Bourgeoisie

Persona: Winds of Change

If any of their families ever needed something fixed, then they would probably hear of him, and Akatsuki's dad probably trains Kenichi. Also, don't forget. Kenichi rep actually isn't bad, he just beats himself up inside a lot. A lot of people just think he's acting like an angsty teen, or they know him through the friendly ogre thing.

Mains | League of Legends

@DFA@Gikel@Kiroue@Jake@rivaan@Ambra

Normally the feeling of cool water running down his body after a workout would have been relaxing for Liam Schwer, if it wasn't for the goddamn migraines he had. He rubbed his temples as he felt another stab of pain shoot through his brain, before closing his eyes and dropping his hand and let his forehead rest on the cold tile of the shower.

He had been up for nearly three hours, and the sun had risen for only half that time as Liam prepared for his day. He had woken up after a late night of gaming when he had his first headache. Thinking it was just from the hours of playing League of Legends, he had taken some medicine and had gone for his morning run.

Of course, it hadn't gone so smoothly. Halfway through the run, he found himself feeling ill and began dry-heaving over a trashcan. Even stranger was his new-found aversion to the streetlights that illuminated his path to the gym he worked at, his instincts screaming at him to avoid the artificial lights like the plague. Forcing him to stay on his path, he eventually made his way to his workplace.

Champion's Gym and Training Center was a three story tall brick building that was situated in the downtown of Darkwater City. The name was proudly shown on a large, vertical neon sign, which Liam thanked God was off. The red brick interior sported a number of large Industrial windows which offered a view into the interior of the building. Jogging to the back of the building, which was noticeably less attractive than the front, Liam ran up a small flight of steps and began unlocking the employee entrance when the second migraine hit him, making him nearly drop his lanyard of keys. The pain was quickly followed by another surge on unfamiliar instinct, and he turned his head to see one of his fellow employees approaching. It wasn't until Liam let go of the breath he hadn't known he was holding did he also realize that he had gone into a defensive stance.

Shaking off the strangeness, Liam awkwardly opened the door and held it open for his colleague before slipping in himself. It was then he also noted that there was only a single pair of footsteps clicking off the linoleum floors of the gym's office space. His own feet were silently gliding over the polished floors with nary a sound, unnerving him even more. Throwing the strangeness to the side, he threw himself into his morning workout.

And that was where he found himself now, naked in the shower with a splitting headache. With his eyes till closed, and his ears covered by the sounds of the shower engulfing him, he was still aware of the new group of people entering the changing room. He could hear their mumbled conversations, the slight squeaking of sneaker on tile, and the scritching of clothes being removed and replaced over the roar of water. He felt the movement of people moving past his stall, as he counted the amount of footsteps they took to make it from one end of the room to another.

Turning the water off, Liam felt his headache subside as he was once again alone in the locker room. As he dried himself, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening to him.

---

Liam sat behind the receptionist desk, having been assigned there since none of his classes were scheduled until later in the day. He hadn't had anymore migraines since his shower and was prepared to act as if nothing weird had happened at all that morning. He wore the black t-shirt uniform of the gym with a pair of grey and black splotched wrestling shorts and had on a pair of old, but well maintained sneakers. The morning was slow, as expected since the majority of people were at work, and Liam was silently reading a gaming magazine he had found laying around. The other employees were milling around, taking advantage of the lack of gym-goers to exercise or chat.

With the formless noise of the gym in his ears, Liam found himself engrossed with an interview with one of the developers at Riot explaining the reasoning behind the controversial round of nerfs, most of which were centered on Irelia. Snorting to himself, he stopped as he felt another migraine coming on and his mind racing as he spun in his char, with the magazine suddenly rolled into a club and-

Oh, wait it was just one of his co-workers, the same one who was in the alley with him that morning. She was one of the new hires, a yoga instructor if he remembered correctly. She was standing in front of him, wide-eyed at the magazine poised to smack her. She let out a small eep of relief as the improvised weapon was lowered and Liam began to awkwardly and profusely apologize.

"Gah, I'm so sorry, umm you surprised me. I was really engrossed in this article and you surprised me, and...I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you did I? This doesn't happen normally, well I say normally, I mean never." Liam could feel himself rambling and mentally facepalmed himself, but he was still shaken by his actions. He had begun mentally plotteing out a chain of attacks that would have incapacitated his co-worker and left her spasming on the ground with a crushed wind-pipe before he had realized who she was.

As Liam was quietly being horrified with himself, the woman found her voice again and began addressing Liam, "Umm, Mr. Schwer? I have a foavor to ask of you." This directed the young man's attention back the young woman, who shivered when he looked at her, which surprised Liam more. "Umm, ummm, I forgot my purse at the diner I had breakfast at today. I have a class soon, so I can't go and get and since you're manning the desk I wanted to ask if you were wiling to go and get it for me. I left in the Darkwater Cafe."

Liam smiled at the young woman, before replied, "Sure, I know where that is. Give me a minute to find someone to watch the desk and I'll head out soon."

Getting out of his chair, he brushed past the shivering young woman, he really needed to learn the names of the new hires, he approached one of the table set up in a corner of the gym next to the vending machines. Seated at the table was a singular man who was nursing a small cup of coffee. He was older than Liam, and had a slight beer-belly ad thinning hair. His brown eyes glittered cheerfully as he saw Liam approach.

"Hey Parker, I need to head out for an errand, mind taking over the desk 'til I get back?" Liam asked the seated man.

"Sure, sure." Parker replied lazily as he finished the last of his coffee and got up.

"Kay, owe you one man."

---

Liam entered the diner and noted how busy it was. He could feel another headache building, and his wariness increase in close proximity to large number of people in the room. His eyes drifted calmly over the occupants of the establishment, noting the two waiters, a punk chick chatting with a sleepy looking guy, and a older man talking with a younger woman.

Mains | League of Legends

Operation Edgelord has a few new members I see

Mains | League of Legends

I'll have something up in a while, bit busy right now.

Mains | League of Legends

@Kiddo

k cool, cause I was really confused and had to look up her abilities on three different places.

Mains | League of Legends

@Kiddo
Wait, where does it say that? Or is it your own take on the ability?

Mains | League of Legends

W: Dark Frenzy
Evelynn breaks free of any movement impairment, and gains a movement speed burst for a few seconds.
Bleeding Interaction: While on the trail left by a Bleeding enemy, Evelynn gains passive movement speed and heals for a percentage of her max health per second. If an enemy champion dies while Bleeding, Dark Frenzy's cooldown is refunded.

@Kiddo

What do you mean by this, since her original ability only affects slows? Just curious.

Unknown Neighbours

I'm still here.

The Middle Class Character Sheets

Name: Rashid Murtada Darzi
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Role: Tailor/Seamster
Appearance:
1. Monster Form: Rashid's true form is a a being of smokeless flame, constrained in the shape of a human. The flames resemble the general outline of his human form, though is feature less save for a pair of glowing orbs where his eyes are.. The red flames flicker in the wind, and only burn when Rashid wishes it, and the strength and color is dictated is dictated by Rashid's health and emotions. On his back are a pair of large wings, also made of fire, whose wings are twice the length of his arms, though he can retract them into his body if he wants. He stands at 6'7" and has a thin and lanky build.
2. Human Form:

My Hider

As a Jinn, Rashid has the ability to shapeshift, but his preferred form is that of a middle aged man of Middle-Eastern descent. This form is just as tall and lanky as his true form, and wears the same clothes as him, but always seems to smell of incense and smoke.

Race: Jinn (Ifrit)
Abilities: Fire manipulation, Enhanced Strength, Flight, Shapeshifting, magic, imperviousnss to man made weapons
Strengths:
+ Rashid is unnaturally string, in whatever form he's in. His strength is such that there is he can lift cars with some effort.
+ His shapeshifting is limited to only his imagination. He can take any form he wishes, though he is unable to change genders
+ He cannot be harmed by man made weapons.
Weaknesses:
+ Magic, in any form has a greater effect on him than it would a human.
+ Rashid is quite proud of being a Jinn, and as such often underestimates others and limits himself on some of his abilities.
Bio: Rashid Murtada Darzi, like most other Jinn, was raised a devout servant of Allah. He was taught the teachings of Muhammed by his tribe elders, and was trained in the art of sewing by his parents. He was soon making wonderful robes of beautiful designs for his sisters, and handsome vests for his brothers. For a time, life was good.

Shortly after his (Lunar) fifteenth birthday, he was forced to flee his tribe after being found by a group of Taliban. The tribe, who had been cutoff from human contact for generations, had welcomed the insurgents in with welcome arms, only to be slaughtered by the bullets that had been blessed.

Fleeing for his life, Rashid made his way through Afghanistan where he traveled alone for years. He eventually made his way to America. It took even more time for him to make his way to Bright Times Apartment. He still gives daily prayer to Allah for guiding him to the apartment and giving him a new home.
Other:

100 Days of Summer

If anyone's curious, Theo's at the door as of @FaithsRose's post