Althiel

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Banned for attractive avatar. *blush*

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Just got back from work, and holy moly.

Hider

Das a lotta students.

Will be making mine in a bit.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Gonna pitch in on this. Though I may need to alter my initial idea a bit since I was planning to make a solitary, quiet but studious, martial-arts type of delinquent with a combat ability, scouted by and turned into the StuCo president's radical cause after losing to her. XD

A bit busy at the moment, but hopefully there's still slots by the time I'm able to come up with a new idea!

Althiel's Unoriginal Creations

Yo. Lovely day or night to you all!

Throwing my interest out here, if slots are still available of course. I'm a bit rusty, but I'll put my 100% into this despite the hectic work schedule. (I'm resigning from it soonish to find a more suitable job that fits my capabilities, so I'll most definitely have lots of free time in the coming months! Maybe. xD)

Thine idea is a solitary, quiet but smart delinquent archetype with a straightforward yet dangerous combat-oriented ability; scouted and eventually appointed as the Disciplinary Committee Vice President to enforce Yukimura Atsuko's radical cause. Of course, I can make adjustments according to your decision, as this is currently just a draft!

Student Disciplinary Committee Vice President

Bios:

• Name: Kintarou "Kin-kun" Terumi
• Age: 16
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: "... What?"
• Personality: On the surface, Kintarou
  
  - desires a life of peace and quiet
  - likes to read books
  - exhibits a sense of justice
  - refrains from fighting until pushed
  - has a dry sense of humor due to his blunt, straightforward personality. and a deadpan snarker to boot.
• Backstory:
  
  "Your existence is one made for battle. This, I assure you, is an undeniable truth. What I've put you through is nothing compared to what you will be facing in your future. And now, you're on your own. But by the same token, I have nothing left to worry about. You're all grown up now. You persevered and you even managed to beat me. That, I am proud of. Kintarou, you're powerful. Powerful enough to defy your fate and forge your own path; your own happiness. Words alone can't describe how regretful I am for being the worst father you could've ever had. But know, and understand that everything I did, I did out of my love for you. And last but not least, I want to thank you. You have made the remnants of my fleeting life fulfilling. Worry about me no longer. All you can do now is fight for your future. Kintarou Terumi, my beloved son, farewell."
  
  - Love, Dad.
  
  
  Those were the last words, in letter form, imparted to him by his late adoptive father; the sole figure responsible for his incessant, unforgiving adolescence. It stuck to him like adhesive, one that will forever be ingrained in his heart. With uncontrollable tears from his eyes, the young juvenile named Kintarou Terumi, lost and confused, emitted a mournful squall.
  

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  From living at an orphanage to being adopted by a martial arts master who saw "great potential" in him and forced him to cough up blood, Kintarou was exposed to a childhood saturated with great hardship. His unbearable pain molded into enmity against his patriarch, a cruel but necessary supplement for him to keep going as his combat ability grew steadily overtime. Eventually, Kintarou managed to defeat him in a destined sparring match after years of constantly enduring his harsh training and honing his strength and skill.
  
  Then, enrolled at one of the most prestigious battle schools in the island country, Kintarou was made to realize the necessity of everything he had painfully experienced these past few years. With a parting gift, his father, revealed to have a terminal illness that he kept hidden from him and has just recently gave in to, had prepared him for this very moment. With a parting letter showcasing his true feelings towards his adoptive son, the master of the now dissolved Terumi Dojo had entrusted everything to him.
  
  Suffering great losses in exchange for his newfound freedom, the hardened youth carried on, living his high-school life in constant solitude in an attempt to keep a low profile. He had resolved to never fight again and live his days in peace and quiet, similar to his prior life at the orphanage, which he greatly missed. He favored the library, being an avid bookworm hungry for story-driven fantasies and such. He even made a friend under those circumstances. But alas, as his father's words held true, it was a tall order, being part of a school tailored for that very purpose.
  
  Sometime during the thick of his first year in Shiroyama High, he was involved in an incident where he was targeted by a group of big shot students from the Martial Arts Club. Bearing the Terumi name was a pretty big deal, as the prestigious Terumi Dojo was one of the school's major benefactors, until its gradual decline and eventual dissolution. The group desired the AED he sported since the beginning of his hellish training, arguably the source of his great distress; the Terumi Dojo's heirloom, the Sigma Sash. He was contemplating surrendering the device to them, up until he's realized that to accomplish this, they resorted to threatening his bookworm friend. Enraged, Kintarou subconsciously released his bindings and caused a massive ruckus on the school grounds, destroying the group so thoroughly that all of them were placed in near-critical condition.
  
  He was never "just a blip" on the Student Council's radar considering his background, but since that day, nearly the entire student body became wary of him. Rumors spread thereafter, and for quite some time, no one dared to challenge this monster to a fight, lest they'd end up like the ones that did. Then, someone rose up and became the sole exception: the recently-elected Student Council President of Shiroyama High, Yukimura Atsuko, herself.
• Inherent Engine Skill: ?
• Active Engine Device: Befitting his rigorous background in Martial Arts, his AED is known as the Sigma Belt. Its appearance is that of a lavish, custom-tailored, martial arts sash, accompanied by an emblem of a silver dragon head, a pair of ruby orbs embedded on its eye sockets, serving as a buckle. The ideal Active Engine Device for students skilled in martial arts, it served as the Terumi Dojo's family heirloom, entrusted to those deserving enough to persevere and champion over its debilitating drawback.
• Skills: (MUNDANE, NOT MARTIAL) Martial Arts - Trained at a very young age by his adoptive father, Kintarou is well-versed on a wide array of martial arts types (although admittedly, he is better at some more than others), and is undoubtedly one of the most accomplished unarmed combatants in Shiroyama High. His movements range from steady and composed when anticipating his opponent's moves, switching to quick and focused once he moves into the offensive, delivering sharp, decisive blows with his palm strikes, or disorienting opponents with a swift combination of punches and kicks. His signature is often knocking out opponents with a well-timed palm strike on the jaw, or a massive swing kick to the side of one's face.
• Rank: 28th (His rank used to be way lower due to his disinclination from fighting as a sport, at least until a certain StuCo President lit a fire under him.)
• Club: While most students would expect him to be part of the academy's Martial Arts club, he isn't. Not that he needs to, anyway. Instead, Kintarou was appointed as Shiroyama High's Disciplinary Committee Vice President. His main responsibilities include apprehending delinquent students or those with great folly to break school policies and regulations; duties that he admittedly isn't fond of, but since then has reveled in the thrill of fighting students defiant to the Student Council President's rule.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I failed a job interview once. I didn't know why; the interview itself went smoothly and all. But in my application for said company, they asked me for a sketch of our home address. And I just realized it now that I'm asked for the same thing in another company I got accepted into. I DREW A ROUGH SKETCH OF OUR OWN HOUSE INSTEAD OF THE ACTUAL MAP TO GET THERE.

Althiel's Unoriginal Creations

Violette Hume McDowell - Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling

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"Stop reading my sheet when it's still not done. That's rude."

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Name
Violette Hume McDowell

Gender
Female

Age
17
7th of March

Sexuality
Bi-curious

Nationality
English

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Appearance
A fair, young maiden of average stature with short, raven hair and eyes, this unkempt beauty is often groomed with effort by her servant to appear as presentable as she does when she goes out. She dons a pair of round glasses to compensate for her poor eyesight. For casual clothing, she has a strong inclination towards denim shorts and off-shoulder tops, though she's not too picky overall, owning a variety of tops and skirts that she dons whenever she feels like it.

Her Metaverse attire consists of a fancy black dress, a long, black scarf draped around her back, belt that supports both holster and scabbard for her weaponry and thigh high boots to complement the Stygian finery she sports.

Metaverse Thief Outfit

Height
5'6''

Personality
Listless and and prone to looking up the sky often, Violette faces the world with a rather pallid, unconcerned outlook. Growing accustomed to the vastness of the world outside their manor that she longed so much, her anxiety ballooned in synchrony. Now that she's here, she doesn't know what to do first, and this growing mentality quickly enveloped her negatively to point where she fell into a deep depression, rendering herself shackled once more. And the worst part is, she knows this full well, and she feels like she's wasting her brother's efforts in fulfilling her wish, but by the same token, lacking the motivation to change.

Her gradual decay had also impacted her once upbeat, adventurous and outgoing persona. Most of the proper decorum she were taught with since childhood have dwindled to the point where she looks and sounds less like a refined noble and more a spoiled, rich brat.

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Persona

In a general context, The Devil Tarot card can signify depression or addiction. It can also be a sign of feeling trapped or restricted. With this Major Arcana card in your Tarot spread you may feel as though outside influences or forces beyond your control are restricting you, leaving you feeling powerless and victimised. However, this is the illusion The Devil creates. You are in control of your own destiny and are not bound by anything other than your own attitudes and behaviour. Don’t give up and don’t give away your power. You don’t have to tolerate negativity, criticism, manipulation or abuse from anyone. There are always options and there is always something positive you can do to improve your situation no matter how hopeless things may seem on the surface. Likewise be mindful of how you are treating others and make sure you are not trying to manipulate or control people in your life either.

Queen Marie Antoinette of France / "Johanna" - XV. The Devil (Le Diable)

The story of revolution and resistance in 18th-century France is a complicated one, and no two historians tell the story the same way. However, it is clear that for the revolutionaries, Marie Antoinette’s significance was mainly, powerfully symbolic. She and the people around her seemed to represent everything that was wrong with the monarchy and the Second Estate: They appeared to be tone-deaf, out of touch, disloyal (along with her allegedly treasonous behavior, writers and pamphleteers frequently accused the queen of adultery) and self-interested. What Marie Antoinette was actually like was beside the point; the image of the queen was far more influential than the woman herself.

Name
Marie Antoinette / Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna / "Johanna" for short

Arcana:
Devil

Skill
Curse

Equipment
Sabre (source) / Flintlock Pistol

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Education
These directly correspond to how they are in their personality, listing their traits and potential upsides/downsides to their combat. Doesn't always trigger like in the game, and acts more as a character narration tool.

Biography
WIP

Affiliations
Virgil Hans McDowell - twin brother; heir presumptive to Baron Wallenstein.

Relationships
TBD

Character Theme

"Awaken, my inner self! Johanna!"

The Calling ~ Persona 5-esc RP

I got dibs on Kamoshidaman. Heh, just kidding. Le interest.

--hello

Yahallo! Welcome to the Guild. I only got a cup of tea and unfunny memes to offer as welcoming gifts, so take your pick.

The Erusean Mail Service

"The workplace should be right around.. Whoa.."

Calum halted at the sight before him, lowering the missive he was reading. Well-tended flora of varying ilk and vivid colors pervaded the green fields. Atop the inclined path lied a rather crude shack, which appeared to embrace the very nature it stood on. If it wasn't for the smoke emitting from its chimney, it would be easy to assume that it was abandoned. Still, everything about it felt... natural. The morning breeze that he felt brush past his being only complemented the invigorating vibes as he walked up the path towards his destination. It was going to be his very first job; the feeling of uneasiness inching on him like a bug. Nevertheless, it was one that he had decided on.

A chance for fateful encounters. To soar through the skies. To find one's own happiness through witnessing another's smile. A simplistic, yet wholesome dream for some, even if considered childish by others.

Arriving at the end of the walkway, Cal finds a young woman; a damsel possessing ashen hair and looking the same age as him. Their eyes met not too long after, and thus a greeting was inevitable. "Good morning to you, miss! I, uh.. assume you're here for the same reason as I am?" The two made light conversation, before more figures came one after another. And by each one arriving, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of discomfort. He was honestly expecting a more gender-equal ensemble, and this was quite the surprise.

"Erm.. I suppose introductions are in order, huh? Alright then, I'll start! Name's Calum. Calum Pierrepont. Folks call me 'Cal', so feel free to do so as well. Here's to hoping we all get accepted, yeah?"

The exchange picked up and continued from there, up until a certain point. The slight creaking of the door made the ashen-haired Emi shriek by surprise, and the others in tandem. "Y-you're joking.. right? T-the house can't possibly be haunted.." The sole male uttered with shaky breaths, a tad nervous when Emi slowly peered into the darkness.

And, like a scene from a horror flick, it happened.

"UWAAAH!" A figure bound from the doorway, causing his body to jerk backwards by instinct. His precious brown hat parted from his head and he almost lost his footing, like Emi just did. His wide-eyed gaze was glued to the culprit; a dog. Inconsiderate to the people it had just frightened, the creme-colored furball ran towards the greenery and frolicked about. His heart was beating fast, his right palm planted on his chest and he was struggling to catch his breath.

"Man.. Not.. a big fan of.. jumpscares.. Hah.. Little fella almost gave me a heart attack! Ahaha.. Hahahahaha!" Cal burst out laughing, realizing that he likely screamed the loudest of them all; the man among the women. He bent down to pick up his fallen hat, returning it to where it once was. "Well, that was embarrassing! Let's just move on and forget that ever happened?"

He tried his best to save himself from that embarrassment. He really did.