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「 Persona: Reflections 」

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「 Persona: Reflections 」

@Ambra I missed that bit, sorry. Profile edited, sending it your way.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

I actually prepared a bit in advanced.

Enter Hakuro Kuroda

NAME: Kuroda, Hakuro

AGE: 17

GENDER: Male

ARCANA: Fortune

APPEARANCE:

Kind of like this. It's a good picture, but not quite there. Hakuro is a young man, seemingly of Japanese descent with light skin and short black hair. He is actually from Okinawa, originally, and he has grayish eyes. His build is fairly-average, but he does do alot of running, jumping, and climbing, per his usual outdoor activities that we'll get into later. The odd bruise, bump, or scrape would not be unusual a sight on him, though Hakuro would tell you himself that he could've been alot worse off.

Generally, his attire will be a mix of certain popular styles alongside the decidedly normal and mundane. Hakuro doesn't tend to stick out much on average, despite some decent looks, but that is because the usual thing that draws attention to him is the clothes he wears while traveling around and doing activities for the Hatto Ken Ko-to (Hat-And-Coat) website. He dresses in the hat and coat combo seen on traditional Japanese investigators, especially in shows. It's a theme that he adopted, and so people find him more recognizable when in-character than his normal street clothes.

PERSONALITY:

Hakuro does not live to just be his alter-ego, the traveling Hatto-san, but he has noticed that the eccentric behavior (which he does for fun and content) does tend to draw people in more than his usual self. It's not exactly something he wrestles with. It's more a case of something he's gotten into to alleviate boredom, a bit of harmless escapism. Well...sort of. Let's start at the beginning. When you're a kid and you don't get many permanent friends, you tend to feel isolated from society. The reason why will be explained more in history, but needless to say, Hakuro needed his imagination in overdrive to pass the time. This feeling was what led him to want to travel around and live away from home, reaching out to others, to know many more people and see many more things. He wanted to take it all in while he still had the chance. The eccentric behavior came later, mostly as a laugh, but it led to other things.

For instance, Hakuro tended to use his activities to investigate things around the areas he found himself in. Some of these were harmless, others might've gone a little too far, but no real harm was done. He'd lucked out. The point is that he likes to have his finger on the hub of what's going on, and that means sneaking around, picking up rumors and possible intrigue. He doesn't do anything terrible with it, but he has, on occasion, been the bearer of news, both good and bed. He has also been known to play jokes on others, and is generally giving because the life he leads has him comfortably well-off. Being morally-decent, but sometimes offbeat and up for a laugh, can lead to some strange and amusing situations...which is how he likes it.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:

The reason for it all is quite simple. He was bored. There were other reasons, but boredom was the first to bat because of where he lived and how his life was set to be. Hakuro was born on one of the Okinawan islands, an area which is isolated from the island of Japan and, in fact, any mainland at all. It is a tiny speck on the Southern Hemisphere of the entire world, this island, and it is here that the Kuroda family owns a modest and marginally-successful inn resort. Mainly, it's a place to stay while you take in the beaches and the natural beauty and landscape of the island, but for Hakuro it was just home, as well as work. Fortunately or unfortunately, this place was his inheritance, meaning that once he came fully of age, he would have to run it.

That didn't weigh on him as much as you'd think. Not as a kid. No, as a kid, he began to wonder if the ocean might swallow him up before he got to see much of the world. (Imaginations will do that to you.) Hakuro had to get creative with activities to keep him amused, since the only friends he would have close by was any of the few people actually living on this island...and, of course, guests. That didn't leave him with much, but as his parents tended to notice these effects on him, they agreed to help him out. Once he was old enough to travel on his own, he could explore Japan and take in all the things that he was missing. As a rule, he had to keep up his education, though, and he couldn't put himself in financial debt, which includes bad trouble with the police.

It was one particular train trip, where he was in a hat and trenchcoat, that another passenger asked him what he was doing. He said "I'm traveling incognito.", to which the passenger replied "No you're not. You're traveling in hat-and-coat." as a joke, and they just got to talking during the ride. This led Hakuro to believe that this breakout journey for himself could be shared by others. They might find it entertaining. Why not? He did. So began the Hatto Ken Ko-to website, or The Traveling Hatto-san, as some fans called him. His antics as a character in video and podcast became...known. He wasn't super popular, but he had followers, people who enjoyed themselves. That was all well and done, of course, but he DID need a central area to continue his education.

This is where he entered the Fujihama area. It was small, relaxing, and out of the way. When he removed the hat and the coat, he wasn't recognizable because he seemed normal-looking without it. He arrived in town about a year before our current events, so Hakuro has been established as someone around town, though he spends time traveling up and down the train lines, sometimes, or catching a ride somewhere. It's his thing, just as rumormongering is his thing. He is one of the people who saved a recording of the Prime Minister's death, and every now and then, he puts his mind to it. What happened to him? Was he ragged because of something that was done to him? Or was this degenration something natural to HIM? Like with his travels and his other investigations, Hakuro wanted to know.

TRIVIA: Hakuro tends to equip himself like some sort of private eye. No gun, but a pen, notepad, cellphone for recording, and the like are usually on his person for these things. Another item he carries with him is an American quarter dropped by a tourist. He prefers to flip a coin whenever a decision that isn't easily resolved crosses his path, and just abides by the toss accordingly. It's quicker that way. He has an internet fan following of a few thousand people who like his exploits, as well, and...he doesn't like spiders.

OTHER: Hakuro has a VERY long contact list. His activities put him in contact with alot of people, here and there. Sometimes, when you need something, he might know someone to call.

Also, I could have any number of cool themes for Hakuro in general. I don't want to be stapled down to one. But for battles, I like to make this one as his default.

Persona RP! [Based on Persona 5]

If I go for this, I would like to reserve Fortune. It's time to dust off the Hatto-san...

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

NERO KAYAKOS

Sometimes, it seems like it takes forever to get anything done.

He got into this whole thing to take some revenge, turn everything back on the Ascendancy and make Earth lose more than face for the war. The right people didn't die, and they needed it badly. That was Nero's goal, in the end. He had a list of names, and that's all he really cared about. Sometimes, he memorized a few extra names to that list, but he was alot more interested in taking them down. Moonstrike seemed like a good way to get started, but they were getting stalled. With this blow to their group and people going off to help those closest to them... What a pain in the ass.

Inside his room, Nero lay back on his bed, listening to the music on his player while he stared lazily up at the ceiling. Every time he thought about the situations breaking off bits and pieces of their group, he got a little more frustrated. The only people he could depend upon, and they couldn't stay the course. He grumbled to himself in frustration.

Family... What good has family ever been? If they were worth anything, they wouldn't subject you to this shit in the first place.

He held up his hand, and recited the names to himself, activating the Black Spot for just a second to see if he had any bearing on those he wanted to kill. Everybody else seemed a little lost, while he remained focused on what was important, or at least what was important to him. He didn't speak any of the names of Squad 0 because they apparently had the means to get a bead on him, and that wasn't good. Nero wasn't gonna be the cause of yet another spanner in the works. Speaking of which, a meeting was soon called by the Captain, except it wasn't the Captain. It was Joey Shitburger, the interloper who probably made it very easy to decide whether people should go or not by being a smarmy pain in the ass. What followed, though, was unexpected...

First of all, the damn unnecessary punishment was lifted. Good start, considering the fact that they had worse things to handle now. Joey's personal outing of Nero's activities in defiance of that punishment was met with a 'Fuck you too.' smile as he let the blondy try and get out of the hole he'd been digging. Admitting he'd failed like he was obviously going to fail wasn't bad either. What they needed, after that fiasco on the station, was someone backing up the various marines and trying to stick it immediately to those really responsible, like all those suspicious characters that were met that day. Nero could still feel the weird feeling of that other shadow user that attacked him. The next part was a blank-slate order to drop the shipwide hostilities. Not that there'd been any overt attacks, but harsh words and undermining of authority HAD occurred, obviously.

"Tch... Come on, if I was really angry, you know I'd just kill you."

And he meant it, too. The fact is that Joey never really made the list. Oh, he was tempted, but it'd be counter-productive to cause shipwide drama of that scale over what that jackass was pulling. So, Nero hadn't been planning anything unless he had good reason to leave the Xuanxang. Because, despite all that'd been going on, it was still better than his time in the Ascendancy. The meeting moved on to reveal that one part of their last discussion - Shineyd - had been freed, and that this newcomer would be arriving herself at some point, probably in line with their modified plan. There were several parts of it, the part that Nero was focused on was that of hunting down the pirates. Yeah, there could be a great deal of use for him in the section involving the Tipper, but what Nero wanted to do was follow in the footsteps of one Doomish Slayer Guy...and Rip And Tear.

The Anonymous Tipper mission and the Civil War mission were of no import to him, only the pirate mission, and the fact that there was probably gonna be a trap laid of some kind that they couldn't afford to be sprung on them. THAT was where he would come in, to find out what it was, provide the escape route, to thwart it, etc. He knew traps. He'd seen a million of 'em in the war and pretended to spring them in order to lure out the enemy and kill 'em. Pirates were clever, but he was about to 'Out-Arrr' those mateys! The only other thing in the meeting of any importance was the part about search-and-rescue for any family members, the reason some of their team left already. Nero had only one thing to say about that.

"Well, I don't have any family, so if you see anyone claiming to be mine, it's a trap and you'd better kill them immediately."

This was so nobody accidentally rescued whoever might claim to be his parents. If they were alive, they could kill 'em and he wouldn't have to worry about ever hearing from those assholes. It'd be hilarious if they thought they were gonna be spared, and then he outed them as spies and had them shot! Nero chuckled at the thought as the meeting was adjourned, and he was about to go off and prepare when he heard Nirrti - their independent battle machine - speak up suddenly. The request suddenly gave him an idea, and he said "Hold on a second! I got something!" before running off very rapidly towards their armory before coming back with the Plasma Flamethrower. The back-mounted tank, the industrial-grade hose, and the rifle-like output was probably not perfect, but modifications could be made, right?

"Try this. I pulled it off of some die-hard merc when we were on board an enemy ship. I like it, but it's not that useful to me on a mission."

It's about as anti-shadow-stealth as you can get, so he figured that a combat machine like Nirrti would make MUCH better use of it. And once they were all prepared, Nero would be heading off on his pirate adventure!

Rise of the New Heroes

@Zapdos

It's alright, man. I didn't have the particular type of character you wanted on standby because I was essentially trying to scratch a very particular itch that doesn't quite fit in here. Sometimes, you feel the need to give certain ideas, themes, or characters exercise if you haven't used 'em lately, and that's basically what I was feeling. It has little to do with trying to outshine anyone because I was just trying to plug in characters I'd already designed and see if they worked or not. For reasons that are valid for your RP, though, they do not, and that's fine. You guys have fun.

Rise of the New Heroes

@Zapdos

Here. Try this on for size.

Allen Forscythe

Name: Allen Forscythe

Hero Name: Hmmm... 'Electric Pokemon'? Naaah. He's actually having trouble coming up with one. Best idea he's had so far is 'Discord', and he hates it.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Family: The Mad Baron (Father), Angela Forscythe (Mother), Daryl Forcen (Uncle)

Occupation: Computer Tech Support, Local College

Appearance:

He stands a little under six-foot in height, not a terribly athletic or strong build, but he's at least physically fit. He could run a good clip and do an honest day's work, but don't expect any miracles without consequences. No particular scars or tattoos or marks that would single him out. He seems fairly normal by looks, although you'd have to throw 'handsome' in there, somewhere. Allen has a decent face with sharp eyes and a strong chin. He's Caucasian, and his eyes are dark brown with his styled-back hair is a lighter shade of brown. He actually looks like a show-off, but it's more in his nature to be low-key.

Allen's preferred attire is that of a pair of jeans (classic blue, gray, or black), a normal everyday shirt (collared or not) of any color that doesn't stand out too much or a funny t-shirt if he's feeling like he doesn't need to blend in (or perhaps if looking outlandish would actually help the situation). Complementing this, he has a nice dark longcoat that reaches his knees that is leather, reinforced, and has quite a few pockets for just having handy stuff around. His shoes are usually just ordinary sneakers, often brand-new because his power may've destroyed the old ones.

Apart from that, the only other things of note is that sometimes Allen needs reading glasses, he also has a campus employee uniform, and no super suit at this time. (This part is subject to change.)

Personality:

Allen Forscythe is a decently nice guy who speaks with a smooth Pierce Brosnan-like accent. He generally tries to maintain a certain calm about his person, largely twofold in reasoning. The first is that he knows that a panic never solves anything...unless a panic is exactly what diverts somebody from catching onto you. And before you ask, this is not because he's inherently a dishonest guy. Quite the opposite, in fact. His moral fiber is rather strong...as he is trying to distance himself from his father, a man whose real name is known only by few, but everybody else calls him The Mad Baron, or the Lord of Maniacs, or any number other titles. We'll get to that part later, but suffice it to say, Allen is often paranoids that he is being watched, followed, and that something will lash out at him if he's not careful.

It was always a problem in the first place, knowing that severe tragedies and calamities were caused by a man who plays by randomosity as a rule, who sees every person as an opportunity and every opportunity to create disaster 'Anytime, Anywhere, without warning'. It drives a young man to live in fear, even after the witness protection program. So, while Allen belies a calm exterior, inside...he's a worrier. Not to the point of indecision. It's more like he knows that he's going to have to do something he's not gonna like, and by god it'd better turn out good! Still, this continuous 'Waiting for the other shoe to drop' mentality is largely on the backburner, causing him to sympathize with those who are in dire straits, are haunted by stuff, or just have general regrets. He tries to help out, and keep on keeping on.

Superpower: Catastrophe

This is a power that affects the physical world around Allen in a rather chaotic manner. It initiates by touch, and this can react with air as much as solids or liquids, probably even energy, given its function. You see, on the molecular level (or maybe even below that), Allen can send a charge through anything he's coming in contact with. This charge excites the all the atoms and particles around him as they're given an energy they basically can't handle, so they go wild. The most-common effect of this is that something solid may explode, or the air may ignite in his vicinity. It can effectively radiate out from his body, and does not destroy any part of his body in the process, but unfortunately he had to work really hard not to destroy his clothes after a few uhhh...wardrobe malfunctions.

This power is essentially some sort of Ergokinesis that starts from his body and works out. It's definitely a manipulation of forces which can continue further on from his body, as during his attempts not to destroy everything he touches with his skin, Allen discovered that his frustration or heavy emotions can cause a cascade effect. It has taken him time and effort not to be a walking hazard who can't even keep clothing on himself, and as of now has severely hampered himself by making sure that ANY inkling of power comes from him will be from his hands or feet. The point is that this energy can overcharge molecular structure at will, and can potentially be SHAPED charges made to alter the terrain or the air or whatever's around him, but it's REALLY difficult to control and anything that he DOES change will probably look like magma's running through it from all the heat friction.

Skills:

Tech Support - Allen went to college to complete his education, become an expert at computer software and hardware, and raise money for himself and his mother.

Chemistry - His uncle is a highly-skilled chemist with a romantic notion of being an Alchemist. Due to his influence on Allen's life, Allen has a minor in the area along with the physical sciences.

I Know How You Feel - People under pressure tend to feel better after talking with Allen because he's been there before and he genuinely tries to help other people with a sympathetic ear and a calming demeanor.

Equipment:

Wallet, keys, cellphone, pen, notepad, bluetooth earphones, and other extremely common items.

(Nothing special at this time.)

Biography:

IT COULD HAPPEN ANYWHERE,
TO ANYONE, AT ANY TIME.
THINK ABOUT IT.

It all started with a fire.

At the age of ten, Daryl Forcen watched his house burn down, standing alongside his parents, with no sign of his brother. They knew for sure that he had done it, though, because the two of them had had a particularly nasty row, and the exchange made the older brother go into an astonishing (and concerning) sort of quiet. He should've looked into that, found out what he was thinking. If he'd know that he was going to go and resort to this... The only indicator of what the other boy would do now was a message written with kerosine about how things could happen anytime and anywhere. Daryl blamed himself, but there was nothing he could do at the age of ten and certainly not much more as his life went on, and his brother - or at least, what he was fairly certain had been his brother - became a part of the criminal underground, expounding a philosophy of no control and playing to no rule or authority. It made him quite notorious, as that man soon took on this faux aristocratic edge out here in the UK. He began to be known as The Mad Baron, when he remembered to call himself any name at all. No records of the man's identity existed anymore. He burnt down any establishment that could attach him to a name, and those he did for fun. When he got nasty, then things got pretty terrible for people in general.

The Baron was heavily secretive and had a habit of laying many traps or using people who were clinically insane (and disposable) as henchmen. In a world of superheroes, he was the unpowered mastermind who used madness as his calling card. Before the virus, there was even a nemesis who kept him in check, The Dapper Dwarf, but alas...that man is no more, these days. That's a moment in the present, though. We're still in the past. This man runs a criminal organization by the seat of his pants, and thus he sometimes goes through quite a few people. But sometimes, you get a few very skilled people on your side. The Baron kept his numbers up sometimes by taking people and 'reprogramming' them. That is, he would break their wills with severe methods of persuasion that ended up loosening the mind. One henchwoman in particular had been a normal person once, but then she got Stockholm Syndrome and served his needs as the organization's 'cleaner', the one who goes out and disposes of people who are loose ends, eliminates evidence, etc. This woman had another name at the time. Later on, she would come to be known as Angela Forscythe.

The soon-to-be Angela had taken it upon herself to actually start a relationship with the Baron, and as a result would conceive a child. When this news reached her, a small part of her mind - way in the back - said "LEAVE!". It took some time for that voice to be heard, but with every act she witnessed...or indeed committed...she heard it, again and again. Eventually, she chose her mind to vanish and turn herself over to the police. She was a wreck kept in check by hallucinagenics and manipulation, not at all herself, so her confession would absolve her of the crimes, provided she went into rehabilitation. It was a difficult process, but she would do it...for her son. With this going on, police and every hero authority at the time attempted to use the information given to try and capture the Baron, but to no avail. He packed in his finest assets, let his lower flunkies take the fall, and disappeared.

Time passed, and the boy that was to be Allen grew, usually being doted on by or helping out his mother. She was recovering herself, but it was a difficult process. His uncle helped out, but years later - and as certain disturbing murmurs began to circulate in the criminal underground that the Baron was re-establishing himself - his mother had a bad moment where she was overjoyed to be hearing from his father. It was a Stockholm relapse, and a terrible omen. He was coming to get them... Going immediately to his uncle's place, he begged the man to help him hide, and Daryl helped him...by working with the authorities to put him and his mother through a witness protection program. The newly-christened Angela Forscythe needed more therapy, and the young Allen Forscythe was going to college, to a place called Lafayette City to study abroad.

You have to understand how stressful a thing this can be, but once Allen was out of the country, he felt alot better. He wasn't too pleased by the fact that his father had not been caught. (The man sent after Allen and his mother was a man dressed convincingly as the Baron as a decoy.) Still, he had to get on with his life despite this, or it would never get anywhere at all... The day the superheroes started dying, though, made him especially wary. There were men like the Mad Baron all throughout the world, or at the very least saner ones. With all supers dying out, the world would become strangely less interesting, but potentially more dangerous. The reins were completely off now. Allen suspected that his father actually planned this, but there was no proof of that. Still, none of this compared to the day of the meteor.

It was all over the news, of course. You all saw it. Half the world saw it. Apart from the Superdeath, it had to be the most shocking thing to occur lately, in this region or ANY region. Allen saw it, and somehow it just put him on edge. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he thought that perhaps HE would wanna look into it. Whether that happened or not, he didn't know, but life decided that it was going to throw him another curveball, as - on his day off, thank god - one morning, without warning, Allen's clothing exploded. Yes, it came as quite a shock to him too! It was this sudden burst of a semi-transparent energy that caused every clothing he wore to rip, tear, and burn up violently, as well as the air to whip around, and part of the carpet to catch fire. He almost went into a panic, right then, as he felt some kind of energy surging around inside of him that seemed to spare no molecule - air or otherwise - on its way to overcharging things!

He didn't solve this in a day. He had to call off alot of days and make a half dozen excuses while he tried to get a handle on this thing. He had to get it to STOP and STAY STOPPED, or else he'd never be able to get anything done, let alone walk outside. It cost him a fair amount of wardrobe, two rugs, half his utensils, and a few other odds and ends until he finally got himself to stop destroying everything around him at random. He had found - for all intents and purposes - the mental Off Button. He didn't even know that anything like this was happening to anybody else. It was just one long slew of 'No, don't do that!' just to be able to keep it underwraps, and he was STILL blasting off the odd shoe! Nevertheless, it seemed that he had somehow gained something that probably should've killed him in more ways than one, and that was super powers. But...well...with all that said and done, and knowing that this was a mess to behold by anyone sane or not, NOW WHAT?

Anything Else: Stuff involving Allen's father is optional. He's quite brilliant, and also quite insane.

Rise of the New Heroes

@Zapdos

I'll read, I'll write, and we'll see.

Rise of the New Heroes

@Zapdos

Is it too late now, or can I pull out another? I've got the son of a villain mastermind (The villain has no powers. He's just mad.) who might work.

Rise of the New Heroes

@Zapdos

Heyo! Pretty tempted here, but what I want to put in here may or may not work, because of the plot of the virus crossed with this has alot to do with time. A while back (I don't exactly remember when.), I started experimenting with a character whose life in crime-fighting was an experiment of the practical ups-and-downs of having time-related powers. (It was inspired by The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, among other things.) That was how I came to make Chronos, and then I made not only her alternate self (Timekiller), but a slew of other characters that were essentially the same person with somewhat-differently-nuanced time abilities and skills, each one hailing from another timeline where things are radically different. Because of the virus that killed off the supers, the time-related hero of this universe would've been killed, as well. So, unless you'd allow this one to have managed to use her power to 'skip' the virus, I dunno if I can use this one.

I could probably come up with something else, though, if we're lacking a particular dynamic. Let me know!