Marlowe

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

MENTIONS: Kimiko [@vietmyke], Yurie [@Psyker Landshark]

Junichiro was so pleased with himself and the praise that he received from Yurie that he couldn’t even hold himself back from beaming at her in delight. ”Yeah! Like, who did he think he was, hogging all the good stuff?!” he said. The balls on some people, he swore!

The sight of Kimiko’s lunch was tempting, that was for sure. But Junichiro was happy enough with his curry buns. When she held out her hand, Junichiro gave her a baleful look and took another chunk out of the bun, chewed loudly, gulped down the mouthful, and stuck out his tongue in defiance. ”Hell no, these are mine! You got your own food right there!” He jabbed at the good Grangran made for her with an indigent pointer finger. It was rather rude, even he knew that– but it was just like Kimiko to ogle the food he ate. He had starved all day just to get one taste of such precious treasure… he wasn’t about to just give it up just because someone asked him to.

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Bluemoon kept the pace as she led him deeper into the Den. They kept close to the walls and stayed well out of the way of any dragon that streaked down the path, stretched their wings, or whatnot. The denizens of the Scorpion’s Den were just as hot-blooded as the desert that surrounded them, SandWing or not. It was best to stay out of the way, especially when the night cooled and the town became more tolerable to roam. It only took a short amount of time for them to reach the bazaar, where stallkeeps brandished their wares as they lined the stone walls. Jewelry, pottery, meat, and whatnot– anything could be found there, and everyone knew it. Bluemoon’s muzzle wrinkled as a hybrid waved skewers of meat like a cat’s tail. Such energetic stall-workers would do anything to sell their wares– and she had become much more wary of them. Especially after that time. Her stomach churned and a shudder passed through her spine. Boar would never taste the same.

As they traversed the bazaar, Bluemoon cast several glances over her shoulder to make sure that Hemlock still followed. Each time she saw him, she was more and more relieved. It would mean chaos if she lost him here. Well, she pondered as she took note of the color of his scales. Maybe not. Now that she thought of it, he did look a bit too unique, even for a RainWing or SeaWing.

She turned to answer his question. ”The Scorpion’s Den might lie within the bonds of the SandWing kingdom, but many dragons, like the downtrodden, shunned, or exiled, reside here so they can pursue new lives.” Bluemoon motioned towards the bazaar with her left wing. ”Many learn crafts or become treasure hunters. Others wander around points of interest, like the bazaar, and offer their strength.”

Bluemoon’s mouth opened to speak again, but she noticed that she was on the verge of rambling. She closed her jaws and watched Hemlock in anticipation. Hopefully what she said made sense to him.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Everyone

As the sun continued to arch over their heads, so did the grassline. Each blade had become so tall that they furled above her head and her eyes could no longer see the mountains of Midgar. It was disorienting; she could hardly tell where she was going, but her determined chocobo continued onward. Its strong, clawed feet crashed down upon the roots and crushed the grass beneath its steps. Even Goug’s chocobos, who also had to lug behind a heavy wagon of supplies, had little issue keeping up with the rest as the moogle hummed a song from her homeland. Though the party was slowed by the steady change in terrain, it was thanks to their mounts that they kept a somewhat steady pace.

The aroma of wet earth teased Neve’s nose, and she drew in its scent. Here, the land was lush and vibrant to the common eye. There was something else, as well. Something that probably only she could pick up at this point. A sour stench on the upwind. One might be able to shrug it off as rotting grass or a creature on the brink of death. Neve knew that it was different. Her hackles rose and her expression tightened as she shifted her eyes to the sea of grass to her left. A dark whisper swept across her ears.

The chocobo picked up on the disturbance only a few moments after she did. Her bird stopped straight in its tracks, flared its wings, and let out a half-frightened, half-angered wark.

Blades of grass thrashed violently as black-pelted beasts tore out from its depths. Medium-sized and with stout, lemur-like forms, each member of their pack of more than a dozen bore beady red eyes and gnashing fangs. The creatures swiveled their heads to and fro, their rounded ears pinned against their skulls as saliva dripped from their maws. They were manic things, taking in the sight of their caravan with hungry gazes. Neve’s blood ran cold and froze her to her saddle.

Goug squealed behind her. ”Blightbeasts!”

The creatures– the Blightbeasts– took the initiative. They darted forward in a terrifyingly organized unit. Neve was so stunned that she almost didn’t notice that a pair of them had clambered over her poor bird’s flank with long, spindly forearms. Grimacing, she turned to grab her staff before the creatures could so much as touch it. Already, the creatures had sunk their teeth into her chocobo’s feathers. Blood welled up beneath their oversized talons. Her chocobo cried out again and thrashed beneath her. Caught off guard, she was sent crashing to the ground. Pain razed across her arm at the poor landing. The agony was like wildfire; Neve whimpered as she attempted to haul herself to her feet, either way. Even she knew that staying on the ground was a death sentence. Head still spinning, she cast her horrified glare towards the three beasts that surrounded her. They chittered as their mouths frothed with bloodlust. Neve grit her teeth and raised her staff towards the one that strafed a little to her right. Her staff glowed as shards of stone ringed around its frame– in an instant, the pointed ends slammed straight into its sides and spilled its black blood. It screeched in pain, but it shot towards her in a mere heartbeat. It seemed that her attack had only served to make it angry, and she cursed herself as it sank its teeth into her ankle. The other two gripped the hem of her muddied robes with fangs and claws alike, yanking her as their arms stretched upwards to grab her injured arm. Neve snarled in fear and raised her staff to slam it down upon one of their heads with a loud thump. It yelped and rushed off in a frenzy to wreak havoc elsewhere. The other two howled in fury as she clubbed the other on the side of its skull. Her feet fought to keep her standing. For the first time in forever, Neve wished that she was adept at the blade like the others.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

MENTIONS: Kimiko [@vietmyke]

Monday, April 25th

Izumi Academy, Classroom 3-C
Weather: Fair

Junichiro’s morning was spent daydreaming about curry buns.

It was just his luck for his alarm not to go off on time– and it was very much not his fault. He was certain that he had set the proper time on his phone before going to sleep last night. It was supposed to go off at 8. It was supposed to make this big, blaring sound that made his ears hurt and he would curse at it to no end as he got ready for school. It was supposed to help him to get to school on time. That morning it had remained eerily silent, almost judging him for staying up until three playing video games. Maybe it was its way of disciplining him. Maybe it just wanted to make fun of him. Whatever the case was, Junichiro had little time to freak out about the fact that it was 8:30 am and he had 15 minutes to get to school on time. After a fit of panic– and tons of ruckus as he stormed around his room to gather his belongings– he threw on his school uniform and bolted out his bedroom door. Junichiro wasn’t even careful enough to try not to wake up his father, who slept in his drunken stupor on the leather couch of their cramped living room, as he pelted down the creaky wooden stairwell and streaked out of their home.

With fair weather and light traffic, it took him a brief ten minutes to get to Izumi and an extra three to take a piss and rush for class. Both students and teachers probably thought he went crazy as he tore down the pristine white hallways and barreled past anyone who dared stand in his path. Once or twice, he heard one of them holler obscenities after him. This time, Junichiro didn’t care. He couldn’t be late, not this early in the semester. Late days were reserved for later on, when the days were hot and sweltering and he didn’t have to sweat his ass off on his commute. Then he could afford taking his sweet ass time on his trip to school.

Junichiro heaved for breath by the time he slumped down in his spot at the very back of class. Sweat poured down his face as he slammed his forehead down upon his desk. He had made it. He had actually made–

His stomach produced a large, trembling growl that sent a tremor through his bones. A yawning hole gaped at the very pit of his abdomen and loudly begged for food. The consequences of having no breakfast were steep.

Shit.

The curry-bun-daydreams washed over his mind like a storm of rain. Junichiro’s head didn’t move from its spot during the duration of the first few of his classes. He wasn’t sure if it was because his teachers felt for him or they simply had lost faith in him. Honestly, he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was sticking his teeth deep in the warm curry buns the school set during lunch time. And when Miss Yamada, his history teacher, finally stopped yapping, the lunch bell finally rang. In a sort of second wind, Junichiro launched himself from his desk and rushed out of the room.

It took him three minutes for Junichiro to return with a mouth half-brimming with sauce and bread and his hands carrying two more. He looked satisfied and almost proud of himself as he strode towards Kimiko’s seat. Manuevering a chair closer to where she sat with his right foot, he plopped down in front of her and stuffed his mouth full with the back portion of the warm bun.

”Can’t believe I was able to swindle that kid outta his curry buns– now I got two more,” Junichiro said, raising them both up as if they were a pair of trophies. ”Been thinkin’ ‘bout them the whole day, I was starvin’. Now they’re finally mine!”

He peeled away the wrapper on the second one and promptly took another sloppy bite as he looked at the girl expectantly.

”’Sup?”

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

MENTIONS: Alfonse [@Zombehs], Roland @Ithradine, Leonid @Vertigo, and everyone else.

The sight of the little wyrmling was very much enough to soothe the fire within her. Sherry’s fingers twitched as she restrained herself from reaching forward and taking the wyvern into her arms. How cute it was, the little thing, and how much she had wanted a wyvern of her own. Her father had promised her one by the time she went to Irinduil, but he had to leave his station for the time being and she was left without her gift. To be honest, the sight of someone not of noble blood having a wyvern when she didn’t only soured her mood. She scowled and sent a sidelong glance towards Roland. ”No need. Come, we’re falling behind on the tour.” Sherry huffed again as she stepped past her guard, ignoring the cluster of foolish children who tormented the Sylmare boy. Idiots.

Like Augustine promised, he guided them across the whole campus. After the gardens came the mess hall, where the scent of food already hung pungent in the air. Then came the cathedral itself, with its pristine walls and marble decorations– and then the gem of Irinduil, the Officers Academy. That was Sherry’s favorite part, especially when the Archbishop listed the names of all of those who came to the monastery, one of which being her very father. That much in itself was something to be proud of. To think that he set foot where she now stood, headed the very Crimson Foxes themselves. Now, she was following his very path.

Sherry was very tired by the time that they arrived at the dorms and was ecstatic to lay her head on a pillow to take a cat nap. She watched as Augustine once again took his spot at the very lead of the group, her gazing scanning his expression as he smiled and pulled a rolled up piece of paper from his sleeves. A crease furrowed across her brow when he pasted it onto the cobblestone wall at the main entrance to the dormitories. He stepped aside, allowing Sherry to step forwards and peer at the words scrawled on the parchment. Her heartbeat raced as she spoke. ”Theodoric Branden Marlon and Andrion Godson, Roland Amor Vaughann and Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis…” she murmured, her eyes fluttering down to the bottom of the posting. When she read the names written, she flinched as if she had been hit by a Thoron spell. ”Wh-wha-what is this?!”

”Dormitory assignments, my lady. In these past years, Irinduil has decided to allow cohabitation between students, regardless of gender or background.” Augustine spoke with the same silky smooth voice as before. ”We find that students of the Officer’s Academy have gained much from our decree, and so we went ahead and implemented it once more this year.”

Sherry stared at Augustine with eyes wide as dinner plates and her mouth hung open. Oh no. No no no. This couldn’t be. Though she pleaded with him with her very expression, Augustine simply shrugged and stepped away from the cluster of students. ”You are free to begin unpacking and settle down for rest,” he said. ”Dinner is in four hours from now. I advise you not to be late– if you are, there may not be any food waiting for you when you arrive. Have fun!”

The slender form of Augustine passed behind the line of Crimson Foxes and disappeared around the corner of the dormitories. A shaky breath ushered forth from Sherry lips as she turned on her heel and glared straight at Leonid, her lips pursed into an overly thin line. A poisonous glower glowed in her gaze.

There’s no way I’m rooming with him.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Ya can plop her in the Char tab @vietmyke

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Oda Junichiro

NAME:
Oda Junichiro

AGE:
17

GENDER:
Male

ARCANA:
VII. Chariot

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Junichiro stands at slightly above average height for a boy his age. Students know him well as a messy, rather unkempt individual; his honey-brown hair is often rustled out of place and his uniform is almost always wrinkled. It's common to see him with a slumped posture and his hands in his pockets or with a glower plastered on his expression. Junichiro is also prone to staring at people he doesn't know, many times to the point of making them uncomfortable.

PERSONALITY:
A problem child through and through, Junichiro is well-known at Izumi for all of the wrong reasons. His grades are poor, isn't very sharp, doesn't participate in sports like the other boys do, and frequently gets lets his aggression get the better of him. He is also rather loud, poorly-spoken, and hot-headed. Because of this, students have labeled him as an anti-social delinquent, actively going out of the way to avoid him. Junchiro doesn't mind too much though; it only means that he has more time to do whatever he wants without anyone holding him back.

Despite everything, he doesn't mean any harm. Sure, he has anger issues and a lot of times he says something he shouldn't. But under that shell, Junichiro is quite the energetic young man with a disdain for injustice and a burning passion for art. He adores spending time with people he calls his friends, even if he's prone to dragging them into sticky situations.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
When he was only eight years old, Junichiro's mother packed up in the middle of the night and left without a word. Her sudden departure left him at the mercy of his drunkard father, who deemed him the sole reason his wife left. He was a disgrace, his father stated, something so repulsive that his mother could no longer stand the sight of him. Then came the beatings. The abuse rendered Junichiro a fairly reserved little boy who had trouble making friends. When he did, he'd quickly become clingy and follow them around like a lost puppy.

His early onset of puberty unbottled all of the anger he had welling in him. Junichiro's disagreements with his friends were aptly dealt with through punches and bites, and soon enough he was left without any. His father's beatings continued and his unbridled fury only festered further. Other students became wary of him, then fearful. By the time Junichiro went to Izumi Academy, he was socially labeled as a ticking time-bomb. Many people avoided him-- others actively went out of their way to torment him. The fights continued-- some of them more vicious than many others than he had been part of until then-- and he spent more days in detention than he could count. It was at the end of his second year that the academy threatened him for the last time: if he returned the next year and further instigated violence on school grounds, he would be expunged from the academy. Junichiro was smart enough to know that he couldn't afford something like that to happen to him. Perhaps that's why he's been drawing so much at school as of late.

TRIVIA:
- Junichiro's an amazing artist, but he's very self-conscious and apprehensive about it. One's lucky to even see a handful of his drawings.

- Despite not having a job, Junichiro always seems to have money to buy all the food and video games he desires.

- He's an avid animal lover and cares for all sorts of strays.

OTHER:
Nothing as of yet.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

ALSO don't post the Midnight Realm part in the ooc PM that to me please! If adds to the shock value/development/surprise

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

JAPAN, 2071. For once, the planet is peaceful as technology continues to flourish. Hoverboards and airtouch devices are popular, major chain restaurants are almost completely managed by robot cat hosts, physical health is monitored through chips inserted into the bloodstream, and humans and domestic animals have strengthened their bonds through the use of interspecies speech translators. Despite everything, these technologies seem to fade in the presence of virtual reality. It’s ever present in Japan; with its help, doctors perform complicated surgeries, soldiers are exposed to hyper-realistic training, individuals even use it in place of hallucinatory drugs… and of course, almost everyone uses it to play video games.

When VIVIDREAM, an obscure VR-gaming company, sent prototype headsets out to one hundred lucky individuals in Yokohama, the city appeared to celebrate overnight. The VIVIDREAM headsets provided gamers with a completely new virtual reality experience. More vibrant displays allowed players to further immerse themselves in their games, there weren’t any instances of lag or delay, and instances felt much, much more realistic. The headsets were lauded as a godsend to both casual and hardcore gamers alike.

Then Uehara Masahiko, a popular student and hard-core VIVIDREAM technoid at Izumi Academy, slipped into a coma. The incident was enough to send a shiver through the student body. Whispers passed from class to class. He pushed himself too hard. He spent too long playing on the VIVIDREAM. Rumors flitted about, as well: there were claims that Masahiko hardly ever left his house and only left to go to school, that there were these strange games that appeared on the VIVIDREAM but only at midnight, that someone swore they saw Masahiko on it once before he fell unconscious. A month passed and students slowly went back to their lives. They had tests to pass, friends to watch out for. There was no need to dwell on an isolated incident. Everything was fine.

Right?

At the tick of midnight, the virtual reality presented by VIVIDREAM undergoes maintenance and morphs into the MIDNIGHT REALM. Sometimes it might display a sci-fi MMO. Other times it might display a fantasy single-player. The possibilities are endless, but they are always dependent on the type of game its victim (or host) usually plays. However, it is always riddled by dangerous creatures called Shadows that are extremely aggressive. If one dies in the Midnight Realm, they are consequently placed into a coma from which they may never wake up in the over-world.

Players should make their characters’ Personas, their choice of weaponry, and their get-up reflect the type of game they like. Someone who is devoted to a fantasy game should have a Persona that reflects that archetype, i.e. King Arthur, Gawain, Morrigan, other types of knights and mages, and so forth. On the other hand, someone who spends their time playing a lot of western games will have a Persona similar to legends like Billy the Kid, Butch Cassidy, etc. This also corresponds to their main weapon Midnight Realm, though their clothing will change once they enter other worlds beneath the umbrella of the Realm.

0. FOOL: ...
I. MAGICIAN: Hayakawa Kimiko
II. PRIESTESS:
III. EMPERESS:
IV. EMPEROR: Mori Kaito
V. HIEROPHANT:
VI. LOVERS:
VII. CHARIOT: Oda Junichiro
VIII. JUSTICE: Igarashi Kaede
IX. HERMIT:
X. FORTUNE:
XI. STRENGTH: CLAIMED!
XII. HANGED MAN:
XIII. DEATH:
XIV. TEMPERANCE: CLAIMED!
XV. DEVIL: Shinozaki Yurie
XVI. TOWER:
XVII. STAR:
XVIII. MOON: Aozora Torio
XIX. SUN:
XX. JUDGEMENT:
XXI. WORLD: ...

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[b]NAME:[/b] (Last, First)

[b]AGE:[/b] (They should be high school age.)

[b]GENDER:[/b]

[b]ARCANA:[/b]

[b]APPEARANCE DETAILS:[/b]

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

[b]SHORT BIOGRAPHY:[/b] (Remember that they are normal high school kids. Don't be overly dramatic or edgy for no reason.)

[b]TRIVIA:[/b] (Anything extra you want people to know. Do they snore loudly when they sleep, do they eat a lot of sweets, etc.)

[b]OTHER:[/b] (Anything extra not expressed in the sheet.)

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[b]ARCANA:[/b]

[B]APPEARANCE:[/B] (What they look like when they are within the Midnight Realm but [i]not[/i] in a specific world itself.)

[b]WEAPON PREFERENCE:[/b](The type of weaponry they prefer using; knives, blunt weapons, etc)

[b]MAIN WEAPON:[/b]

[b]PERSONA'S NAMESAKE:[/b] (The Persona you choose for your character must reflect your character's Arcana.)

[b]PERSONA'S APPEARANCE:[/b] (Can be an image or description.)

[b]PERSONA'S SKILLS:[/b] (Should be about 2-3 at max. Do not make your Persona overpowered in the beginning of the roleplay.)

[b]PERSONA'S HISTORY:[/b] (A short line or two about the Persona. Who were they? What were they known for?)