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Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Another day of school ended, but let's be honest, no one really cared about what was happening around the school these days with the rumors circulating about disappearances and a strange man being seen about town at night. At the heart of it all though was Strange Gospel, something that no one was entirely sure what it was. Well, it was an app, but the purpose or even the origin was dubious. An app that that showed someone the future that was now feared to be the source of various missing cases throughout the damn city and who knows where else. Still, it sounded like a work of fiction, a rumor that someone made up and posted on the web.

Life has a funny way of being though. The sick twist is that it was real, and Hattori Kauro found himself stuck in this mess. One way or another he found the app or more accurately, the app found him. He knew that there was something greater than what the rumors because he had seen what he assumed to be a potential future. If the design of the app was to show the future, then the next logical step would be that the second video showed him a bleak, terrifying future. The next question is the purpose of the app. No, the purpose isn't to just show the future; it was to communicate though to what end was beyond Kauro. However, he did have one working theory about where the abductees were taken. They were most likely in that tower that he saw in the video.

The sensation to solve something beyond mortal comprehension was a thrill that one would have difficulty to describe, but he was also not stupid. He only had two weeks to solve this mystery or else he was going to disappear just like everyone else who had made contact with this app. Ruin was creeping around the corner, ready to draw Kauro down with all the other victims, but he was going to be a step ahead. He had to be.

These were the kind of thoughts he had when walking down the school corridor with his friends. He was completely dead to the world, his eyes glazed over, and his ears deafened to the conversation going around him though over time he could almost hear his name being called. Well, that was until a girl just shouted into his ear. Kauro almost jumped from his skin, which was pretty unusual for him given how used to jumpscares he was and turned to look at the group.

"Yo Kauro! What're you zoning out for? We've called you out like five times!" One of them said, a girl with long black hair.

The truth was that he had not told anyone in his friend group that he used the app. The last thing he wanted to do was make any of them worry. Kauro smiled and said, "My bad, my bad. Just lost in thought. So, what's the plan?"

Someone else from the group piped up. "We're thinking Karaoke to blow off some steam. Things have been way too tense at school recently with everything that's happened."

"Sounds like fun. I'll just text my aunt to let her know that I'll be out late," said Kauro as he whipped his phone out. Going out with his friends wasn't the entire reason why he was so keen on this. He needed an excuse to go around and look for whatever the hell that mysterious figure popping in and out of town. Of course, finding it was an incredible risk because it could be the thing responsible for the kidnappings, or it could be his ticket out. It was his only lead given how little information he had.

With all that in mind, he exited the campus with his school friends and made their way through the town.

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

If there was a constant in the chaos and uncertainty of the great universe and whatever was beyond the veil from human comprehension, it is that the sun exists merely as a concept in the UK. One had to have faith that it was actually there behind the curtain of grey that so frequently encompassed the island nation, and that tune certainly had not changed for today as Victor looked out the bus window up at the sky. Only two hours ago he was back in sunny, vibrant Marseille and now he was on his way towards his new boarding school neighboring the quaint South England city of Harbour. On the bus, he made polite conversation with the other student passengers, flashing that Hollywood smile of his as he introduced himself. There were some when they learned who his parents were that made the usual requests about getting them their autographs and so on, to which he responded with a playful, "Maybe" and a wink.

Eventually, the bus would slowly crept to a stop outside where the academy was. Victor stepped out and took a deep breath of the crisp ocean air before he got a cart provided by the school and wheeled his belongings to his dorm where he unloaded boxes filled with various objects. There was no time to unpack at the moment though; apparently, he was scheduled to go to some sort of icebreaker with a small group of students and while he did not need to go, it was better to at least give it a chance. That was a mistake.

The icebreaker and the Titanic both had one thing in common: they both sunk, except the captain of this icebreaker did not go down with the ship. Still, he flashed that award winning smile and introduced himself to the rest of the group, or at least whoever was still there. Victor glanced around the room to see any familiar faces to no avail. Actually, that was not entirely true. The one face he did recognize was that of Maive, though that was because of the viral video of her singing with an incredible set of pipes. It really was a small world.

Soon, he was back in his room and was welcomed by the boxes he had stacked about the place. Victor hung his jacket up and rolled his sleeves up as he got to work. It took some time, but eventually he had his room setup. His room was organized but filled to almost the brim with his own belongings. The walls of his room were covered with posters of various stage plays and movie posters, such as West Side Story, Cabaret, Rent, Moonlight, Casablanca along with a selection of music posters of musicians and bands like Kishi Bashi, Rayleigh Richie, Bon Iver, and Charles Mingus. The one family photo that he brought with him was put on his bedside in a black frame. Then there his collection of books neatly organized by categories. He brought his own electric keyboard and microphone, which he could connect to his gaming rig that he brought from home, which also had music production programs. Of course, he brought his headphones because it was just proper etiquette to not subject neighbors to the sounds of raging metal music, demons screaming, and gunshots from his computer. He even brought a rug with a modern geometric pattern on it because why not?

Victor's first week of classes went well. The things that they were talking about is many of the classes were things that he was already knowledgeable of because this was what he grew up with. Overall, it was an easy week for him though he got the feeling that things were going to ramp up soon. The real challenge though wasn't going to be the classes though; it was the drama club. The first thing he did when he heard that he extracurriculars were now available was to sign up with the HATS, the Harbour Academy Theatrical Society. With auditions Victor kept himself busy by working out in the gym to keep his physique maintained, practice dancing, and of course made sure to keep practicing his singing with great fervor. He needed everything to be perfect. No one was going to outdo him in effort or talent, even if he was just a freshman against those with seniority.

Beyond classes and clubs, Victor was a social butterfly; he took advantage of his natural charisma and charm to easily catch the attention and 'befriend' many of his classmates and those around him. It probably helped that he was easy on the eyes and that his parents were celebrities within the acting world. His popularity was ever growing, and he was starting to assert himself within the school's hierarchy.

It was all set to be a normal year and that thought alone would jinx it. Something odd came by to his own surprise, something that would set off a series of unforeseen events.

Victor woke up, his arms outstretched as yawned as he rose out of bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he placed his bare feet on the floor when he noticed a clump of paper by his door. Curious, he walked over and picked it up to see that it was an origami of a frog and upon unfolding it revealed a message and a map.

"A message with no sender?" mused Victor. This could not have possibly been from that Sophia girl from the icebreaker and if it was anyone that he actually knew then they would have texted him like a normal person. Also, why bring a towel? They surely weren't going to swim in the water, right?

He struggled a bit to focus on the classes for the day. Victor had been more fixated on what the purpose of the letter was and who it was sent by. If it was Sophia, then the letter itself would've probably been designed to be colorful and friendly, not a frog origami containing a letter with less than ten words and a map with no signature.

After a lackluster day of classes, he found himself heading towards the docks with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was not sure what to expect though he was going to get his answer soon.

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Hattori Kaoru

NAME: Hattori Kauro

GENDER:Male

APPEARANCE:
About 5'10 and just average built. He doesn't particularly follow fashion much but picks out what at least looks good on him and is the most comfortable. He does love his hoodies though. When he is working on his stories, he keeps his hair tied back and he wears glasses when he reads books.

PERSONALITY:
On the surface, Kaoru is an incredibly charming and charismatic young man. Social, intelligent, and confident he presents himself as someone who has everything put together and yet remains humble. He follows the latest trends, keeps up with the latest celebrity gossip, and so on. Kauro is the very model of a popular, cheerful social butterfly that will typically say yes to every invite for a social event. He does his very best to present to present himself as the best version of himself, but the real Kaoru though is not this, however.

The reality is that he finds it all exhausting. He doesn't care about most trends, celebrity gossip, and is exhausted from the constant social interactions he makes within his current social circle. The actual Kaoru is someone that is filled with anxiety and negative thoughts and likes to have a quiet time to himself though that is obviously something he keeps a secret. He vehemently does his best to keep it all under wraps, including his own childhood so people don't realize just how broken he is though that means he doesn't have anyone to talk to about his issues.

However, one of his defining traits is his love of reading and storytelling, especially mystery and horror though given that it contradicts his bright, refreshing persona he keeps the love of those genres to himself. Kaoru finds great pleasure in problem solving, finding the hints and details that others overlook. He loves a good puzzle, whether it's a physical one or something like an ARG.


SKILLS:

• Detective: Kauro is a very perceptive, intelligent young man, often taking note of things that others do not such as when certain facts do not line up or if something is out of place.
• English: His love of literature was so great that Kauro actually learned English so he could read most western books in their original language.
• Writing: He is actually a talented writer that goes under the pseudonym Ligeia and posts his stories online with great success though he keeps it a secret from others due to his anxiety and how it may damage his persona.

EQUIPMENT:

• Pen
• Notebook
• Smart Phone
• Dagger

ECHO:

• Name: Nevermore
• Appearance:
  A strange, unnerving humanoid being. Nevermore stands at 8 feet (2.4384 meters) tall though it is always slouched, making it appear shorter than it actually is. Its body and its limbs seemed to resemble long, gangly black tree branches despite the fact that they have a texture of wrought iron. Those same branches make up its torso to form something that resembles ribs. Protruding from its back are those black, iron branches except they are sparsely covered feathers made from the same material to create something that looks like wings. Its head is humanoid save for a raven-like beak and also has the same black coloration as the rest of its body and its mostly featureless save for when it opens its mouth to reveal its human teeth and long, sharp tongue.
• Abilities:
  Darkness: It is not darkness in the traditional sense, but more of the "gravity of darkness." The darkness that Nevermore generates manipulates gravity within its reach. This darkness can be used in wide swathes or can be shaped into attacks such as spheres or beams of heavy gravity. Nevermore, despite its wings, cannot fly so it uses its darkness to simulate flight. However, at the moment it is quite taxing on his body, so it is not something that can be used in quick succession.
  Limb Extension: Nevermore can extend and retract its limbs. Can use its limbs for long range attacks and such.
  Branch Generation: Nevermore can create more branch-like limbs from its body that can be used for a variety of purposes, such as wrapping new limbs around its already existing limbs to make a heavier attack, increase defense, a flurry of attacks, and so on.

BRIEF BACKSTORY:
Kaoru's story isn't that unusual. His father knocked up his mother in a one-night stand and were wed out wedlock though by the time he was five years old, Kauro's mother walked out on them. His father was an abusive alcoholic with no prospects of getting a proper job and essentially made his son's life a living hell. Kauro's only solace were the books he'd be able to get from the library and the late-night movies when his father was passed out from a drunken stupor.

This went on until he was thirteen, when it all came to a head. One night his father became exceptionally drunk after losing his janitorial job and was violent. He blamed his son for everything, that he was the starting point where things went wrong. Kauro locked himself in his room as his father kept pounding his door and screamed at him to "open the fuck up," eventually breaking the door down where things escalated even more. The boy felt his father's hands around his neck and as he saw the last bit of light fade, his father collapsed. In a twist of fate, his father's pancreas burst from pre-existing conditions worsened by excessive alcohol consumption and stress. His father did not survive and Kauro was taken in by his father's sister's family and transferred schools.

For all its worth, his life did improve after that. His sister had long tried to get custody over Kauro, but the courts ruled in his father's favor and his father did not want to let him go due to the welfare checks he was getting that were meant to be used for his son. So, in her custody he had actually a healthy life for the first time ever, but the damage was done. Kauro acted like he was fine, putting on an act that made him popular with others around him, but in reality, it was a coping mechanism and an unhealthy one at that. The only thing that he was truly passionate about were the books he read and eventually began to write his own stories at the encouragement of his aunt and post them online.

That is how Kauro lived the last three years of his life when he heard a rumor called Strange Gospel. He thought that the Strange Gospel was just an ARG and tried as he might, he could not find a lead. Kaoru had given up though fate had something else in store for him. He was working on a story when he received a message from his father containing a link to Strange Gospel and against all reason, he clicked the link and saw a video of the future. It was just a mundane news clip about a traffic accident on the local news and just like the rumors said, he saw it on TV later.

He was fascinated. It was one thing to be in a book or an ARG, but it was real. Again, he sought for it though this time it had found him when he received a text notification from his deceased father. He saw the video. Shadows over the moon, a black tower, a man with a white mask. The mystery had taken a turn and now things have gotten worse. Students are disappearing and now there were rumors of a man in a trench coat. Every nerve in his body told him not to get involved though the detective in him could not help, but to be thrilled at the prospect of a real paranormal case. Everything led back to Strange Gospel.

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 is in. 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.
Victor is on the art track.
Victor is part of the Harbour Academy Theatrical Society.
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 and reads 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

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

<Snipped quote by OwO>

i fucking hate being british i hate waking up to 200 posts on the guild and 700 messages on discord

@Aviaire

I thought you hated being British because your food has no spices, and your beer is served at room temperature?

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

Y'all are merciless lol

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

<Snipped quote by hatakekuro>

@OwO

You mad lad.

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

Aviaire is gonna log in and be so confused when they see this.

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

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

where the fuck is everyone coming from

do people just read random RPs they're not applying to/a part of?

@stone

You'd be amazed. I find people reading the Pokemon rp I run and I have no idea who they are.