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Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Hatsu Amari

“I like doing math, because it is the most straightforward thing in the world. Numbers do not lie.”

Overview

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_Name

Hatsu Amari

_Age

15

_Gender

Boy

_Orientation

Heterosexual

_{Social Class}

Upper Middle-Class

_{Defining Hobby}

Mathematic: It is a strange hobby for someone of that age, but there is beauty behind the numbers that he cannot help but dig deeper.

_Occupation

None

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

Standing at 5'7 and weighing 139 lbs., Amari is not particularly impressive among his peers with his physicality. But the young fifteen years old math enthusiast maintains a good balance between his weighs and heights thanks to the strict enforcement of healthy diets that was placed upon himself. He is near-sighted by nature, and always have to wear glasses when he is reading.

Outside of school, Amari follows a semi-formal to very formal fashion trend. He doesn't like shorts or hoodies that normal teenagers usually wear and is almost always seen with plain knee-length pants along with collared shirts, even during hot summer days. On colder days, he can style an additional layer of gilet or jacket. For formal events, he would have a special two button black suit and tie to go with it.

_{Personality Traits}

In a house party, Amari is the guy who plays with the host's pet cat. The number of friends on his list can now be counted on his fingers. That's who he is. By nature, Amari is an introvert. He is not bad at talking on a one on one basis, he actually has much to converse, but he just isn't the type to actively create conversations with strangers. Becoming someone he acquaints with is the easy part. Becoming his friend is the hard part. He doesn't always let people into his circle of friends anymore, so you have to show him that you can be someone whom he can trust to be able to do so. But if you take your time to go through all of those obstacles, then you can enjoy a lifelong friendship.

Not really a genius, but he is known for having a 'math' brain. He is quite perceptive when it comes to natural science subjects, as grasping the key concepts and concrete knowledge is relatively easy, due to the logical pattern in these information. But he struggles in social science due to the abstract nature of the subjects. Nevertheless, his grades in natural science subjects aren't exactly top notch, as he is prone to cut corners upon studying. But he generally enjoys his grade distribution, ranging from above average to the top five students in class. However, there is one subject that he never once stood second place: mathematic - the thing he has always been curious in.

_{Likes & Dislikes}

Likes

-Doing and reading about Mathematics (Trigonometry, Linear Algebra, Calculus)
-Solving science problems online
-Listening to calm music
-Moments of solitude
-Eating seafood
-Drinking tea

Dislikes/Fear

-Perfectionism
-Being too reliant on something
-Life insecurities
-Sadness
-Fake friends
-Dying

_{Home Life}

The Hatsu's family, consisting of Amari's parent, himself and his older brother, who is pursuing a criminology career in Tokyo, is relatively conservative in terms of personal values. Well-educated and quite demanding in education. Nevertheless, they did not fail to provide the two brothers the support and love they needed in their life.

_{Personal Motivation}

He didn't have many aspirations while in high school. In fact he can't really list out one. He has one goal out of life, however, which is to pursue a professorship in mathematic, but was unsure if he will ever get it. He also desires to have someone as a friend, maybe more than that but he doubts it, to share his burdens and enjoy his time with.

Miscellaneous

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_{Relationships}

TBA

_{Belongings & Inventory}

He carries a white fountain pen with ink in his bag, in which he prefers to use over the disposable ballpoint ones.

_{Other Information}

Currently hidden for plot purposes

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Yup @Inkarnate. Though this time it won't be apparent to all characters from the very start.

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

I wonder what drove me to this one (Still has the character concept wanted to familiarize with...)

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Acion Nakamiji

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Against the advice of his older sister, the young Acion did not rest for the day. But he didn't intend to make the courtyard his training ground yet. There were still too many people around for comfort and safety. One of the few reasons why he usually train by himself was because of his deadly techniques that he was practicing. Aside from direct combat, nobody should be around him when he was actually doing his work. He never minded the solidarity though. It is a great medicine to the soul, whenever he was tired of other people.

Acion flew up and landed gently on the roof of the school, having the outside view completely within his vision. Maybe he could train in the outskirt. It was usually really quiet and vacant, so he could make use of it. If he had asked nicely, he may be able to use the back area for his training.

"Hmmm?"

Or not.

It isn't vacant anymore now. Some guy was heading there right now. He seemed to have some time in his hand. Looking closely, was that Amane? That dude whom Acion fought at the auditorium. Rumors said that he was on probation for what he had done in that training exercise, and was quite 'enjoying' his time. Now that he thought about it, the guy didn't seem as demonic as some of the gossipers in the school described him to be. At least that was what he had in mind while having that talk. Of course, his ideology was nowhere righteous, but roots of bad behaviors don't tend to come from rational choices, but rather personal insecurities and social problems. Criminal behaviors also branches from those theories. So if there was anything, he'd look at him with a bit of sympathy than complete scorn, assuming he hadn't dug deeper. Maybe some day he could.

But for now, Acion didn't want to make his appearance known to him. The guy seemed to be enjoying his solitude, so better not to break it.

Turning away from the quiet backyard, some commotions over the other side of the school caught the winged man's attention. Seemed like some sort of competition, as there appeared to be a split between some of the people participating as they were standing on two sides, separated by White Hat and some of the teachers. He recognized some faces there. Two of his classmates. There was Tomoe, that sleepy girl in the gym and the dining room the other day. He wondered if she was ever present without hugging anyone? It was kind of cute, but inconvenient somewhat?

And there was Hitomi…

For some reasons, his mind went back to the exercise. He immediately grabbed his forehead before shaking lightly.

'Snap out of it. You're better than that.'

There's obviously something he needed to reflect on. Privately that is.

But still, they didn't seem to be actively participating in this one. From afar, he could see two contestant stepping up, saying something to each other. With a signal from White Hat, they both dispersed. Now that sparked his curiosity. What seemed to be the commotion?

From the rooftop, Acion made a jump before spreading his wings widely, slowing down his descent, and touching the ground nicely. He approached the two ladies casually.

"Hey guys. What seems to be the whole commotion here?"

@Silver Carrot@liferusher

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

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"You got it!"

The early morning gunshots echoed into the misty cloud. It had been days ever since they arrived at the Matupi Headquarter, and Thanh had been even more active than before. By the time the next mission began, he had already known, or at least talked to, a quarter of the men in the squad. To his surprise, but not really unexpected, not many of whom were as battle-hardened or experienced like he did. Some of whom didn't even know how to use a gun properly. It seemed like the war was getting a little desperate. But in exchange, the survivor of the Battle of Hanoi didn't take it as a setback, or any source of worries. He simply accepted the situation as it was and tried his best to improve the situation. He'd volunteered to train these newcomers as extras that go in conjunction with his own training. Hopefully with his effort they could be of help on the battlefield, or at the very least get out alive.

"No no no. Don't let the ammo box touch the ground. It will be hard to adjust your aim."

And here he was, with the new bunch wanting to learn under him, as much as he could teach them.

To be honest, he didn't really expect to be such a tutor. He was intending to spend this day to try and master the technique necessary to use his new weapon. He didn't know what it was yet, since headquarter hadn't given him the full part to the weapon. All he was provided to train with was a neck-level height long metal pole to train with. Despite so, it really implied that this was a point-blank weapon, and that this would be a very dangerous task. He didn't fear danger, but he ought not to face danger unprepared.

After letting the new recruits having their moments of self-train, with the techniques taught already, Thanh went to his own corner to train with his new weapon. Or rather...incomplete weapon. He held the pole at exactly the 1/3 mark and the 2/3 mark, charged forward and lunged it at a nearby wall, twisting it around and then ran back to cover. Rinse and repeat. It was a rather very bizarre sight to watch, as some people didn't really understand what he was doing. Thanh could notice curious eyes of his peers behind him burning into the back of his hair, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Did he look crazy to them? Maybe, but he didn't care.

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

THOMAS LANCASTER

Solaris Universatas - Thursday - #industrialscience

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Sometimes we, as normal person, usually imagine scientists being the mysterious ones who spent decades inside a laboratory or a library trying to find their Eureka moment. And when they do, it would revolutionizes the world as we know it.

But things weren't so simple and dramatic.

"If our brain really emits electromagnetic, which is measurable in a room shielded with mu metal, a special material that blocks external magnetic, using MEG scanner, then..."

That Eureka moment could last for a while.

"The electromagnetic wave created by the brain could suggest human consciousness coming out of there."

But not entirely comprehensible.

"Isn't that basically what Susan was claiming in her book as well?"

And require a little bit of tweak.

"Yes, but we can't really measure it through classical physics. If we look deeper into the subatomic particles present and charged within the electromagnetic field, through the use of quantum theory, we can uncover how those particles generate these non-physical thoughts that our brain usually think, perceive and imagine."

Visible to all passerby, the man sitting in the wheelchair, in his black suit, was swiftly drafting his illustration on the whiteboard nearby, while the middle-aged man nearby was pinching his chin in thoughts of the new proposition. A room reserved for only great minds.

"My prediction is that our consciousness exist in the state of superposition. Our thoughts are a form of quantum state, and when added together creates another valid quantum state. To measure this state of the brain, we can project a well-tuned signal into the brain. If the oscillation occurs and measured after a certain amount of time..."

"Then quantum superposition occurs." The professor finished.

"Within decoherence time, yes."

A small but happy smile formed on the professor's lips.

"Keep going. Develop the mathematics."

One could have a brilliant and ingenious idea or theory that could explain everything in the universe, but reality lives on numbers. If one could not develop the appropriate equations to back his or her theory, then it would merely be as rubbish as any conspiracy theories already out there in this world.

Thomas was frozen for a while long. He surely wasn't prepared for his hypothesis to be accepted for mathematical proving so easily. It really was just a spur of a moment thing that he just got out of the book that he just finished reading in the last few hours. Minutes passed, nothing coherent and clean came into mind.

And here is when the Eureka moment subsided, and potentially crushed...

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"Hmmm."

Over an hour had passed, but the man in the wheelchair was still in front of the whiteboard, his marker still firmly in his hand. In front of him was an artistic masterpiece of numbers and signs. And yet, it remained unfinished. A quarter of the board remained unpainted. And one almost invisible corner, a single equivalence notation stood lonelily, sad and making no sense. He was stuck.

"Now where can I come from here?"

The wavelength variable constant k always had to remain fixed during the whole process. But then when the wave function was sent into its favor, its value could be altered with the effects of the Rabi oscillation. So it wouldn't be well-defined, not to mention being a constant as well. Then...

"Why is it so cold in here all of a sudden?"

He knew it was cold outside, but in this room was already monitored by proper heater already. How come he was still chilly here? It wasn't any common feeling of coldness. It only occurred in his palm and feet area. He could feel his grip on the marker hurting a little bit. His breathing hastened a bit.

"I might be thinking a little too much."

It wouldn't hurt to take breaks. He probably should get some hot snack to warm up.

While his wheelchair rolled across the library hall, as his mathematical equations still stuck around in his head, something slammed into his wheels. Something flesh and blood. Someone.

Before he knew it, his chair, after having one of its wheel locked in place while the other was still moving, rotated to the left forcefully, as the person fell on him. He could visibly see flocks of pink hair over his glasses.

"Oh! Terribly sorry." He said as he tried to regain his stance in the wheelchair, before helping the girl up. "My apologies, I wasn't paying attention."

[@Amalthia]@Rodiak

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

THOMAS LANCASTER

Solaris Universatas - Thursday Morning

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The 12-inch rims was rolling through the aisles of the University's Library, gently disturb the tranquility of the area. No blames were sent though. It was, after all, a polite reminder not to fall asleep during long hours of studies and research that could become tedious extensively.

The wheelchair stopped at the PQ section of the library before making a ninety degrees rotation into the smaller quarter. Wedged on two sides were all books, collected from the most brilliant minds in history, past or present. Within these dozens of books contained merely a fraction of humanity's intelligence and knowledge. It was a poetic reminder of how lowly and humble a person's understanding of the world is.

The man in the wheelchair knew exactly what he was looking for. The Nature of Consciousness, written sixteen years ago by a particular neuroscientist. She is not very well-known, but her worked had once been the center of debate for scientists of the age to discuss about the different theories of consciousness. Thomas had had some skepticism about each theories, as each served to explain only a part of what we are. A good theory is characterized by two factors: the first being the ability to explain large bodies of existing observation using as few arbitrary elements as possible, while the second being capable of predicting future events with those same elements. Most of these theories did explain specific events and observations, but could not for some. That could mean the theories were completely wrong, or they had a role different from what we imagined. And that was what he was going to find out, or hope to find out. That's probably the most interesting, but not for everyone, part of this job, as you are not at all stuck with a nine to five jobs where you do tasks you all know too well day after day. This job was like any adventurer's dream, and without dangers: travelling into the unknown. Yes, there are possibilities that you would run into a dead end, and you won't likely know if you do, possibly for an entire life. One life wasted into something worthless. It could happen. But in the name of science, it is worth the voyage.

"PQ 39.1 R212 2002 c.2"

After a bit of search, Thomas found the book he needed. And, thankfully, it was on the second stack, perfectly within his reach.

Upon grabbing his book, Thomas rolled over to the desk nearby, where he intended to spend a few hours reading the book before going home. Jeanie said she would be making taco tonight, so he better not miss it.

Or so he thought...

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Whilst cleaning the kitchen inside the two's apartment, the young woman, with her long, silky and lustrous black hair suddenly leaned over to slid her phone out of her pocket. It was buzzing her lap. A short whistle of the birds made it clear it was a text message notification. Taking it out of her pocket, she turned it around before pressing the home button, lightening the screen as power surge through the phone. It was Thomas.

'Sorry to miss out on your taco night today, but I am currently occupied with my professor about my paper.'

"Again?"

The lady chuckled amusingly and with a small bit of salt. Looks like Netflix is gonna be her companion for the night.

She noticed she could scroll down in the message, as there was more

'I may have found it this time.'

'Hmm...'

That statement left her in thoughts for a while. The weather seems to be getting a lot colder tonight...

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Aurelia Nakamiji

Acion Nakamiji

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'Not the same?'

Normally he would scoff at him for acting all high and mighty, but this time...This time was a whole different story. The fact that his background was shady as hell that leaked out during the fight with these Shadow Clan people really put him in a strange spot. The similar quirk and several familiar traits and details revealed by these people put Acion at odds. Just like Kaida, maybe there is something secret behind Takeshi as well that really put him in a category completely different from the majority of other students.

Now that he mentioned it, there were actually a lot of people with different backgrounds coming into the Hero Course. A lot of unenviable backgrounds. That girl Dulga, who he did not know much but her always hostile attitude and strange clothing offered something sorrowful. The guy he fought at the auditorium the other day, Amane. Acion hated that ideal he held, but considering that not every criminals are rational decision makers, he probably was also a victim of something rough. Kaida, whom he knew was a daughter of some villains, had a rough background too if the premise is true. And then Takeshi, whom he suspected also wasn't any normal students. It really served to invalidate his immersion of the school life that he always imagined.

"Exactly what I meant." As her brother was reflecting silently in the background, Aurelia replied to Takeshi's vow, although it wasn't nearly as impressive as she'd imagined. "That's what a pro hero like you should be saying."

The statement caught Acion's attention, as he looked up at his older sis. No kidding. She didn't think Takeshi would be a pro? But didn't he just say it? That he wasn't trying to pretend differently from the students. The look on her face meant it. She was mistaking something here.

"Sis, he's not a pro." Acion quickly walked over to Aurelia, who was sitting in a chair, whispering quietly to her.

Her first reaction ever was a pair of widened eyes as she looked over. "Really?" She whispered back

"He's my classmate." He replied.

Her next reaction was just a frozen face. "You're serious?"

"Ask any of them if you want clarification." He concluded before straightening himself up.

The Sky Knight leader was in shock as she turned her eyes to Takeshi. Really. Someone who fought like that was actually within the rank of these hotshots. The next generation of heroes seemed to promise a lot. She'd be eager to see whoever she would be recruiting in the next few years.

"Acion, I'll need to talk to you about something." She said, turning to him.

"Then we can go outside. They need some rest." Acion replied, and they both stood up, getting ready to leave. "Alright guys, wishes you all the best. Heal fast." He said, as the two siblings left the hospital room altogether. But right before that, Acion casted a glance over to Roy, reminding him about the talk that he wished to have after all of this.

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The endless sky was turning purple as the sun began to settle in after a day's work. Among the radiant violets, two white silhouette were on a beeline to their respective home. One silhouette with a pair of long white wings, while the others having shorter but tripled that number.

"So what do you wish to talk about earlier?" Seeing the right opportunity, Acion asked.

"About him." She said, meaning Takeshi. "I find it hard to believe that he is your classmate with that fighting ability."

"Believe me this class is crazy. Both in thoughts and power. God bless us getting past this schoolyear without any significant harm done." He shrugged his shoulders.

"But are you thinking like I'm thinking? About him?" She continued.

"Are you telling me about his shady background?" He replied.

"We're in the same wavelength. Yeah. There's no reason for them to target him, his sister and the students at all if he has absolutely no correlations with them." She stated.

"Some of my classmates are that kind of people, I theorize so. I find it weird for them to be joining the hero course."

Boy, her younger brother was still young and naïve...

"Well, if you look harder, you'll know that a lot of people don't always come from a pure white background." She said. "That guy was a special case, but as you interact more, you'll find that some people suffer more than we do to get to where they are now. I'm telling you that to make you realize how lucky we are."

The winged boy just nodded, as he closed his lips tight. And yet they were still striving for something unusual for them to. That said a lot of things.

"So you better become a great hero. Or else."

He chuckled in amusement.

"If you keep showering me with those lectures everyday until graduation, I'd become a great philosopher instead."

"I'm not joking!" She replied strongly before punching him in the hip. "Let me tell you I was one of Komei's top student by the time of graduation. You are gonna have to work twice as hard to be as good as me."

"Yeah sure." He shrugged again. "You're not addressing my argument though."

"Go home and sleep. You aren't becoming a good hero if you don't rest" She bluntly replied. "Oh and send the costume back to me whenever you're free."

"I will." He said as they began to part. "Bye sis."

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Komei seemed to never end with activities even after class was done, though by the time Acion landed at the school's courtyard, things were already beginning to end for the day. Still, there were some people lingering around the area, apparently were busy at their own tasks.

"Hmm, seems like I'll have to wait longer till I can have the training area for myself."

As much as the gym was a good practicing place, he felt the old and traditional style of practice worked more effectively

@pkken@Aerandir

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Aurelia Nakamiji

Acion Nakamiji

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Aurelia only nodded as she silently agreed with him. It was not something to be obligated. They're both professional heroes after all. It is their duty to help each other out and keep each other, and those who couldn't protect themselves, alive for another day. Although she still should make everybody known that she is appreciative of him saving her life there, but she ought not to make this something to be bothering with her work and all.

But then the blonde boy suddenly explode in anger. His rage echoed throughout the entire quiet room, rocking the whole hospital in tremor. Both siblings were in panic. This is a hospital for fuck's sake. There are other people who desperately needed some peace and quiet here.

Aurelia immediately rushed for the door, expecting nurses or doctors to swarm around the room to see what was going on. And damn him if he was wrong...

"It's nothing doctor. Nothing..."

As she tried to drive the curious, and not so friendly, eyes of the doctors and patients away, Acion was also a little angry and panicking at how such mindless act for a split second could affect everyone around. But it wasn't entirely his fault though. Acion was also in that mood a bit while ago. Too he realized how pretentious and arrogant he had been. He couldn't blame his frustration for having to deal with such attitude all the time. But the sudden outburst of emotions were too much here.

"Jesus guys. This is a hospital you know. Everybody needs a rest as much as you do." He said, to Roy mostly trying to break in between the two of them, encouraging each to settle down. "He has a point." He looked over to Roy. "Look at me. Now. I'm not going to lie. I too wished that I had the power to fight them back, so that I did not run away like a little coward back then." He continued, pointing at himself, now looking at everybody else. "Say whatever you want, but I'm not my sister. We're not my sister. Yet. So instead of making yourself looking like someone you are not yet, let's just appreciate that we are alive after all of those predicaments."

He sighed at the end. It was not an easy feeling getting to admit one's own limitations and swallow his own pride. But it is the hard truth. He had two choices: Adapt or die.

His sighs matched exactly his sister's, as she walked back in wiping a sweat off her face. "You guys better behave yourself. I'm not gonna be able to protect you again if you don't." She said before sliding down onto a chair. "Now that you've heard what these two have said, what are you going to do from now on?"

@Aerandir@Riegal@pkken