Asura

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 11th 2018 L O C A T I O N Hinotori Highschool T A G S @Hero

The class president seemed surprisingly emotive, all sighs and exasperated gestures. It didn't seem to match up with the calm, composed ice queen that rumor would have one think of her. Not that the rumors had done much to impact his own opinion. She was a thorough pain in his ass, regardless of what the idle gossip had declared. As she seemed to work through exactly what she had to say to him, he caught sight of a familiar shock of red in his peripheral vision. One which made a hasty getaway before he could do much to follow after it. As he watched Hinari disappear into the crowds of students, he scowled just a tad more noticeably—it seemed as though his plans had taken care of themselves. Not that it mattered especially much; he could always pester him on LINE later, and if that failed, well, they did share a classroom. With that matter settled in his mind he had little reason to argue when the president decided they would settle their business while walking together. "Lead the way." Their journey to the stairs saw them passing by a scene at least one of the duo found interesting, though Noriaki couldn't bring himself to care much for it. Apparently the one being scolded by the Vice Principal had a reputation for harassment, dweeby looking shit that he was. As they wandered down the stairs, he idly wondered whether or not he felt a sense of kinship with the unnamed second year. He was quickly becoming familiar with an upperclassman's overly pushy conduct himself, after all. He was not given the mercy of lingering on that thought for long. Once his escort had reached the first floor, she turned to him and began that awful habit she had. The one where her lips moved and words that pissed him off came out. To her credit, her brief explanation had managed to deflect the lion's share of his ire away from herself. As she made a retreat to the lockers, he ruminated on the knowledge recently provided. His initial indignation towards her wasn't necessarily misplaced, just misdirected. The Vice Principal had put her up to her thinly veiled threat. Tightly wound as he was, he almost skipped over a vital point—that she looked to be playing innocent with him, as if he himself wasn't a 'delinquent' yet, like the Ito she seemed so displeased with. By the time he had hastily thrown on his sneakers, the source of his vexation returned to his side with an idle shrug. What she said following that didn't matter much to him. What did matter was finally getting a question of his own out. Noriaki leaned down, moving just a little closer than was considered comfortable so he could lock eyes with his Senpai. "Just to get this straight; the Vice Principle told you to watch me because I'm new here. That's it. No other reasons why. That's all he told you?"

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 11th 2018 L O C A T I O N Hinotori Highschool T A G S @Hero

It took a great deal of willpower on Noriaki's part not to scowl. She had sought him out after yesterday, when she decided to all but threaten him and his chance at a new start, and she had the nerve to sigh at him? She had nobody to blame for this situation but her own ego. He didn't doubt that her appearance now was just an excuse to start things all over again, seeing as though he had rebuffed her little power move and gotten the last word in the day prior. It would almost be respectable, if she didn't try disguising her intentions in that honor student act. The previous urge to blow her off and go about his day almost won out when she opened her mouth again and started speaking in the faux apologies. But she pointed out something he already knew—if he didn't humor her, she would just keep showing up again and again, so it was best to suffer through her presence now for peace later. "You already went through the trouble of coming all this way and delaying me," he pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against the wall, "So say what you need to say. If you make a habit of coming to my classroom every day, people will start talking."

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 11th 2018 L O C A T I O N Hinotori Highschool T A G S @Hero

Another unproductive day was drawn to a close by the bell, the chiming bringing a welcome respite from the toils of academia. Not that Noriaki had managed to get all that much work done. The youth had spent most of the afternoon zoning out and ruminating on the events of the day prior. He couldn't exactly pretend Sunday's events were just a 'stress-induced nightmare' when several of his classmates had also been roped whatever bullshit was going down. He would have to broach the topic with them eventually, seeing as though he couldn't even escape the folks lurking behind it all even outside of his waking hours. The teen closed up his notebooks and swept the contents of his desktop into his bag with all the haphazard care he could must. With a brief scan of the room, he checked for any fellows who hadn't bum-rushed the door the second Momoji-sensei had dismissed them. Hinari, Sasaki and Mori seemed present enough. He only had the contact information of the ginger among them, and frankly, Daigo was the only one among their number he especially wanted to talk to, foul as his mood was. Asakura too, but he had mercifully been spared the fate he and the others had, and he didn't want to let that little white devil get her paws on someone else—he had caught sight of a fluffy tail in his peripherals more than once during the day, so she was assuredly lurking around, waiting for him to be indisposed. He would have to take some evasive maneuvers once he was on the first floor to ensure that wouldn't happen. "Busy today. Can't stick around." With a parting few words to Kazuyoshi, he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out into the hallway. A poor choice, he soon realized, as it appeared he had multiple she-devils waiting for the opportunity to catch him alone. He quirked a brow, tilting his head over his shoulder at the student council president that had gone to such lengths to grab his attention. He had half a mind to ignore her, his tolerance for stand-offs being what it was, but he was sure she would just continue to pester him if he did that. She seemed the persistent type. So, instead, he stepped off to the side, allowing the foot traffic out of class to flow unimpeded. "Not really," He answered, "But something tells me you don't really care about my schedule. What do you want?"

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

Aldwin Howe

| 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 |

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"Cursed? You have me mistaken. The only one here who bears a curse is you—the curse of my ire."

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 |

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 |
Aldwin Howe
𝐀𝐆𝐄 |
22
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |
Male (He/Him)
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
Human
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 |
Circle
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 |
Acolyte
𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 |
#BDD8DA

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄 |

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 |
Five foot ten inches, with a lean musculature.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐘𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 |
Fair of skin, with chestnut brown hair kept short and deep cerulean eyes.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 |
His eyes are a deeper, darker shade of blue than most, akin to looking into the sea rather then the sky.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓 |
Aldwin typically bedecks himself in the styles of Ferelden; tunics and trousers of blacks and browns, with leather boots and gloves to keep his appendages safe. Atop it he wears an olive green surcoat, with the symbol of the Wardens having been recently stitched in. A strap of cracked brown leather is used to secure his staff to his back when it isn't in use, and a similar belt around his waist holds the hilt that marks him as a Knight-Enchanter, ready to be drawn and channeled at a moment's notice. Though his clothing flows and breathes like the robes so many mages wear, they are not robes, and he has a great disdain for the garb of his brethren.
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 |
Despite having spent more time a mage than a nobleman, Aldwin holds himself with a posture of pride and authority. He carries a certain unfitting severity on his otherwise gentle features, as if to command respect from those he interacts with. His eyes are expressive, and he tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve in spite of his best attempts to remain stoic and aloof. He has a bad habit of fiddling with his hands when nervous.

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 |
The Grey Wardens are a means to an end for Aldwin—he is a scion of the Vigil, and his place was not to remain in a Circle for the rest of his days, rotting under the disdainful gaze of the Templars. He seeks glory and honor, something the Wardens in their prestige can provide him, and in return offers the boons of magic he has carefully cultivated over the years of his imprisonment.
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 |

• Honorable: Aldwin conducts himself with honesty and integrity—he is not the kind to lie or act underhandedly.
• Courageous: It cannot be said Aldwin is a craven. He will risk life and limb to do what he must.
• Diligent: When he sets his mind to accomplishing a task, Aldwin sees it done with all the thoroughness it requires.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 |

• Impulsive: Aldwin is a man who is quick to act and this often bites him when patience would serve better.
• Stubborn: Once he's dug his heels in on a position, you'll have an easier time coaxing a mule than you will convincing him otherwise.
• Temperamental: Aldwin is quick to anger and prone to let is show.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 |

• Pretty girls with pointy ears.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 |
Righteousness. Aldwin wants to be remembered like the heroes in the story books, who dispensed justice and remained true to themselves and their creed even against the worst of adversities. He will always try to do what he thinks is right, no matter the consequences, to live up to this self-inflicted expectation.

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| 𝐌 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 |

☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | -1
Etiquette
☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
Stamina
☒ 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | 0
Arcane Lore
Healing
☐ 𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 | +2
Riding
☒ 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 | +4
Arcane
☐ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
Detect Darkspawn
☐ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 | -2
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☒ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 | +1
Courage

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 |
Knight-Enchanter

For Aldwin, the way of the Knight-Enchanter is more than just a simple specialization of his skills as a mage. It was his salvation from the maddening doldrums of the Circle. It was an outlet for his energy, something he could dedicate his body to in favor of the bookish learning so many of his fellows engaged in. It was a way for him to remember where he came from, to fight in the front like his father's knights. It was the way he could turn his curse into a boon, a boon worth being wielded by the man he wanted to be. To be a Knight-Enchanter was to be more than a simple mage to be tolerated, but a warrior to be respected.

Aldwin's usage of his powers follow this trend; he summons forth his razor thin blade of magical energy and wades into battle with the others, conjuring walls of force and barriers to keep him safe where plate could not. With his magic he bolsters himself and his comrades, endowing them with vigor unnatural and imbuing their blades with fire and ice and lightning all. He is a protector as much as he is a killer, a healer as much as he is a bane, using his abilities for the good of his allies just as often as he uses them to cut down his foes.

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 |
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐘

Novice ► Journeyman

Description

You can treat wounds and illnesses.
Novice: You have trained in the art of chirurgy and your aid is swift and sure.
Journeyman: You have the hands of a healer. You can provide life-saving healing at the moment.

𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Novice

Description

You are a skilled rider and can handle horses and other beasts of burden with ease.
Novice: You can jump into the saddle quickly. Mounting a steed requires no effort.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒

Novice

Description

You react to threats speedily and instinctively.
Novice: You can prepare yourself for action in an instant. You can ready your weapon/magic without anyone noticing.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 |

• Arcane Lance: A bolt of arcane energy flung from the mage's hands or staff. All mages have this ability.

Arcane

• Arcane Shield: The mage conjures a protective aura that deflects incoming attacks for as long as this mode is active.
• Barrier: The mage or an ally is enveloped in a telekinetic field that repels significant damage.
• Elemental Weapon: While this spell is active, the caster's staff channels its base elemental power across the entire party, enchanting the weapons of allies to give them additional elemental damage.

Creation

• Heal: The mage imbues an ally with restorative energy, knitting flesh and mending bone.
• Heroic Aura: The mage enhances the party's aptitude in battle for as long as this mode is active.
• Haste: The mage imbues the party with speed for a short time.

Knight-Enchanter

• Spirit Blade: The mage creates a blade of solid magic to make melee attacks against nearby enemies.

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| 𝐄 𝐐 𝐔 𝐈 𝐏 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 & 𝐁 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |

𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 |

• Acolyte Staff
• Spirit Blade Hilt
• Lyrium-infused silver ring
• Traveler's clothes
• Riding horse?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 |

• Dagger
• Health poultices
• Lyrium potions
• Medical supplies

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 |

• Backpack, water skin, flint & steel, sleeping roll
• Miscellaneous herbs and plant matter
• A signet ring, bearing the symbol of the Howe family
• A copy of Way of the Knight-Enchanter
• A suspicious book titled Dalish Darlings

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| 𝐑 𝐄 𝐋 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 𝐇 𝐈 𝐏 𝐒 |

CHARACTER NAME|
Your character's opinion. Copy & Paste as many times as needed.

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Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden

Like most things in life, a show of overwhelming force seemed to settle the issue. Noriaki watched as the torrent of flame and lightning and energy besides peeled away at the layers of the beast until it was forced to retreat into itself. Something rose from within its depths, and the athlete certainly didn't need a catgirl shouting out him to realize what it was—something solid had finally manifested, which meant something that could be properly struck. Wrapping both his hands around the hilt of his sword and leveling it towards the beast, he burst out into a mad dash towards the creature, keen on seizing this opportunity while it was still present. He crouched low as he approached, aiming the tip of his blade upwards as he coiled down like a spring. Then, when he was finally close enough, he launched himself forward. A sickening crunch followed as he rammed the length of the blade up through the bottom of the mask. There was no way of knowing whether or not it would be lethal, these shadows being what they were, but he was certain it would at least hurt. Wrenching the blade to try and do as much damage as possible, he turned his head over his shoulder, calling out to the others and their assembled Personas through the cherubic wings of his own. "Don't just stand there! Get over here and stab it!"

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden

It seemed as though Noriaki didn't need to make good on his threat—no sooner than Daigo's newly formed Persona yanked the creature up from its well did the cat girl go throwing herself down it. Not a minute beforehand she had been pulling him away from it, warning him of the danger. He had to bite his tongue to keep from chewing her out for her hypocrisy. While she had been spared from his verbal assault the shadow certainly seemed intent on assaulting her itself. The teen watched as their opponent came pouring out of the structure it had hid within, Mira apparently having been lodged in its body thanks to her foolhardy antics. A flick of his weapon sent the ashy remains one of its many appendages, and he leveled the sword to prepare for another assault. Being unable to simply hack into it—lest he himself become snared by its gelatinous body—he was left with only one other option. Any misgivings about possibly striking the girl he had saved from a similar fate just nights before faded as a bolt of light shot from behind him towards the beast. It seemed as though Daigo was intent of pouring attacks into it regardless, although the direction of the assault almost made it seem like he was purposefully trying to hit their trapped 'ally'. If the scrawny ginger had been more prone of malice, he might have assumed that was a purposeful act. Perhaps it was an attempt to free her? It didn't matter. Even as more brilliant lights exploded onto the scene behind him and lightning came raining down from the sky, his goal remained the same. "Agi!" His sword pointed directly towards the center mass of the monster, aiming the resulting blast of flame so that it would begin in the middle of the creature and begin to burn its way outwards. His pinning and subsequent roast of the monster's arm had proven that it was not impervious to fire, and that with enough heat, the substance it was comprised of began to break down a carbonize. Either this thing was all goo, or it had some kind of core. Either way, violet flames would reveal all. "AGI!" Another burst followed the first, fanning the inferno of hellish fire that localized itself on the blob's center. The question of just how many blasts it took to cook the little bastard out would come to reveal itself in time.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

SEIMEI KEIKO

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Any devious scheme to get Tsubasa to pay for her meals would have to be put on pause—no sooner did the words leave her mouth did she spot someone approaching the forge. Someone Keiko was not especially happy to see. True, she wasn't happy to see most people, but to be face-to-face with the Master's niece this early in the morning was a quick way to bitter her mood worse than it already had been. Her family practically was Heiseina, the privileged few who oversaw all and kept things running smoothly. A representation of their sleepy little village, and in more ways than one. It didn't take an especially sharp eye to see the iciness in Fumiko's eyes the second they drifted from Tsubasa to herself. An immediate rejection, even through the facade of pleasantries that poured out of her mouth in the moments that followed. A perfect metaphor for how the town had treated her.

She hated it. The look, the village, the Takamori and Fumiko all. It took all her composure not to let the animosity that had building in the back of her mind all morning boil to the surface. She wanted to do something to wipe that sweet, fake little smile off the girl's face. To do something to make her feel some pain for once in her perfect little life. She wouldn't need to think for long. That cold gaze that had spurred on Keiko's spiteful side was the answer to her plea. She could see the way the girl's eyes lit up when she looked at Tsubasa. The little smiles. The sugary tone. There was an easy way to make her squirm.

"Hmm, I don't know. Tsu-kun and I were just about to head off to see the festival together," Keiko replied, her tone just as manufactured in its cheer. She took advantage of their proximity, reaching over to loop her arm through his own and lean into him a little. An intimate thing, but she was sure he wouldn't care, oblivious lug that he was. She imagined Fumiko, on the other hand, would care quite a lot—especially when she caught sight of the slightest hint of the smug little grin tugging across her feature.

"I suppose we could postpone our little date if it's super important. What do you think?" She inquired, casting a decidedly more innocent gaze up at Tsubasa.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

SEIMEI KEIKO

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A pout found its way onto Keiko's lips, and she had half a mind to begin guilt tripping him for his declaration that he did not, in fact, intend to ask her to the festival. She decided to be merciful in the end, seeing as though he quickly pivoted his answer—as much as she wanted to see him squirm, there would be many more opportunities to do so if she actually spent more than just a few passing moments with him that day. The short girl dropped back onto her heels after a moment, her pout morphing into a face of contemplation.

Of course, he hadn't just stopped there. The heartfelt words that followed almost made her give up her mischievous little act. There was an urge—a very strong urge—to break her facade of consideration when he mentioned her being part of the village, to meet him with disdain. As if he knew what it felt like to be ostracized. Half the village youths swooned over him, and the other half wanted to be him. But she steeled herself against the worst of those actions, and decided to respond in her usual teasing.

"Well, I suppose I don't mind going with you. Even if you are sweating through your shirt," She said, resplendent in her mercy, "You'll be paying for the food though, right? I treated you to breakfast, you know. It impolite to remain indebted to a lady."

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

Aldwin Howe

| 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 |

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"Cursed? You have me mistaken. The only one here who bears a curse is you—the curse of my ire."

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 |

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 |
Aldwin Howe
𝐀𝐆𝐄 |
22
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |
Male (He/Him)
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
Human
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 |
Circle
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 |
Acolyte
𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 |
#BDD8DA

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄 |

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 |
Five foot ten inches, with a lean musculature.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐘𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 |
Fair of skin, with chestnut brown hair kept short and deep cerulean eyes.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 |
His eyes are a deeper, darker shade of blue than most, akin to looking into the sea rather then the sky.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓 |
Aldwin typically bedecks himself in the styles of Ferelden; tunics and trousers of blacks and browns, with leather boots and gloves to keep his appendages safe. Atop it he wears an olive green surcoat, with the symbol of the Wardens having been recently stitched in. A strap of cracked brown leather is used to secure his staff to his back when it isn't in use, and a similar belt around his waist holds the hilt that marks him as a Knight-Enchanter, ready to be drawn and channeled at a moment's notice. Though his clothing flows and breathes like the robes so many mages wear, they are not robes, and he has a great disdain for the garb of his brethren.
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 |
Despite having spent more time a mage than a nobleman, Aldwin holds himself with a posture of pride and authority. He carries a certain unfitting severity on his otherwise gentle features, as if to command respect from those he interacts with. His eyes are expressive, and he tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve in spite of his best attempts to remain stoic and aloof. He has a bad habit of fiddling with his hands when nervous.

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| 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 |
The Grey Wardens are a means to an end for Aldwin—he is a scion of the Vigil, and his place was not to remain in a Circle for the rest of his days, rotting under the disdainful gaze of the Templars. He seeks glory and honor, something the Wardens in their prestige can provide him, and in return offers the boons of magic he has carefully cultivated over the years of his imprisonment.
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 |

• Honorable: Aldwin conducts himself with honesty and integrity—he is not the kind to lie or act underhandedly.
• Courageous: It cannot be said Aldwin is a craven. He will risk life and limb to do what he must.
• Diligent: When he sets his mind to accomplishing a task, Aldwin sees it done with all the thoroughness it requires.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 |

• Impulsive: Aldwin is a man who is quick to act and this often bites him when patience would serve better.
• Stubborn: Once he's dug his heels in on a position, you'll have an easier time coaxing a mule than you will convincing him otherwise.
• Temperamental: Aldwin is quick to anger and prone to let is show.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 |

• Pretty girls with pointy ears.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 |
Righteousness. Aldwin wants to be remembered like the heroes in the story books, who dispensed justice and remained true to themselves and their creed even against the worst of adversities. He will always try to do what he thinks is right, no matter the consequences, to live up to this self-inflicted expectation.

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| 𝐌 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 |

☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | -1
Etiquette
☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
Stamina
☒ 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | 0
Arcane Lore
Healing
☐ 𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 | +2
Riding
☒ 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 | +4
Arcane
☐ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 0
Detect Darkspawn
☐ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 | -2
-
☒ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 | +1
Courage

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 |
Knight-Enchanter

For Aldwin, the way of the Knight-Enchanter is more than just a simple specialization of his skills as a mage. It was his salvation from the maddening doldrums of the Circle. It was an outlet for his energy, something he could dedicate his body to in favor of the bookish learning so many of his fellows engaged in. It was a way for him to remember where he came from, to fight in the front like his father's knights. It was the way he could turn his curse into a boon, a boon worth being wielded by the man he wanted to be. To be a Knight-Enchanter was to be more than a simple mage to be tolerated, but a warrior to be respected.

Aldwin's usage of his powers follow this trend; he summons forth his razor thin blade of magical energy and wades into battle with the others, conjuring walls of force and barriers to keep him safe where plate could not. With his magic he bolsters himself and his comrades, endowing them with vigor unnatural and imbuing their blades with fire and ice and lightning all. He is a protector as much as he is a killer, a healer as much as he is a bane, using his abilities for the good of his allies just as often as he uses them to cut down his foes.

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 |
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐘

Novice ► Journeyman

Description

You can treat wounds and illnesses.
Novice: You have trained in the art of chirurgy and your aid is swift and sure.
Journeyman: You have the hands of a healer. You can provide life-saving healing at the moment.

𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Novice

Description

You are a skilled rider and can handle horses and other beasts of burden with ease.
Novice: You can jump into the saddle quickly. Mounting a steed requires no effort.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒

Novice

Description

You react to threats speedily and instinctively.
Novice: You can prepare yourself for action in an instant. You can ready your weapon/magic without anyone noticing.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 |

• Arcane Lance: A bolt of arcane energy flung from the mage's hands or staff. All mages have this ability.

Arcane

• Arcane Shield: The mage conjures a protective aura that deflects incoming attacks for as long as this mode is active.
• Barrier: The mage or an ally is enveloped in a telekinetic field that repels significant damage.
• Elemental Weapon: While this spell is active, the caster's staff channels its base elemental power across the entire party, enchanting the weapons of allies to give them additional elemental damage.

Creation

• Heal: The mage imbues an ally with restorative energy, knitting flesh and mending bone.
• Heroic Aura: The mage enhances the party's aptitude in battle for as long as this mode is active.
• Haste: The mage imbues the party with speed for a short time.

Knight-Enchanter

• Spirit Blade: The mage creates a blade of solid magic to make melee attacks against nearby enemies.

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| 𝐄 𝐐 𝐔 𝐈 𝐏 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 & 𝐁 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |

𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 |

• Acolyte Staff
• Spirit Blade Hilt
• Lyrium-infused silver ring
• Traveler's clothes
• Riding horse?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 |

• Dagger
• Health poultices
• Medical supplies

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 |

• Backpack, water skin, flint & steel, sleeping roll
• Miscellaneous herbs and plant matter
• A signet ring, bearing the symbol of the Howe family
• A copy of Way of the Knight-Enchanter
• A suspicious book titled Dalish Darlings

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| 𝐑 𝐄 𝐋 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 𝐇 𝐈 𝐏 𝐒 |

CHARACTER NAME|
Your character's opinion. Copy & Paste as many times as needed.

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Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx D A T E April 10th 2018 L O C A T I O N The Hall of Mirrors T A G S @Hero@Scribe of Thoth@Lord Orgasmo@RiverMaiden

Noriaki's forward advance was cut short of its goal, as he found someone tugging on the back of his jacket. He scarcely needed to turn his head to figure out the source of the interruption, and he growled in irritation as he spun around, giving the cat-girl who had been trying his patience for the better part of an afternoon a good shove for her trouble. "You're on thin fuckin' ice as it is. The next time you grab me, I'm throwing you down that well!" The inhabitant of the aforementioned well must have taken a level of offense to that, for it rose out of the depths and branched itself into four separate halves shortly after his comment, each shaped like the damnable hands that had gotten him—and everyone else, for that matter—into this mess in the first place. If there was anything worthy of taking the brunt of his ire, it would be this thing and all its god damned hands. He dragged his hefty blade up off the ground as the appendages swayed back and forth, perhaps looking for targets, before they suddenly fired forward at the group. It didn't take an athlete's eye coordination to realize one of them directed itself towards him, and so Noriaki threw his weight backwards, avoiding the clutching digits as they snapped to grab him. His immediate instinct was to simply slash it while it was overextended, but he recalled how it had proved resistant enough to the ice shards Mira had rained on it before. It would likely just shrug off a single cut and retreat back to strike again. He wasn't about to let it get off that easily. Lunging forward, the teen held his sword high above his head and switched it around so the tip faced downwards. With all his weight, he thrust it downwards. There was a sickening crunch as he drove the blackened blade through the shadow's flesh and further beyond, embedding his weapon into the ground to pin the hand and block its retreat. A move which likely bought him more time, but took away his main avenue of attack. But a simple sword was not his only avenue of attack, he remembered. He was not alone in this fight. "Helel!" As he called the name, the blue flames which had been the crucible of his rebirth exploded forth from his shoulder blades. The fire branched out like so many petals of a flower, forming six pairs of luminous wings that stretched wide behind him. The fires coalesced, as they had before when he summoned his blade, only rather than form another weapon, the wisps gave way to a cherubic figure, the azure wings replaced with radiant white feathers that enclosed Noriaki. The angelic being placed its small hands atop the devil's head, leaning over him as if to view the prize he had trapped with vague interest. "Agi!" Then there was more fire. Only, instead of the cerulean that had summoned the angel, the fire that burst around the hand was a deep, hellish violet, and brought with it not only light but horrible heat. Heat which did not bother Noriaki in the slightest. He merely continued holding the creature's limb down with his sword, hoping to burn it away with the power his Persona had given him.