards the lance’s location at a high velocity.

Identification: In terms of build, Feine is fairly average. He’s not short, but he’s not tall – standing at 5’8 feet high. He’s not particularly athletic, either – though his combat training is having positive effects, in that regard. Feine’s hair is dyed a grey-white, though his natural hair colour is black. His hair is usually rather neat. Feine’s eyes are green. He has light skin.

On his left hand, Feine wears a silver-coloured watch – and on his neck, he wears a green scarf, similar to the ones worn by action heroes. He takes great pride in both of these, and rarely removes them. He prefers either green or white jackets without patterns, and has a fondness for jeans.

Personality:

W.T.A, Writer with Attitude

A writer by heart, Feine Rhiter loves to theorize what new pieces he could possibly write up next. Writing is an enormous part of Feine’s life – in his mind, it’s one of the few notable things about him. In particular, Feine enjoys writing fictional fantasy works, focusing on heroes taking up arms and fighting off evil forces. Feine finds that the real world bores him in comparison to the worlds in books… however, Feine finds that The Academy may just be the closest thing to something like a fantasy novel in the real world – what with the evil spirits invading, the powers, and all that.

Academically, Feine excels at any subjects regarding English. In most other subjects, well... his grades aren't bad, but they're not superb. This is due to Feine often not paying attention in class, and simply thinking up new things to write. However, Feine knows the Academy wants their students to give 100 percent of their effort, so he plans to take schoolwork more seriously. If you've ever heard the stereotype of writers being unable to do Maths, Feine is an example.

With other people, Feine isn’t super chatty, and would rather wait for people to talk to him than go up to them himself – unless he needs something from them. He can come off as somewhat rude and smug, too, and is more than a little judgemental. If he thinks you’re stupid or annoying, he’ll gladly weave it into the conversation. Perhaps he’ll make it subtle, perhaps he’ll make it obvious. It’s all up to his mood. If he does respect you, he’ll still be a little smug... but in a more joking manner. Oftentimes, earning his respect entails showing interest in something he likes, especially his literature he writes… though that can easily be revoked with criticism. He doesn’t take well to criticism.

In conversation, he often tries to use fancy words that he enjoys using in his works, along with citing references to stories from books, films, and similar things. Not only that, but he also tends to speak in writing terms. For instance, he may conclude a conversation with ‘FIN’, or ‘The End’.

Despite being a not incredibly talkative writer, there’s a more hidden side to Feine. Feine has a soft spot for disaster, conflict, violence, and what not. It adds spice to people’s lives, including his own... and a little spice to his life is what Feine wants. Feine is not beyond setting things up behind the scenes, in order to create scenarios that interest him - though he tries not to be caught, of course. Along with that, Feine loves fighting and combat, though he’s mostly restricted to writing about it in books. With the invasion of Spirits, Feine finds that there might just be an opportunity to bring this passion to the real world… deep down, this is one writer who’s happy that the evil Spirits have begun to make their mark on the world, though he fights them.

He also has a soft spot for puns and word play.

Backstory:

Back to the Story

The middle child in a fairly average family, Feine was rather unremarkable, further amplified by his status as the middle child. His family didn’t ignore him, but it was clear that he wasn’t the favourite, not by any stretch.

Feine and his family lived in a fairly small town, where not much happened at all. People talked of Powers and Spirits here, but few had witnessed them. This led to a fair share of non-believers. It wasn't uncommon to come across families who refused to tell their children about those things... and Feine was in one such family.

Nothing about his life was particularly interesting, not until his school years. It was around this time where Feine developed his love of fiction and stories, such as the ones he saw on television and books. It was so interesting to the young Feine – he wanted to be a globe-trotting hero, just like them! He wanted to take up a sword and save the world! His parents encouraged him to begin writing his own stories, which weren’t the most original works, but he liked them and took pride in them.

When Feine’s class had a session of show and tell, Feine showed off and described his work to the class. But unfortunately for the fledgling writer, the class wasn’t nearly as interested as he was. Some of them yawned, others of them laughed… that was an issue, as Feine wasn’t trying to make something funny. Feine took offense to this… and this action led to his work getting ripped up on the same day by a gang of other students.

From that day forth, Feine was rather quiet around other students. He’d find a lonely spot and begin to write, away from the others. But this isolation led to people gaining even less of a positive opinion on him. He began being seen as weird. This continued for years, though Feine didn’t particularly try to stop it. How could he, after all? And, anyways – the fledgling writer was more interested in the people of his fantasy worlds, instead of the people in reality.

And speaking of fantasy worlds, Feine had overheard discussions around town about 'Powers' and 'Spirits'. This prompted Feine to ask these people what they were talking about, for Feine believed they were talking about something out of a book, and it sounded right up his alley. These people told Feine about Powers and Spirits... Feine wasn't entirely convinced, however. He'd never seen any evidence of people having powers anywhere. It was certainly an interesting thought, though... so Feine brought this up to his parents.

With a chuckle, Feine's father looked at him and told him that it was 'dumba- kooky reporters creatin' fake news reports', and that he'd never seen any of these Powers or Spirits himself... neither had anyone else they'd known. They told Feine that they were simply a rumour that people grew attached to, disappointing Feine. He wanted to wield a power and spice up his life... but Feine chose to make the most out of these mythical powers. He began to write stories focuses on Powers and Spirits, based on what he'd heard on the news. Feine wondered why the news would be reporting on something fake, if what his dad said was true...

Eventually, around the end of his time at Primary School, a writing tournament was announced, featuring various schools from across the state. Students attending primary schools were eligible… as soon as this announcement was made, Feine’s colleagues knew that he was going to enter. And enter he did, with ‘The Crusade of Kiki’, a work detailing a young boy called Kiki, who Feine based on himself. He put his heart and soul into this work, and investigated the writing styles of famous books, in order to write to his fullest. With the final stroke of a pencil on paper on this work, Feine was sure that he’d win…

The results came in, and Feine was happy, but not particularly surprised that he’d indeed won. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all to Feine. He’d analysed the writing styles of popular writers, and Feine didn’t think anyone else would put even a fraction of that effort in. This led to Feine developing an ego of sorts. When bullies approached him and mocked him, he would no longer simply stand back and take it. No – instead, he talked back and tried to tear them down. People who mocked his works would be met with Feine asking if they’d accomplished anything even comparable to what he had done. To people who threatened him, Feine would not hold his punches back. Feine felt superior to his colleagues, and enjoyed rubbing that into others.

However, Feine hasn’t accomplished much else since that competition. He submits his works online, and has written various different works under the alias of ‘The Rhiter’. As the Rhiter, Feine’s motto is that every reader who enjoys his work is a victory for him. Around this time, Feine began to become rather bored with the real world, and wished he lived in one of his many fantasy worlds, which he considered far more interesting than a dull old world like the one he lived in.

But it turned out the 'dull old world' held some more secrets. It was one certain November night, when Feine and his family were walking back from a fancy restaurant in town... that night, Feine's family was unlucky enough to be targeted by a group of mysterious hooded men. They lurked in the shadows... and eventually waited for the right moment to strike.

Three of them rushed out of the shadows, one of whom grabbed hold of Feine's younger brother's neck. To this thug's side were his two accomplices, who warned that they'd put Feine's younger brother 'into a hospital' if his family didn't pay up.

The entire family was distraught, but... Feine's father reached into his wallet, and pulled out some of his savings - $1,000, and went to hand it over to the thugs in exchange for his son's life. But at that moment, as if by miracle... a cloaked man wearing blue and orange dropped down from a roof, and delivered a punch to the thug with Feine's brother in his clutches, knocking said thug off balance and allowing Feine's younger brother to break free.

And, seemingly coincidentally, the man in blue turned his back to the thug... who immediately was struck by a blast of lightning, sending him down to the ground. The other thugs fled.

The man in blue didn't say anything, but he simply grinned as he broke into a sprint and ran down the street, his blue scarf billowing in the breeze. Feine's family didn't know what to think... the forecast didn't predict lightning that day, and it seemed odd that the bolt struck the man, dead on.

Later that night, the news held a special on a man called the Lightning Runner. He looked exactly the same as the man who'd come to the family's aid. And, not only that... but it was rumored he had powers over lightning. That day, Feine's family changed. They began to believe in what they previously believed was fake.

Eventually, Feine discovered that he had powers of his own, days after that event... and Feine loved them. They were like something he’d write, as an ability of one of his protagonists. With these new powers, Feine chose to style himself in accordance to his newfound powers, dying his hair grey and taking up a green scarf, which billowed in the wind. But fortune seemed to still be smiling upon the young writer, for he discovered the Academy. Some considered him a fit for what the Academy entailed – fighting off evil Spirits seemed like something out of a book… and, of course, that was something that appealed to Feine. While the Spirits were rather scary, Feine thought they were rather interesting… and deep down, he was happy that they’d appeared. They’d provide something interesting in the dull old world.

Now, at the Academy – Feine takes up his two most powerful weapons, a pen and a lance, to write and fight.

Other: Wooow I wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Sorry if the powers are a little powerful, or if the form's a little big.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Alright, made a few edits to Feine's backstory. New information is in bold, and on the previous post.

A general gist is that he comes from a town who doesn't really see much of anything, not even powers. They're only really seen on the news... and some people choose to dismiss it as a hoax, for varying reasons. Feine is in one such family. However, his family eventually begins to believe in them, due to a man with powers making their appearance in the town.

Sorry if there's any problems, again. In particular I'm not sure how well the new additions gel in his story, but that might be because I'm a little sleepy admittedly.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

My bad on that part, sorry about that! I should be able to make the necessary changes fairly quickly.
As for a semi-revised backstory - my idea for justifying his disbelief/lack of knowledge on these power things to being raised in a family who doesn't particularly believe in the stuff, nor have they seen it - adding a reason for Feine not knowing about these powers and fantastical elements being real.

If that sounds alright, I'll quickly write that in. It should be no problem.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

I like the look of this roleplay! Here's my character submission - sorry if I wrote too much... I might've gotten a bit carried away. I like how this form turned out, personally... other than its wordcount.

If there's any problems, I'll quickly fix them up. Hopefully.

EDIT: Added some more stuff, in order to make Feine's backstory make more sense. The added information is in bold. It should hopefully fit everything in better.

Feine Rhiter, the Writer and Fighter

Position: Student.

Name: Feine Rhiter.

Age: 15.

Race: Human.

Gender: Male.

Proficiency/Abilities:

Wind Manipulation and Spear Soul

Feine’s weapon of choice is a halberd/lance, which links in to his abilities. He is also decently skilled at fighting with his fists.

His defining ability is Wind Manipulation, allowing him to control the winds and manipulate them in various ways. He can create blasts of wind, knocking away enemies – or transporting himself around the area, while he can also create vortexes. However, his wind magic is ranged. The further his attacks are from him, the more energy it takes to use.
One particular trick Feine makes use of is utilizing an updraft, sending himself into the air with his spear… then landing on an opponent, spear first.

Feine has a second ability, called Spear Soul. This ability imbues his lance with the wind element, allowing him to fight with more efficiency.

When Feine lobs his spear, it will stick into the ground… and serve as a conduit for Feine’s magic. Instead of releasing his magic through his hands, Feine will channel the magic into the lance and fire it from there. This allows Feine to hit from especially long ranges with his wind magic, along with using double the wind magic. However, his magic is weaker when he and the spear are separated. Along with that, another disadvantage is that this separates Feine from his weapon of choice.
Feine can pull himself to his rooted lance with a wind gust, which will send him flying towards the lance’s location at a high velocity.

Identification: In terms of build, Feine is fairly average. He’s not short, but he’s not tall – standing at 5’8 feet high. He’s not particularly athletic, either – though his combat training is having positive effects, in that regard. Feine’s hair is dyed a grey-white, though his natural hair colour is black. His hair is usually rather neat. Feine’s eyes are green. He has light skin.

On his left hand, Feine wears a silver-coloured watch – and on his neck, he wears a green scarf, similar to the ones worn by action heroes. He takes great pride in both of these, and rarely removes them. He prefers either green or white jackets without patterns, and has a fondness for jeans.

Personality:

W.T.A, Writer with Attitude

A writer by heart, Feine Rhiter loves to theorize what new pieces he could possibly write up next. Writing is an enormous part of Feine’s life – in his mind, it’s one of the few notable things about him. In particular, Feine enjoys writing fictional fantasy works, focusing on heroes taking up arms and fighting off evil forces. Feine finds that the real world bores him in comparison to the worlds in books… however, Feine finds that The Academy may just be the closest thing to something like a fantasy novel in the real world – what with the evil spirits invading, the powers, and all that.

Academically, Feine excels at any subjects regarding English. In most other subjects, well... his grades aren't bad, but they're not superb. This is due to Feine often not paying attention in class, and simply thinking up new things to write. However, Feine knows the Academy wants their students to give 100 percent of their effort, so he plans to take schoolwork more seriously. If you've ever heard the stereotype of writers being unable to do Maths, Feine is an example.

With other people, Feine isn’t super chatty, and would rather wait for people to talk to him than go up to them himself – unless he needs something from them. He can come off as somewhat rude and smug, too, and is more than a little judgemental. If he thinks you’re stupid or annoying, he’ll gladly weave it into the conversation. Perhaps he’ll make it subtle, perhaps he’ll make it obvious. It’s all up to his mood. If he does respect you, he’ll still be a little smug... but in a more joking manner. Oftentimes, earning his respect entails showing interest in something he likes, especially his literature he writes… though that can easily be revoked with criticism. He doesn’t take well to criticism.

In conversation, he often tries to use fancy words that he enjoys using in his works, along with citing references to stories from books, films, and similar things. Not only that, but he also tends to speak in writing terms. For instance, he may conclude a conversation with ‘FIN’, or ‘The End’.

Despite being a not incredibly talkative writer, there’s a more hidden side to Feine. Feine has a soft spot for disaster, conflict, violence, and what not. It adds spice to people’s lives, including his own... and a little spice to his life is what Feine wants. Feine is not beyond setting things up behind the scenes, in order to create scenarios that interest him - though he tries not to be caught, of course. Along with that, Feine loves fighting and combat, though he’s mostly restricted to writing about it in books. With the invasion of Spirits, Feine finds that there might just be an opportunity to bring this passion to the real world… deep down, this is one writer who’s happy that the evil Spirits have begun to make their mark on the world, though he fights them.

He also has a soft spot for puns and word play.

Backstory:

Back to the Story

The middle child in a fairly average family, Feine was rather unremarkable, further amplified by his status as the middle child. His family didn’t ignore him, but it was clear that he wasn’t the favourite, not by any stretch.

Feine and his family lived in a fairly small town, where not much happened at all. People talked of Powers and Spirits here, but few had witnessed them. This led to a fair share of non-believers. It wasn't uncommon to come across families who refused to tell their children about those things... and Feine was in one such family.

Nothing about his life was particularly interesting, not until his school years. It was around this time where Feine developed his love of fiction and stories, such as the ones he saw on television and books. It was so interesting to the young Feine – he wanted to be a globe-trotting hero, just like them! He wanted to take up a sword and save the world! His parents encouraged him to begin writing his own stories, which weren’t the most original works, but he liked them and took pride in them.

When Feine’s class had a session of show and tell, Feine showed off and described his work to the class. But unfortunately for the fledgling writer, the class wasn’t nearly as interested as he was. Some of them yawned, others of them laughed… that was an issue, as Feine wasn’t trying to make something funny. Feine took offense to this… and this action led to his work getting ripped up on the same day by a gang of other students.

From that day forth, Feine was rather quiet around other students. He’d find a lonely spot and begin to write, away from the others. But this isolation led to people gaining even less of a positive opinion on him. He began being seen as weird. This continued for years, though Feine didn’t particularly try to stop it. How could he, after all? And, anyways – the fledgling writer was more interested in the people of his fantasy worlds, instead of the people in reality.

And speaking of fantasy worlds, Feine had overheard discussions around town about 'Powers' and 'Spirits'. This prompted Feine to ask these people what they were talking about, for Feine believed they were talking about something out of a book, and it sounded right up his alley. These people told Feine about Powers and Spirits... Feine wasn't entirely convinced, however. He'd never seen any evidence of people having powers anywhere. It was certainly an interesting thought, though... so Feine brought this up to his parents.

With a chuckle, Feine's father looked at him and told him that it was 'dumba- kooky reporters creatin' fake news reports', and that he'd never seen any of these Powers or Spirits himself... neither had anyone else they'd known. They told Feine that they were simply a rumour that people grew attached to, disappointing Feine. He wanted to wield a power and spice up his life... but Feine chose to make the most out of these mythical powers. He began to write stories focuses on Powers and Spirits, based on what he'd heard on the news. Feine wondered why the news would be reporting on something fake, if what his dad said was true...

Eventually, around the end of his time at Primary School, a writing tournament was announced, featuring various schools from across the state. Students attending primary schools were eligible… as soon as this announcement was made, Feine’s colleagues knew that he was going to enter. And enter he did, with ‘The Crusade of Kiki’, a work detailing a young boy called Kiki, who Feine based on himself. He put his heart and soul into this work, and investigated the writing styles of famous books, in order to write to his fullest. With the final stroke of a pencil on paper on this work, Feine was sure that he’d win…

The results came in, and Feine was happy, but not particularly surprised that he’d indeed won. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all to Feine. He’d analysed the writing styles of popular writers, and Feine didn’t think anyone else would put even a fraction of that effort in. This led to Feine developing an ego of sorts. When bullies approached him and mocked him, he would no longer simply stand back and take it. No – instead, he talked back and tried to tear them down. People who mocked his works would be met with Feine asking if they’d accomplished anything even comparable to what he had done. To people who threatened him, Feine would not hold his punches back. Feine felt superior to his colleagues, and enjoyed rubbing that into others.

However, Feine hasn’t accomplished much else since that competition. He submits his works online, and has written various different works under the alias of ‘The Rhiter’. As the Rhiter, Feine’s motto is that every reader who enjoys his work is a victory for him. Around this time, Feine began to become rather bored with the real world, and wished he lived in one of his many fantasy worlds, which he considered far more interesting than a dull old world like the one he lived in.

But it turned out the 'dull old world' held some more secrets. It was one certain November night, when Feine and his family were walking back from a fancy restaurant in town... that night, Feine's family was unlucky enough to be targeted by a group of mysterious hooded men. They lurked in the shadows... and eventually waited for the right moment to strike.

Three of them rushed out of the shadows, one of whom grabbed hold of Feine's younger brother's neck. To this thug's side were his two accomplices, who warned that they'd put Feine's younger brother 'into a hospital' if his family didn't pay up.

The entire family was distraught, but... Feine's father reached into his wallet, and pulled out some of his savings - $1,000, and went to hand it over to the thugs in exchange for his son's life. But at that moment, as if by miracle... a cloaked man wearing blue and orange dropped down from a roof, and delivered a punch to the thug with Feine's brother in his clutches, knocking said thug off balance and allowing Feine's younger brother to break free.

And, seemingly coincidentally, the man in blue turned his back to the thug... who immediately was struck by a blast of lightning, sending him down to the ground. The other thugs fled.

The man in blue didn't say anything, but he simply grinned as he broke into a sprint and ran down the street, his blue scarf billowing in the breeze. Feine's family didn't know what to think... the forecast didn't predict lightning that day, and it seemed odd that the bolt struck the man, dead on.

Later that night, the news held a special on a man called the Lightning Runner. He looked exactly the same as the man who'd come to the family's aid. And, not only that... but it was rumored he had powers over lightning. That day, Feine's family changed. They began to believe in what they previously believed was fake.

Eventually, Feine discovered that he had powers of his own, days after that event... and Feine loved them. They were like something he’d write, as an ability of one of his protagonists. With these new powers, Feine chose to style himself in accordance to his newfound powers, dying his hair grey and taking up a green scarf, which billowed in the wind. But fortune seemed to still be smiling upon the young writer, for he discovered the Academy. Some considered him a fit for what the Academy entailed – fighting off evil Spirits seemed like something out of a book… and, of course, that was something that appealed to Feine. While the Spirits were rather scary, Feine thought they were rather interesting… and deep down, he was happy that they’d appeared. They’d provide something interesting in the dull old world.

Now, at the Academy – Feine takes up his two most powerful weapons, a pen and a lance, to write and fight.

Other: Wooow I wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Sorry if the powers are a little powerful, or if the form's a little big.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

I can wait, myself, but there's definitely nothing wrong with closing it down. You've got a lot you need to do, and stuff like that can put a hamper on writing.

But anyways, thank you for the roleplay!

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@vancexentan @Crimmy

A Few Blocks Away From The Park...?

After Ishido Yoichi's attempt to awaken the seemingly asleep figure on the ground, he felt it'd be best to do something else. Perhaps he'd find answers to what he'd been seeking? Once more, Ishido recalled that the whole 'golden fog' situation was seemingly rather odd... and now that Ishido thought about it, it certainly was odd. Being teleported wasn't unusual at all - Ishido had seen that on TV a few times... but he'd never seen the people on TV get teleported to what was basically the same place... only with a distinctive golden fog and no people in sight.

As Ishido scoured the room, a possibility made itself clear. What if he and his new friend from earlier hadn't been teleported? What if... what if the light from earlier was harmful? Perhaps it knocked them out, and they awoke later... and in that time, perhaps the fog rolled in?

However, Ishido's theory was interrupted as he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A distinctive glint of a metallic object peeked out to Ishido's eyes from underneath a basket of clothes. It seemed to have a sharp edge to it.

Ishido wasn't completely a fool, though. Even with his dodgy memory, he knew what this was - it was quite evidently a weapon, judging from the metallic appearance and the sharp edge. All this brought to light a worrying possibility, regarding the figure lying on the floor.

However, Ishido was certainly not a fool when it came to the Tarot Deck. After all, the strange fortune teller had picked the Death card for him, which briefly surged into Ishido's mind. But, more or less - the issue of the unmoving figure was on Ishido's mind instead.

A figure, seemingly a person, found lying on the ground... not reacting to anything. While Ishido Yoichi himself was a heavy sleeper, even he would've woken up from the noise he caused in the presence of the non-moving figure. He'd tripped and fell, and even touched it, yet still it showed no sign of movement. Before, Ishido Yoichi considered dumping a bucket of water on the figure, just as Mrs. Yoichi occasionally did to him, but... he doubted it would work. Besides, it would be a waste of good water.

So that left one possibility. The figure on the floor was not asleep... they were broken. And now, Ishido had plausible evidence for this hypothesis. He'd found what seemed to be a knife.

'This knife must've been used on that person... and now they're broken, I'm guessing. Though, I drew the Death card earlier... did I cause this? If I didn't draw that card, that person would still be alive, wouldn't they? The fortune teller said something about Death not actually meaning you'll get broken, but it's still a card called Death... but maybe I don't understand that stuff so well. Mr. Yoichi calls it 'breaking', but nobody else does. They call it dying. It's a little weird.'

Ishido squatted down and went to grab the blade, but he then overheard a fairly loud noise... a familiar voice that asked if everything was alright downstairs. This was Hans, if Ishido's memory served.

"I think I found the homeowner, but he's asleep or broken!" Ishido replied, pulling himself to his feet and walking back over to the figure, to check out the situation once more.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@Crimmy @vancexentan

A Few Blocks Away From the Park?

The strange being on the floor was cold... surprisingly so. While a slight shock for Ishido Yoichi, this was not where his concern lied. No - his concern lied regarding the figure on the ground.

They didn't react to Ishido's touch... as if they were in a deep sleep.

'... This man's asleep... or he's broken.' Ishido thought, removing his hand from the being on the ground. 'Wait... is it a man or a woman? Perhaps I'll check...'

Ishido leant down slowly... but clumsily, he managed to slip once more, causing him to fall onto his knees.

'No... that can wait for later. I'll have to find something to wake up this man... or woman. Mrs. Yoichi occasionally slaps me across the face to wake me up... maybe that'll work? Or... or a bucket of water. That always wakes me up... I'll see what I can find. If I can't find anything, then... I'll slap the person awake.'

Ishido knew the figure didn't even react in the slightest to his touch, or the noise of him falling onto the floor knee-first... but he still felt as if the figure was in a very, very deep sleep... or they were broken. Ishido leaned towards the former... and planned to wake up the figure.

He had questions, after all.

With that, Ishido slowly pulled himself to his feet and scanned the room for anything else of note.