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Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

Life is a Cabaret, Old Chum

Name:

Victor Lafayette

Arcana:

Emperor

Birthday:

May 7th, 16 years old

Appearance:

Stands about at 5'10" with a rather lean, athletic body that is demanded from someone that performs in theater. Victor has fair skin paired with icy grayish-blue eyes and tousled, wavy black hair that reaches the bottom of his neck. He stands with confidence and walks with grace and poise, always flashing a Hollywood worthy grin to those around him.
His uniform is fairly standard except he wears a black turtleneck underneath the blazer and changed the buttons around cuffs of the jacket with silver cufflinks. He does wear matching silver piercings that he does remove when on stage and a very expensive looking watch that has a black strap and an intricate silver coated metal work that has his surname engraved.

Reputation:

Victor is the darling of the drama club. He has had every leading role and justifiably so as no one can deny his prowess as an actor. Every time he is on stage, he simply commands the audience's attention with little effort. His accomplishments within the drama club far outweigh his academic achievements though he is just about average in that regard. Social, friendly, and charming, Victor is in what people would call the popular crowd though he has been known to be quite kind to those that others would claim to be of a lower social standing. This has led to people either thinking that he is a kind sort or just a faker trying to improve his image around the school. Also, people tend to suck up to him due to strong his connections to the film and theater industry.

However, he also has a reputation for being rather intense and serious when it comes to the stage. Some would call him a perfectionist while others would call him a control freak. Victor demands the best from everyone and gets visibly agitated when people think that the stage is a place where people can fool around. There are rumors that he once uncharacteristically slugged one of the other actors once though it was never proven, nor could they ever figure out why if it the rumor was true.

Background:

Victor Lafayette is the product of the famous French actor Jean Lafayette's second marriage to his current wife and American actress, Michelle Decatur. Growing up, he typically did not see his parents often due to them being away for their jobs so he and his half-sister, Bianca, were mainly taken care by servants back home in Marseille, a coastal city in France. It was rare for his parents to actually be home. Half the time when school was out, his time was split between being in various countries where his parents were for work though it was typically America. Oddly enough, he was never lonely. It was worth it to see his parents work their magic with every performance. They were what inspired him to take on acting.

The apple surely did not fall far from the tree. Victor was the full package; he could dance, sing, and of course, act, but he had a charisma that was so reminiscent of his mother and father. There were great expectations from the people around him, expectations that he always met without fail, but he still was just a kid. He was prone to anxiety and stage fright just like everyone else. His mother was understanding and proud of him, often making a flight back home to watch his school performances, but his father was another story. Nothing Victor did was ever enough for him and the mere fact that his son dared to have any nervousness disgusted him. Not once had he ever told his son that he was proud of him and had never been to a single one of the shows his son had been in.

That was until Victor's final year of middle school. For the first time ever, his father arrived to watch the school production of the Stephen Sondheim musical, Company, where Victor had the lead role. All he wanted was to make his father proud, to be acknowledged by him and that coupled by the stress and anxiety he had and... He choked. In the middle of his performance, he forgot his lines. His mind went completely blank. Of course, he was able to recover as the show must go on. After the show, his father said nothing to him, but the anger, shame, and embarrassment was palpable.

Perhaps that was the catalyst for what happened next. Victor, in desperation to gain any sort of affirmation from his father, decided to play the role as the spitting image of what he thought his father wanted him to be. The perfect actor that did not settle for less, someone always shone like the sun. Everything else was useless. This is the life he decided to lead when he entered Harbour Academy and quickly became one of the most prominent members of its drama club. It's ironic though. The boy could express every emotion of the characters he played as except his own. Perhaps the tides of fate will change that?

Misc. :

Moules mariniere is his favorite dish. This will now come back to hurt him.
He can play the piano. A helpful skill for when he needs to accompany himself and practice for musicals.
He is very good at accents.
Speaks both English and French fluently.
Besides watching movies and stage plays, his hobbies are gaming and reading.
Will make references to movies and stage plays. It is inevitable.
His sister is a graduate from Harbour Academy.

Weapon:

A rapier. What's a self-respecting, swashbuckling pirate without a sword?

Persona:

Edmond Dantes- A being based on the protagonist of Alexander Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. Edmond was sailor framed for a crime he did not commit by those jealous of him and as a result becomes a bitter and fueled by vengeance that lasted for decades. He takes on many aliases though most famously is known as the eponymous title of the book, The Count of Monte Cristo.

This persona stands as a tall, imposing figure. It wears a cloak of shadow that move like waves that when crashing, disperses like ink in water though the interior of it is a geometric pattern of red, purple, and gold. Beneath the cloak, it wears a red suit with black buttons, a white cravat, black gloves, and black riding boots with unusually high, pointy heels. On its head it wears a black top hat and, on its face, it wears a white mask that reveals on its mouth. Its skin seems to be a purple hue and its hair is black and slicked back.

It wields a golden walking cane that is intricately carved with fine engravings befitting of a gentleman of great wealth.

Moveset:

Edmond Dantes specializes in curse skills and melee skills. As a being of vengeance and someone with great knowledge of poisons, he can debuff his enemies

@hatakekuro

Very good, but also you didn't have to go to that much effort.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

All those rich kids and nobody to scam them out of their hard-worked money?

Ok he doesn't really scam all that much, only those too stupid to realize it.

From South America to the World

Name:

Orlando Pedrosa Da Silva

Arcana:

Devil

Birthday:

July 6th

Appearance:

Orlando stands at a noticeable 6 feet tall, which, combined with his olive complexion and green eyes, makes him stand out among his peers. Always with a smile on his face, onlookers might describe him as a sunny individual, but if one were to look closer, they would see loathing hiding in his eyes.

His love of capoeira has led Orlando to possess a strong core and lower body, although not one that could be defined as "ripped" by any means of the word. Nevertheless, when he's not using the school uniform, he prefers swimmers trunks and Hawaiian shirts, but doesn't have any preference outside of that, combining colours and attires in a way that someone with an eye for fashion might get offended for it. The only constant in his clothes is that each one has at least two to three pockets in it.

Reputation:

For the majority of the school, Orlando is clearly the guy who knows a guy. The number of that cute drama girl, the favourite food of that hot jock or even the answers of that hellish maths test, he can get it for you... if you have the money that is. Such a reputation is not one easily earned, and Orlando has worked hard for it: slowly becoming acquaintances with people from all over the school, doing small favours for free and gaining the right contacts, it would not be wrong to say his name is the first one that comes to mind when you have a problem that requires some bending of the rules to resolve.

Yet asks any of his peers something about him and the most they would be able to say is that he's from Brazil and that he's in the school with a scholarship. An observant person would notice that in truth, if he already got what he wanted from someone, he will use excuses like "too much homework" to avoid spending more time with that student, until he has a need for that particular person again that is.

Yet even taking that into consideration, his exotic looks, natural charisma and services he offers has made him somehow of a celebrity in school, something he is well aware of and isn't afraid to use in his favour.

Background:

Growing up in the claustrophobic, maze-likes favelas of Brazil teaches kids from early age a few hard-hitting lessons: never get attached to your neighbours, never ask too many questions and always look out for yourself. While Orlando was fortunate enough to avoid the truly dangerous part of that life, he still had to work since early age to help the economy of his household.

One of the few moments of respite and happiness in his life was the carnaval, a truly tremendous celebration of Brazil history and culture, and a place where Orlando could show off his passion: capoeira. Each year he would get better and better at it, using the martial dance as an outlet and a way of expressing himself and his life. It would seems God smiled on him, as one his performances got uploaded on the internet, where in gathered a respectable amount of views, and an opportunity of a lifetime: a scholarship at the exclusive Harbour Academy.

After much debate and only after earnestly promising his family he would come back and get them out of there, Orlando embarked 6 months before classes officially started, to not only learn the language but to acclimate to a foreign land and get a very intensive course to get him at a somehow respectable academy level. The little free time he had he used to sharpen his craft and earn as much money as he could to send to his family. Due to how the exchange rates worked, even spare change could make a difference, and those rich kids he would study with never wanted from anything. Wealthy and pampered, he was sure he could make quick bucks out of them: sell favours to those who looked like they could give him troubles, and rip off the spoiled idiots who didn't knew better.

And so the semester started, and with it Orlando's plan.

Misc. :

Part of the Arts program.

Is familiar with most of the staff in the school, knows their name and helps them in occasions.

Always has a variety of spices with him. Thinks English cuisine, while good, is sorely lacking in condiment.

Has a heavy accent and tends to utilize Brazilian words when he doesn't know how to say something in English, but also tends to overdo it to maintain an affable image.

Is not afraid to scam a fellow student if he thinks it will not be traced to him. Has done it in the past.

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Weapon:

A pair of heavy steel cap boots.

Persona: Odysseus

A greek hero best known for his guile and wits, qualities that saved him a number of times in his 10 year journey back to home after the Trojan War. Yet if it wasn't for his pride, many of his problems could have been avoided.

Moveset:

A Persona specialized in both close combat and using the strength of his enemies against them in the form of status ailments. If the situation were to call for it, he can also utilize a bit of wind magic, but it's obviously not his forte.

@DarckLeon

He looks like Captain Kirk.

Not necessarily a bad thing.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

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What is it about Fate that attracts the worst people lmao

@TGM

They said anime, not gatcha games.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

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we have a creature in mind (fairly easy to guess given the theme)

@Aviaire

If it's a flipping seagull...

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

At least in Persona 3, we have Koromaru.

@AThousandCurses

I miss his adorable face.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

NGL. Kinda surprised no one tried to app Moby Dick as a persona. What arcana would it be anyways?

@AThousandCurses

In general, you might say Temperence because alot of beasts show up there, but you could make different arguments, I suppose. The Tower because his presence brings ruin, The Hermit because it's an isolated whale, Strength because...it's a whale. Anything's possible.

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Personally, I'm surprised and a little sad no one (so far) took Nessie :(

@Aviaire

Nessie would have to be The Hermit, given its elusive nature, and so if whoever took that arcana wanted to go a different route, it'd be hard for somebody else to justify it.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

They said I could try out, so...I am.

Alisha Tsume

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INFORMATION>>>>>

Name:

Alisha Tsume

Arcana:

The Chariot

Birthday:

July 31st

Appearance:

The above picture is not exactly how she dresses. Prefers casual attire, shirts and pants, and NEVER a dress or a skirt. Tends to favor the high boots and fingerless gloves, though. As for the uniform. Rule #1 is, of course, always pants. She never tucks, wears a black blazer over the shirt if she doesn't like the color, and prefers to keep the fingerless gloves on. Why? Well, there is one thing about that... On the palm of Alisha's left hand is a scar that looks like a cut that healed several years ago.

Personality:

The cut isn't what you think it is, but it is a subject of some embarrassment, and Alisha tends to not discuss what embarrasses her. In fact, it's ultimately more likely that she'll get aggressive over such things. Alisha is a very driven, 'Don't have time for that. I'm busy.', girl when she's in a mood. Not always like that, but her patience comes at a premium. The more you discuss a topic and make very little headway, the more inclined she is to take some sort of action for people who can't make up their mind. The funny thing is that when unangered, Alisha is very chill and friendly, a very outgoing - if cocky - sort of person.

Reputation:

Well, her appearance was kind of a last-minute thing, and the enrollment clearly had some money thrown at it, so people wonder if she's kind of spoiled, the way she might strut around, sometimes. It IS possible, since her father owns a fairly-large business...

Background:

When we say a large business, we mean that Tsume Industries is one of the better go-to corporations for materials and whatnot. They are a heavy provider of your handywork essentials, such as the nuts and bolts, wingnuts and washers, nails and screws, and also the things you generally use them on. Alisha's father (Hikaru Tsume) is the CEO, and he is heavily depressed. They've both has a loss in the family - his wife, her mother - Elektra Tsume. It's far beyond the mourning period, and Hikaru just can't see the light, though Alisha tries. It's left them both distanced, and the company has been suffering due to a lack of leadership. With prosperity on the line and a constant worry that her father will drive himself into a deep dark pit until he dies, Alisha asks to enroll in an unusual academy to pick her less-than-skilled-in-anything-business self up by the bootstraps and figure something out for them both.

Misc:

Alisha is half Greek and half Japanese. She has had and can cook some of their cuisine, and can cook in general, but it's mainly for nostalgia. Her favorite food is spicy, but she also likes sweet snacks. Combining the two is a slice of heaven for her. When agitated and she needs to think, Alisha will look for something to beat up, possibly causing it to break.

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PERSONA>>>>>

Weapon:

Claw Weapons. Could be tekko-kagi, could be climber's hooks, could be katars. If it is able to be put in her hands and made to tear in a claw-like fashion, it is her kind of weapon.

Persona:

Alisha summons Alecto, one of the Furies, also known as the Unceasing Fury. They are, all of them, described as harpy-like creatures, often clothed in wreaths of snakes or scorpions. The above interpretation is by Genzoman. He is awesome, and I will be using his picture for reference. The Furies (or Erinyes) are personified creatures of vengeance, often equated to harpies, but much MUCH worse. They are the punishment of the gods, and Alecto in particular is one who not only tears foes limb from limb, but delivers madness to those before her.

Now, as an Initial Persona, Alisha summons one of them, but if she reaches an Ultimate Persona, she'll be calling on all of them. Alecto, Megara, and Tisiphone represent the most notorious of the Furies, and they will act as one (similar to summoning the Norn, which is actually three entities).

Moveset:

Most skills will be Physical and punishing, with some of the attacks conveying a Bad Status effect, assuming we're doing that here. (If we're not, don't worry about it.) Alecto will start out with single target and branch out into multi-target Physical attacks, a very battle-oriented Persona. If she gains control of the Furies, ALL of the Physical attacks will be multi-target, and there may be some Wind attacks from the sheer wingflappage.

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

NERO KAYAKOS

So...as things went on, their little discussion had hit upon the idea that if the pirates had any sense at all, they'd be using a little shuttle in any place that was civilized, not their main pirate vessel. And that's as maybe, considering that they were out here on a little tugboat to take them basically unawares. Then, there was the comment that pirates were just bad assassins, and this might've erupted into an actual argument if Ki'Tlex hadn't made a comment that just made Nero bust out laughing.

"Oh no! An assassin who's killed people on their own side is bad!"

Take it from his perspective for a moment: Nero had never been on the Ascendancy's side. They forced him through this mess they called a war, and he'd killed a number of people who rubbed him the wrong way or that he simply didn't give a damn about, so he let them die at the very least. Now, after the Rau've had been technically good hosts after capture, they were all fighting against the Ascendancy, big time, since...you know...they were always the bad guys. But anyway, planning continued because there wasn't much else to do around here, and since Nero didn't hate anybody on this boat, he wasn't planning on stuffing anybody in a ventilation shaft.

But then...disaster. A message sent to their ship, along with news of apparently civil war, the mission had been called off. The pirates had been 'dealt with', which could've meant they fled or were killed or anything. This immediately put Nero in a bad mood, making one of the access panels at the rear of the ship the sufferer of the end of his boot.

"Goddamn fucking kill-stealing bastards! I just wanted to stick it to those assholes for making life shitty for us, and now we don't have that! Can't even get a simple mission without something going wrong!"

This went on for a bit, at least until someone reminded him that announcements of whole planets going up in arms to attack the Ascendancy meant that he'd be seeing the most serious action he'd been in since the last war. That would probably calm him down.

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From The Field...

The message regarding the pirates had to come from somewhere, of course, and who better to tell that little ship to get back and regroup than those who had done the deed, and now stood with among the dead? It was hard to tell if they got 'em all. Probably not, but you could definitely say for certain that this particular group of pirates was done for, a glorious mess of blood and bodies. She watched the message go out on her Omnitool while the others checked things out, one hand still wielding a very heavy blade while other implements of gory destruction remained on her back. She read the message again, their rebel band's marching orders, and let off a vicious grin.

"He'll hate it. It will absolutely infuriate him. But he'll love it, after that."

Mary, the Berserker of Squad 0, was like an incarnation of war. They had seen a temper and a lack of restraint in her, and they decided 'Let's run with it', creating the war child that grew to be this dark-haired killing machine with eyes like fire and a delight in pushing forwards into combat and coming out the other end covered in blood that was not her own. She didn't care about the Ascendancy and its politics, only the glorious sensation of battle, the delightful sounds of flesh ripping and bones crunching in her ears, and the freedom to just cut loose and think of nothing...but kill.

You can see, then, why she saw something in another, saw such potential and...kinship...in another among the squads. He was perfection. He hated the war, but instead of making him a whining coward, he exceeded expectation and killed every single person who ever crossed him, taunting them all the way. It was keen workmanship too, such skill with so small a blade... She was hardly sloppy with her own weapons, but it always impressed to see him slip in and out of danger like water. That was why it actually hurt when they had to betray the other squads, the other marines. Most of them were nothing to her, but Nero... She'd told Crowley they shouldn't have left him, that he had a place among them.

That corpse, Ophelia, agreed, but that's because she wanted to possess him, keep him like a pet. Pathetic... May as well try to own fire, but that witch muttered about the boy at every opportunity, and if she thought for one minute that she was going to take him away- ...No. Not now. Not like this. This was a good day. They could finally show their faces again, and some of them might even understand. Nero would, because what he wanted was the same exact thing she hungered for. And in her secret dreams, she would be by his side as they happily killed everyone on Earth...

Not so unrealistic as that, of course. War is coming, Nero. They'll look on in envy as we carve the battlefield apart, and then we can take our time putting them all out of their misery...

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Hakuro Kuroda

Elsewhere...

"I warn you, brother. To not contend with forces you cannot understand. Make peace with your ills and repent thy deeds. It is only a matter of time before they catch up to you."

The figure stood away from the lantern light, symbolically cast away from all that is good and proper. He waited for this very line, and turned with sudden ferocity towards the light, turning against the light, as it were.

"My works are my own, and my family need not concern themselves! What have I, a great warrior to fear from this thing? I swear to you, I shall conquer it as all things!"

He was taken aback, but as he was the man's brother, he dared press on.

"But this is no ordinary threat. Even you must see it by now. The black fortune, the sounds of some creature, even now stalking towards you..."

There was the sound of growling in the backdrop. It had been worked on considerably to sound decent enough for the play. Yes, play. This was the Drama Club room, and they were going through one of the latter scenes of a three-act script, in which a man - a samurai - is haunted by the deeds of his past and is thoroughly unrepentent. As a result, a creature had been stirred by all the woes and sorrow against him, one which had formed from his beloved pet. Even now, the growling began to sound more...cat-like. The male lead - Hakuro's friend, Roshi - pushed Hakuro back now, forcing him to drop the lantern - a prop they rigged with a false flickery flame that they could turn off remotely - and cause the light to falter.

"Away with you! I face my demons alone! Come out, beast! Come out, and face your master!"

"Aaand done! Okay, this is good. We still need to make the monster, and I know that it's going to be difficult, but I know we can do it."

This was an idea that the Drama Club head had had last year with members, back when he was just a member. Since he had been put in charge this year, he'd been working on a script over the summer, and was proofing it out now with the others. Hakuro was the main supporting lead while Roshi, probably the best actor in the group, was the main role. Both had been in costume from a previous play still stored in this place, and the backdrop had been a sheet, but there was great confidence that this would work out. People love a horror tale, although some people wanted to do the Shakespearean tragedy that was the Legacy of Kain game series. A good tale, and well-written AS play, but very confusing. All that time travel...

At this stage, though, the hour groweth late, and they needed to clean up and get home. Here, there was the problem. In their enthusiasm, they'd run a bit long, and several of the members needed to go NOW. In a sudden solution to this, Hakuro held up his hand and said "No problem. I've got this. My hat is at your service.". This was met with uncertainty, but he said he had no other plans, so he'd do it. The others thanked him, and they were off. Truth be told, there wasn't much else for him to do today. In fact, as his investigations were starting to get into his head, he thought of taking a break to ease his mind and, in fact, stave off any suspicion anybody might have of his activities. A paranoid thought, but one he entertained for his own sake. If anyone was looking around for trouble, he was backing off so they wouldn't find any. If there wa none there, then he still needed a little break.

This stuff isn't as troublesome as it looks. Captain runs a tight ship.

He got to work, putting things away as he listened to some music via phone.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Hakuro Kuroda

Mentionings: @Serei2477

I mean, it's not that hard for the site manager alone to find out that you are the one who did a thing. It's even easier if a guy known for a bit of sleuthing didn't even have to look very hard! Still, her reaction was puzzling, and the girl's next words seemed to confirm that...nothing at all was meant by it. He'd thought it was something like a smack in the face, or some kind of trolling. He'd responded to it in a funny way in order to show that he was taking it as some sort of funny challenge, and that would quell things better than directly taking it as insult. Really, the whole thing had confused him, and the timing...well...he explained.

"People say and do weird things, sometimes. That wasn't the issue at hand. I thought it was a bit of troublemaking because...maybe you noticed there's been a little grumbling on the site."

He began to make some emphatic gestures.

"'Hatto-san should talk about the Prime Minister's death! Everyone else is, so why won't he?', but I don't want to. It isn't something I know any better than anybody else or can do anything with, plus I don't want to be seen as just grabbing attention for it. Unfortunately, the other end of that is someone making it look like I'm just going 'Deal with it', which is what I thought the picture was about."

Now, he shook his head.

"It was just bad timing. I don't want you to take it down. That might make things worse. I just thought I'd ask, since I knew you were around."

He doffed his hat then, as he smiled...

"Hakuro Kuroda. You can call me Hatto-san, if you like, but I have a real name too."

...before remembering something, in regards to the picture.

"Also, I should warn you: Nagi brought the picture to my attention, as well. I...don't know exactly how she feels about it. I think she actually would've preferred if I was like that. It's kind of weird. She might ask about it too, though."

Yup, the *CoughTotallyNotYakuzaButYesSheReallyIsCought* tough girl was in on the act, too!