Kafka Komedy

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@Crimmy Awesome, thanks. Mind if I join that lil' Skype Group you guys have going before turning in for the night?

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Okay, I think this is good. Mental illness wasn't ever really covered in Persona, as far as I was aware, so I wanted to try my hand at it.

Kazou, the Hierophant

Kazou Hanta

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Arcana: Hierophant

Equipment: Aside from standard school supplies, Kazou frequently carries with him a pocket knife from an old delinquent friend, and a recently bought top of the line smartphone.

Skills: Kazou is quite the quick learner, and likes to play games when he can be bothered. Unfortunately, since he can't very often, he doesn't have many practical skills.

Personality: Kouza is that kid who never does anything in class. He can been seen sleeping, doodling, checking his phone or even staring into space, but often he's not working. Due to a mixture of depression, laziness, and lethargy, Kazou often just can't be bothered. He also makes no attempt to interact with others, due to anxiety over their reaction to his mental issues. When interacted with, he often makes many deprecating comments on the state of the world in a joking manner, and is general very jokey and not very serious at all to hide his true feelings. When alone he is often very reminiscent of his childhood, and his junior high years.

Biography: Kazou would regard his childhood as "happy." Then he was too stupid to see the heavily strained relationship between mother and father. His relationship with his sister was "filled with scuffles" instead of hatred. He found wonder and joy in games. Though his family soon had to begin moving due to his father's job, and how little it paid. This proved to create a good excuse in Kazou's mind to run away from his problems; all problems could be solved by relocating in his mind.

In junior high, Kazou's father found a more stable job and Kazou himself found with a great set of friends. He felt genuinely very happy being around them, even if they were a bit strange and a bit silly. To him, the group fit together like a glove, and they hung out as much as possible. Or at least, in the beginning it felt like that. Near the end of his last year of junior high Kazou began drifting apart from the group and over the summer they never even talked. Fearing his friends had left him, he left too. His father was thinking of taking a job opportunity in Shikatsu, and Kazou expressed interest in following his father there, without his mother or sister. His father agreed to it.

This transfer to his new school, "Uchima Senior High," has proven a terrible idea. This exile from his friends has triggered a deep depression which Kazou currently can't escape from. He has made almost no friends and his grades are failing. Negative reactions to his down state have taught him not to really interact with people much and he knows, or at least believes, he can't talk to his father about his predicament. For a full year now he's been suffering, attempting half-heartedly to get out of his stupor. Maybe soon, some adventure or friends will fall into his lap. Apparently this old school has a history of odd stuff, or so he's heard.

Persona
Name: Oedipus
Appearance: Oedipus is a legless wooden puppet, shrouded in a toga pinned at the waist. In one of it's spike-fingered hands it wields a bloodied blade. It's face is featureless, save it's wide-brimmed traveler's hat, and a flowing length of gauze covering where the being's eyes would be. At the eye sockets are crimson stains that seem to leak down Oedipus's face. On it's back are the wings of a falcon.
Traits

• Absorb: Pierce
• Resist: Psi
• Weak: Curse, Earth

Abilities/Skills:
Psi, Double Shot, Evil Touch

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Hey I assume that there's still some slots right? I'm looking for Hierophant specifically since I had an idea for Oedipus as a Persona and I feel he fits best as Hierophant.

Kafka Komedy's Kharacter Kompendium

Hey what's up everybody it's G4M3R, today we're playing...

G4M3R

Name: Kirb Siegel
Alias: G4M3R
Age: 19
Alignment: Anti-hero, deep down. Probably would like to be referred to as Hero though.
Loyalty: Minutemen
Appearance: Standing in at a short 5'4" and 110 lbs. Kirb is a surprisingly attractive young man, blessed with a smooth complexion, sharp features, and charmingly messy hair. He's got just the tiniest traces of a gut and a few callouses and cuts on his hands, but that's about the extent of his physical imperfections. Casually, he simply wears hoodies and jeans most days, occasionally dropping the sweater for a long sleeve button-up. His most bizarre feature is obviously the receivers on the side of his head, replacing his ears. To hide this he often wears a beanie in public.

Kirb plans to change his hero costume often, though currently it is a simple cosplay of Heat, from SMT DDS. It's made of simple cloth and bronze, as well as worked in kneepads, elbow pads, and a bulletproof vest. He has also added two holsters, one on each hip. The one on his left houses his reflector shield, and the one on his right is home to the OmniWrench.

History: Kirb was the first born and oldest child in his family. Though growing up he had a strained relationship with his siblings, his peers certainly didn't mind him and he was quite intelligent. He displayed, at a young age, a fascination with fantasy and games. He could admittedly be a bit of a space cadet, but not enough to spur any worry. Kirb breezed through life, careful to not seriously try his hand at anything besides his academics, before discovering video games. Once he discovered them, he became obsessed. They were his only hobby, essentially, and although a few of his relationships began to slip, he was still pulling in good grades and having fun.

He began getting into the competitive gaming scene near the end of his Sophomore year. His game of choice was Super Smash Bros Melee, one of his favorite games that had a tournament scene, from what he had saw online and locally. For months he practiced combos, important techniques, and against his friends. He thrashed them easily, and was confident in his ability all the way until thje day of the tourney. Admittedly once there, he had gotten a bit of cold feet, but his friend Pete helped him get over himself. He had put in the time, he had proven himself, and he would win.

Kirb climbed the brackets. It started off easy, some thirteen year old who was a big fan of Pikachu was easily taken down by Kirb's Roy. Quickly though, the challenge ramped up. Every opponent got a bit stronger, a bit more skilled, a bit more precise, and a bit faster. But he always came out on top, and Pete was cheering for him. Finally, he was facing off against the last person in the finale. The winner of the loser's bracket, a young man named Nathan. Kirb won the first round easy, but something didn't feel right. How could he ascend the brackets playing so poorly? His suspicions turned out to be true, as during round two, Nathan began playing miles better, using techniques Kirb had never even seen. He desperately tried to fight back but after even a round he unplugged his controller and left the vender, fuming, as Nate called out to him smugly. He left Pete behind and walked home.

Days later, Kirb was still absolutely pissed. He hadn't even bothered to try and talk to any of his friends and sat, stewing in his room for days. Eventually he had managed to return to school but his grades plummeted. His thoughts were crowded with how to find this person, show him up, and destroy him. Every day and every night, as he was training, as he was eating, as he was sleeping. But he had no idea how to do any of that. He read through phone books, put out ads, searched the internet. As the end of his senior year approached, Kirb received a letter with no return address. It simply stated "Leaving town soon, have fun ;] -Nathan"

Kirb was completely stunned. For almost a year he had been looking for this man and had come up with nothing. No trace of that person even existing beyond their encounter. He hadn't even told anyone about him! And yet still Nathan was a million steps ahead, able to figure out Kirb's address and send him a direct letter! Instantly Kirb ripped up the letter, ran into his house and grabbed a blade and some tools. Smashing a radio open, he gutted it for parts and began building. Kirb wasn't even sure what was going on frankly, everything was such a blur, even cutting off his own ears. After a few hours and a lot of pain, Kirb's ears were now replaced with Quote's Receivers. Tuning in, Kirb began flipping through channels, listening for Nate's smarmy voice. Flipping through, obviously, didn't amount to much though. For hours he sat in his room intercepting phone signals fruitlessly, until one of his siblings came in. They asked what was on his ears and he told her to piss off. Eventually his parents came in and realized he had engineered an advanced communications device and managed to replace his ears with it.

They were certainly concerned, but also happy that their son was a parahuman. In fact they mentioned how proud of him they were, and wanted to get him into the Protectorate, since he was almost of age. Kirb insisted against it, instead wanting to form his own organization. His family was all for him making something of himself considering he wasn't passing school and he wasn't going to become good at videogames. For a few months Kirb began setting everything up, trying to put Nate out of his mind for the foreseeable future. He'd see Kirb, or at least his alias G4M3R's exploits and realize that playing some dumb game well was worthless when one could bring stuff from those games out to fight crime.

Kirb formed his group, called the Minutemen, took out a loan to get a small office, and called an old friend to help out. Recently the group has introduced another member into the fold, Kyoshi, and Kirb plans on bringing another person into their group.

Personality

Motivations: Kirb want's to prove to the world that he has skill, that he's not your average gamer and that that stupid competition didn't mean shit and that he's BETTER THAN YOU NATHAN, DO YOU HEAR ME?
Sexuality:Bisexual, preference for effeminate men or transgendered women.
Likes:

• Videogames
• Videogames!
• VIDEO GAMES!!!
• Mashup Albums
• Money
• Females (Males)

Dislikes:

• Nathan
• Cheapskates
• Braggarts
• Internet Animations

Derangement: Oddly enough Kirb's derangement affects his powers. Kirb is currently incapable from taking ideas from forms of media other than videogames. He's also extremely vindictive and will hold grudges for obscene amounts of time.

Parahumanism

Skills: Kirb used to be fairly decent at SSBM. His skills have fallen off though, even if he still displays an encyclopedic knowledge of almost all videogames. He is also a decent shot, and runs a letsplay site endorsing his crime fighting group.
Classification: Tinker
Details: Kirb is a Free Tinker, with no specific specialization. Guns, blades, armors or tools, he can build it all. Unfortunately, there is one very hard rule to what he builds; He can't have thought of it himself. All ideas he thinks of he inevitably can not build. Instead, he has to take ideas from elsewhere to build them. To get around this limitation, G4M3R takes his ideas from videogames, taking the weapons he's used in the virtual world and transforming them into real live pieces of machinery.
Limitations: Like all Tinkers, Kirb needs space, time, and resources to make his inventions. He also, as stated, needs to have gotten the idea from somewhere else. His derangement also limits him exclusively to taking inspiration from video games, and those he hasn't played he can't make anything from. He is also pretty weak in the bioengineering quadrant, though cybernetics aren't an issue.
Equipment

• Cybernetic Receiver - His ears have been replaced with Quote's receiver, allowing him to listen to and even magnify or deafen regular sound, as well as intercept radio waves.
• Reflector - An electromagnetic shield that envelops Kirb's whole body, designed to reflect any projectiles thrown at it back to sender. It works on both physical projectiles and plasmas, but gases or liquids pass through it just fine. It can also only be activated for a full second before needing to be activated again.
• OmniWrench 12000 - A large wrench, useful for tightening bolts but more useful in combat. It's a pretty powerful striking weapon, and can be thrown to far off places and return to the user's grip. It's also magnetically charged.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@PlatinumSkink G4M3R would be totally fine with saving a young lass from the hive of scum and villainy that is the Community.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Dean: PRT HQ

Dean was, surprisingly, the first to be in the conference room. He hadn't actually gone to relax during his downtime, still fairly pent up from the events that had transpired. As such he was sure to be early to the meeting room. Once everyone else was there, Alessa began her speech. She used a fairly similar tone to their private conversation, polite and formal, even though they had just lost one of their own. Once prompted, Dean began explaining his idea. "Basically all the stuff that Ira makes, if it doesn't need to be held on a specific person, power stuff, or if it's situational or anything, Elliot here could carry it." He said. But looking over at Elliot, he didn't seem to care at all. He was absent mindedly staring up at the wall, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Asshole." Dean muttered, turning from Elliot to his new leader.

Love Craft: Highway Robbery

Hmm. So Broker was wrong, there were two capes coming out to stop them. No matter, of course, the group could surely handle it. Still, it was odd their boss was off the mark on their first job. Even if this wasn't a set up it didn't speak well to what Broker was like. Hopefully these errors were few and far between. For now, Frankie would keep their eyes and ears peeled for signs of betrayal. It obviously wasn't out of the realm of possibility with what had happened to the man that had joined them in the Icehouse.

Still, no one backed down. They did bring up good points; obviously the transport wasn't expecting an attack and likely packed nonlethal weaponry, something they could reasonably handle. Lovely prepped their skin, hardening it in anticipation of the rubber bullets about to hit as the truck passed over into view. They began getting closer to the road, ready to soak up all the damage her little friends couldn't while they worked their magic.

G4M3R: Denver Skyline

It was not actually Kyoshi or Pete that saved Kirb, but the man that they were attempting to assist, Furnace. He was really big around these parts (though Kirb had forgotten to search up his actually power, a huge mistake apparently) and Kirb wasn't sure to be honored or ashamed at being saved by him. After rolling onto a local rooftop, the Kirb dusted himself off and came face to face with Furnace, who seemed a tad mad but toned it down as he took a look at G4M3R. Apparently his power, whatever it was, wasn't good to use around people. Well then why the hell did Pete close in? Ugh, he'd have to talk with him about that...

But that didn't matter now. As Kirb and Furnace shook hands, the hero mentioned he watched G4M3R's streams. He couldn't help but smile. He knew those were a good idea. Still, this was no time to dally. Kirb turned to call Pete and Kyoshi over and... In the sky. There was a massive writhing thing following that villain up in the air. Astounded, all Kirb could do was stand their and stare, mouth agape.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@yoshua171 I didn't notice this post. Feel free to save G4M3R.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

G4M3R: Denver Skyline

For a decent amount of time, G4M3R had been staring downwards at the Denver streets. Pete was probably fairly focused on flying the... well, fly, so Kirb picked up his friend's slack. That was good considering his new recruit, the asian girl, Kyoshi was her cape name, was flinging herself around on concrete. Probably took a lot of concentration to do so. So G4M3R rode on with Pete in his bizarre fly invention.

That was, until he was snapped out of his methodological searching by a shout. His robotic receivers flared to life, simultaneously hearing both Pete's physical shout and the walkie-talkie's signal at the same time. "Ah, shit, not so loud! I have a robot's ears, dumbass." G4M3R mumbled, his head now rising upwards to meet the back of Pete's head, than what he was shouting about. There was a seeming fight on a roof, a PRT cape, he had flames or something, and two women, both also presumably superpowered. The older was holding the younger at gunpoint.

"Yes, okay, this is a good opportunity for us! Helping this guy will cement us as big damn heroes. Little big damn heroes at least..." Kirb mumbled again as Pete guided his mount over to the behind of the older woman. She now couldn't focus on both Furnace and them, and Kyoshi was seemingly in hiding too, waiting to strike. This was going to be simple, as long as no one was too hasty the Minutemen could at the least run distraction for Furnace and take some credit. Preparing to go on the offensive, G4M3R unsheathed his weapon and slid halfway off the fly, hanging on with his free hand.

Unfortunately right after this, the villain took her leave, doing so in a fairly explosive fashion. A huge shockwave of air erupted from her feet, easily throwing the girl and, more importantly Kirb right off the side of the building. He let a curse fly fairly openly, allowing the wrench to fall out of his hands without a care about it. The only thing he could think of to save himself was using Fox's Reflector a second before he hit the ground, which he knew probably wouldn't work. Kirb stared straight down at the ground as he fell, finger over the on button, hoping either his plan would work or someone would come and save his ass.

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Outside HPIS

As the prisoners rioted on outside the prison, funneling out at the behest of both Deprave and Poncho, the rest of the group exited as well, Betty in tow of the rat and poisonous cloud. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling that social, maybe because of the bombshell of Mike possibly betraying her or the chaos of the prison break. Either way, the max she did was shoot the muscly Deprave a wink.

Over the roar of the mass of unchained men and women, the screech of tires could be heard. The RV was here, it seemed. It was practically huge, most definitely able to seat all 9 passengers, probably even allow the to bed. It was also quite fast and light, judging by how quick it hit the scene and the sharp turn it pulled to get the door facing the prison. Out of it stepped a rabbit looking woman, oddly scarred and torn like an overused plush doll revealing muscle and pale skin beneath the surface of her fur. Stepping out onto the scene, absentmindedly tugging at her trenchcoat, she gave the prison a once over.

"What in the hell..." She muttered to herself. Quickly, she got over the surprise and replaced it with a dry sarcasm. "Looks like you guys had fun but mommy's here to pick you up. Get the hell in the van before whoever you pissed off wakes up." She commanded, motioning to the vehicle.

Once everyone was inside they'd notice how nice it was. The entire place was lined with shining granite and somehow unrotted wood. It had full amenities, a bathroom with a hot standing shower, a sink, and of course a toilet. The kitchen had a few pots, pans, dishes, bowls, and cups in the cupboards, though noticeably nothing to cook. If anyone did want to cook, though an electric stove, as well as a microwave and fridge were there. Finally, there were a few couches near the front and two bedrooms with a queen sized bed each in the back.

"Here's where you'll be staying. Don't get any blood on the couches Conan, or your ass is out." She mentioned, pointing an accusatory finger at Deprave. "We don't have any food but Barkeep stashed some alcohol in the fridge. Use the coasters in the kitchen draw. I'll be needing one of you to switch off with at some time so if anyone wants to volunteer, feel free. Just to clarify, everyone's here?" She asked. Once she got confirmation, she'd close the door and start driving.

"Here we go."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mercenaries? I'm appaled. The Minutemen are a free local militia the subsides off of donations. Speaking of, we would really appreciate if you donated. It's just, we may not be able to reach you next time without the proper equipment. Here's our card it has the address of our office and our phone number. Feel free to donate, or call, at any time.