TentacleLord

Persona: The Darkness comes

The young albino known as Yamashita Sadao was currently brushing his teeth.

His nightly preparations for sleep usually took the better part of twenty minutes, so that left a lot of time for introspection. Between taking his various medications, setting up the futon that he dutifully packed away each morning, and the aforementioned tooth-brushing, the youth found thoughts surfaced to block out the boredom of the habitual work.

For example, how he was going to be taking the always overcrowded subway into school. And the average amount of sickness carried and given in the cramped cars. Or how far behind he'd get if he had to take several sick days at the start of his third year.

Sadao grimaced at his reflection, letting the accumulated toothpaste foam dribble out of the corners of his mouth.

It wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter. The months at the beginning of the new term were cold next to the ocean, and the snows had left behind a deeper chill in the dark mornings that bit at anyone foolhardy enough to step out early in the morning. That meant that the only other option was the sardine-can of public transport that provided more warmth than sickness in these cold times of year.

He leaned over the sink and spat, watching the white bubbles hold onto the spotless surface momentarily before swirling away into oblivion. He reached over for the waiting glass of purified water, swishing the liquid about his mouth before following the white bubbles with another stream of water. The almost translucently pale skin on his hand clung to the albino's fingers as he grabbed the single towel on the small rack next to the sink, carefully rubbing the fluffy cloth over his features until all of the remaining wetness vanished.

Nodding with the satisfaction of a job well done, Sadao strolled over to the futon that took up most of the free space in his room, before lying down and falling asleep nearly instantly.

Unlucky Six - A Modern Day Mage RP

2:01 PM, The Tower

Eliza's snappy response caused the metal-based mage to sigh inwardly.

This was exactly the kind of thing that caused dangerous amounts of stress in the workplace.

With a barely noticeable shrug, Gideon instead turned his focus to the resident homunculus. Despite his misgivings about using someone who was so young outwardly, he knew that the most senior mage would be able to handle herself if the bodily excrement hit the fan.

Although...

"I do have a question about being bait as a whole. Does the killer specifically target young woman? That seems like the most apt reason as to why he inherited the moniker of the Ripper."

Unlucky Six - A Modern Day Mage RP

2:00 PM, The Tower

If there was one thing that Gideon Drake could be proud of, it was that he'd never had to see a family member or friend in one of Lousie's grisly photo sessions. Admittedly, that's because he'd never had much interaction outside of the Six. It made things easier. However... sometimes this meant that he knew them too well. It was no secret that the current Number One had a hatred for the rogue magi that populated their work. Even the relatively in the short time he'd known her(Compared to Mr. Lucas, or Lucille), there was only a few options that he hadn't taken to ease try that tension, and none of the remaining worked very well in the crowded and dark lounge. The only option, for the moment, was to wait it out.

Of course, Louise's casual insults didn't help the time he had to do said waiting out.

Gideon tugged at his neckline, swallowing nervously as he tiptoed around Eliza's fuming form. It wasn't that he was scared of her anger, or anything silly... like... .

He glanced again at the red-headed woman and her deepening frown.

...that. On second thought, he was definitely scared of the aristocratic Valstelt's anger. He'd have to find a way to cheer her up instead. After they finished with the mission, of course. Perhaps a cup of tea? Or perhaps-

His inner monologue was cut short by Louise's businesslike question.

Time to act like a professional, then.

The young Drake cleared his throat noisily, looking around awkwardly at his comrades as he put forth his own question:

"Are there any records of families that have this sort of affinity? Like, flesh or blood or something similar?"

He fumbled with his hands, focusing intently on making it seem like he had a purpose.

"You know, if you can find out."

Persona: The Darkness comes

Ah, thanks, I'll edit it then.

Persona: The Darkness comes

Kumori Master said
Your picture doesn't seem to work right, you might try using this link instead.

Doesn't seem to be centered for me, but that's the only issue that I can see. What's happening on your end?

Persona: The Darkness comes

Let's add another to the ever grow list of pale-haired japanese teenagers:

Name: Yamashita Sadao
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthday/Birthplace/Nationality: October 4th/Tanegashima/Japanese

Clubs/Extracurricular activities: Cooking Club. Enjoys watching the many sports clubs.
Occupation: Works part-time as a host for one of the smaller cafes in the pier area.
Weapon: An antique rifle that's been in the Yamashita family for generations. Its history dates back to the Sengoku Era.

Appearance:

A 176 centimeter adolescent with a shock of colorless hair. Slightly underweight and unhealthily pale, with thin jawline and sunken eyes. Albino, with a host of medical problems to prove it.
Personality: A gentle and polite man. He's seen as overly formal, and thus has difficulty making close friends. Despite this, when it comes to fight for what he thinks is right, Sadao's the kind of person who will fight past his limits.
Backstory: Born and raised on the island of Tanegashima, Sadao was always a sickly child. His parents despaired for their little darling's poor immune system, and kept him away from the outside world until his weak defenses against the microscopic horrors of the world healed. Unfortunately, this had an adverse effect on his condition, and thus he was put on several medications simultaneously to prevent it from worsening any further. His house became a simple pill cabinet for the shut-in son of the Yamashita family.
In order to escape the ever present reminder that he'd never be able to enjoy things that other people took for granted, Sadao insisted that he transfer to the mainland for high school. He tested into Hirameki City's Satoru High, and joined(After much insistence on his part) at the beginning of his freshman year.
Sadao's still on a ever-present diet of medications, but has adjusted well to his new life. He's known as a kind and gentle upperclassman to his juniors, and a perfect gentleman to his elders.
Likes: Fresh air, kind people, autumn, insects and various other creepy-crawlies.
Dislikes: His myriad of illnesses, hospitals, the color red. He absolutely despises when health is taken for granted.

Persona: Somnus
Arcana: Death
Skills: Mudo, Zio, Soul Break
Strengths/Weaknesses: Resists Dark, Weak to Light

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

Mostly complete, only with some touch-ups here and there.

Appearance:

Name: Darren Winslow

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Role: Hesitating Husband

Likes: Meeting new people, traveling, volunteering to help the homeless. He likes nearly all animals. He's overly fond of tuna.

Dislikes: Questions into his home life, mentions of his fiance's career.

Personality: Outgoing and cheerful. Despite initial misgivings, he's friendly and kind to nearly everyone he meets. Has a habit of overly praising people to the point of misunderstandings. Has a bit of a savior complex.

Relationships: He's getting married to the formerly poor Beverly Saunders.

Biography: Born into a well-off family and spent many of his early years making friends with his various classmates. Darren felt that he didn't make any enemies when he left, and moved into an apartment with Beverly Saunders three years after graduation. He's spent most of his life by her side, trying to make ends meet and take care of the little issues that pop up due to her unfortunate side-job.

Other Notes: Works as a door-to-door salesman to pay the bills. Has a few more illegal side-jobs as a result of his never-ending quest to help Beverly get back on her feet.

Unlucky Six - A Modern Day Mage RP

Resident battery pack, present.

Unlucky Six - A Modern Day Magi RP, Limited Acceptance!

Gotcha, I'll shift it to a tutor and/or family members.

Edit: Boom. Done.

Unlucky Six - A Modern Day Magi RP, Limited Acceptance!

Numba 5

Name: Gideon Drake
]Number: 5
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: A harried young man who stresses over the well-being and mental health of his teammates. Despite this, he’s secretive when it comes to his own issues, feeling that he doesn't want to bother anyone.
Almost disturbingly uncaring when it comes to people outside his direct circle of comrades.
He's also surprisingly quick-witted when it comes to getting out of paperwork.
Abilities: Born into the Drake family, a mid-teir clan of mages known for their affinity for metal, Gideon possesses an exceptionally large pool of low quality mana. He actually knows very few spells due to this, instead perfecting his few abilities to make up for what others can in variety. At their base, all Gideon’s spells revolve around the movement and control of pure metals(Alloys don’t work for him). In most cases, he is able to solve problems by hurling many iron and silver spikes at the target. He can also use this ability to bind down rogue mages without killing them.
His most complex and complete spell is the Golem. A constantly fueled puppet that Gideon can control from afar, the seven foot avatar of hulking metal that is known as the Golem is the key to the young Drake’s offensive talent. Made entirely of folded iron, the massive frame operates like a battering ram, its joints worked by Gideon’s magic. Despite the advantage this gives him in long range-engagements, the limits of his lower quality mana show at distances and places beyond his line of sight. At these points, the Golem becomes sluggish and predictable, often halting movement entirely as Gideon tries to move to a better location.
As a whole, he uses his powers in a supporting fashion as he’s unreliable in a fight at worst. The Golem can be used to fight his battles alongside his partners by taking and giving blows where Gideon could not, along with the arsenal of metal that he can hurl from a distance.
Equipment: Given his affinity and quality of mana, Gideon relies heavily on his equipment.
Two dozen knives of pure iron, along with a longsword of the same metal, along with six silver rings carried in his pockets. The parts for the Golem are only carted around when the hunting operation proper has started. Outside of that, Gideon is unusually fond of well-tailored dress-shirts.
History: Gideon’s exceptional talents were hidden from a young age due to a design oversight in his teaching. Despite the backing and encouragement from his family, Gideon’s young years proved disastrous for both his social skills and magical capability. He was never able to cast anything complex enough to please either his tutors or his family nor was he able to do anything impressive enough to make friends.
His exceptional talent as a mana provider and battery was discovered soon after he enter the college at a low level and proved that he could outlast the professor when casting basic spellcraft. After a few more tests were run on him, the young Drake was quickly accepted into the ranks of more experimental magi.
Upon their urging and support, he joined the Unlucky Six less than three months later. If nothing else, Gideon had found a place where he could finally use his talents to their fullest extent.