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Persona - The True Self

I feel like I should maybe work on posting more than once a month. Oh, and the Track and Field Club is on Tuesdays and Fridays

Persona - The True Self

Toma Tanaka - Sunday, April 12th Another night out, aimlessly wandering around, hoping to find any sort of clue of the missing boy. The lack of sleep and decent food was taking it's toll on Toma -- his mood swung from calm to furious to apathetic, wondering why he was even still trying. His phone had died hours ago, before he'd been able to let his mother know he wouldn't be coming home again. His muddled brain somehow decided that that was okay, that his parents would assume he was staying at a friends house again or something. Dragging his feet, he stumbled over nothing again, this time taking a fall. He somehow reacted fast enough to get his hands under him, but not fast enough to break the fall properly. He landed hard on his right palm, causing his hand to bend back farther than it should. It took a second for the pain to register, but when it did, Toma certainly felt it. Letting out a string of curses, he quickly picked himself up, cradling his wrist. Touching it gingerly, he decided it wasn't broken -- he'd broken more than his fair share of bones in his lifetime, and it hurt a hell of a lot more than this. It was definitely sprained, though. After cursing a little more, he noticed the sun was peeking over the horizon. Realizing it was Monday, he began making his way home to get ready for school, despite his sleep-deprived state. Monday, April 13th He wasn't sure how he was expecting his parents to react. Or rather, he hadn't even thought about it. They reacted poorly. Unsurprisingly, he supposed. His mother came running to the door when he walked in, face tear-stained and tired. She gave a small yelp of relieved happiness and hugged her son tight, asking him where he'd been and if he was okay. Toma mumbled in response, saying he was fine. Then came the heavier footsteps. Angrier footsteps. Toma gently pushed his mother away and face his father, who was stalking towards him, furious. The man, who was shorter than Toma, but still above average in height, grabbed his son's collar. "Where the hell have you been?" he yelled. "Do you realize how much you worried your mother?" Toma stared into his father's angry eyes, his own dead and tired. He could have explained himself; he could have said he had spent the night looking for his friend's missing brother. He would have gotten off easily -- his father might have told him that that was stupid, and he could have gone about helping in a better, less dangerous way; his mother would tell him that he really should have let them know. A slap on the wrist, but then probably some praise for taking action and trying to help people. But he didn't. Instead, he offered a weak excuse, one that didn't even answer the questions being thrown at him. "My phone died." His father's brow furrowed even further, and he pushed Toma back, raising his fist and taking a swing at the boy. Toma couldn't help but flinch slightly, but he made no attempt to block. After all, he agreed with his father -- this was what he deserved for acting as he did. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, seeing stars. His first thought wasn't about the pain, or the shock of his own father hitting him -- something that had never happened before -- but of how comfy the floor felt. He was sure he'd fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes. Someone knelt over him, probably his mother. Slowly, he felt himself succumb to sleep. He was brought back to his senses by a wave a nausea. All the junk he had eaten, the world spinning around him, and his lack of sleep came together. Pushing himself up with his good hand, he raced to the washroom and vomited. At some point, his mother came in, knelt next to him, and began rubbing his back. After it had passed, she went to get him some water, and he sat alone, ice pack covering his cheekbone to suppress the swelling, though nothing could be done about his wrist at the moment. It hasn't been my weekend, I guess, he thought with a smile. And it wasn't over yet. He didn't know if Noboru was still missing. His mother protested when she realized he had decided to go to school, but he convinced her that he'd be fine. --- At school, he met up with Aiko, who told him that Noboru had been found. Immensely relieved, he sort of shut down for the rest of the day. He was awake, but nothing around him registered -- he had zero clue what his classes had gone over or what homework was assigned. That was fine, he didn't really care at this point. He'd catch up later. Whenever his face and wrist came up, he'd said, with a small smile and laugh, that he'd accidentally ran into a drunk and paid the price. --- When he got home at after school, Toma noted his father's closed door, as it always was. Apparently nothing had changed. The exhausted boy walked right past and up to his room, collapsing onto his bed and falling asleep, fully clothed. Toma Tanaka - Tuesday, April 14th Toma woke up with a fierce hunger and a throbbing face. He managed to get ready and raid the pantries, despite the fact that his good hand was out of commission. It was pretty incredible how much better twelve hours of sleep made him feel. He was definitely still feeling off and tired, but at least he had enough coordination to get by with one hand. It was a huge improvement compared to tripping over his own feet. After School Make himself a paltry breakfast with his left hand was one thing, trying to take notes with it was a much harder task. So hard, in fact, that he quickly completely gave up and instead tried his best to pay better attention. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't do great on test question involving what the class was learning this week. After the bell had gone, he threw his stuff together and rubbed his eyes. Turning to Aiko, he gave his friend a small grin. "We've got Track today. Think you're up for it?" Considering that it was Aiko's own brother who had been missing, Toma figured he'd be just as exhausted.

Chronicle: Second Ascended

Sorry about my lack of activity, I haven't been home since Friday morning. I'm on a plane all day tomorrow, but I might be able to post later at night.

Persona - The True Self

Toma Tanaka

Name: Tanaka Toma

Age: 18

Appearance:

Appearance Description:
His most prominent feature is his height, as he stands at 185 cm, just a touch under 6'1. His overall appearance tends to be disheveled, as he finds himself with little time to put much effort into looking tidy. His rusty-red hair is always a scraggly mess, and he prefers wearing an unzipped track jacket over a plain t-shirt with matching track pants.
Even when he has to dress up more formally, such as wearing his uniform to school, he keeps it as loose and casual as possible, unbuttoning and unzipping everything he can. Despite his aversion to professionalism and general stuffy-ness in his clothing, he has a fondness for plain, dark-colored ties, and always wears one to school. Loosely, of course.

Arcana: Justice

Personality:
Toma is a stoic young man, who tends to gives off a 'cool older brother' kind of vibe - he strives to be approachable, reliable, and someone who others look up to. He's fairly social and is often willing to help out any who ask, even at his own expense.

Though he is hyper-competitive, he's never a sore-loser unless he believes cheating or dishonesty was involved in the event. He does his absolute best to get the highest marks possible, and he loves playing any sport, with soccer being the one he's played most. When he isn't studying or playing around with balls, he spends his time playing competitive multi-player games.

Seeing as he has very little free time, his gaming cuts into his sleep every night. It is very rare that he gets more than three hours of shut-eye a day, and his face shows his lack of sleep. Despite this, he somehow finds enough energy everyday to function properly. Usually.

When he sees others upset or caught in a bad situation, he often takes action to try to fix the problem without knowing all the facts and details. This sometimes causes him to come off as condescending and presumptuous, and at worst as a downright insensitive jerk.

He takes extreme issue with bullying and those who just generally try to make life harder for others. These instances are the only time he shows much emotion, and more often than not, it's anger. He feels compelled to protect those who can't protect themselves, but his rage can cause him to take it too far - there have been a few times in his past where he has gotten violent.

Equipment/Skills:
His stamina and overall strength is very good, letting him be physically active for hours on end. He's tried various martial arts during his life, and still tries to find some time for Judo. Fights with grapples, kicks, punches, knees, and elbows. His equipment consists of elbow-length gauntlets that double as knuckle dusters and a pair of combat knives.

Background:
Toma's history revolves almost exclusively around his younger brother, Taiki. Their ages were barely a year apart, meaning they were very close growing up. Toma was the more outgoing and independent one of the two, while his brother was far quieter and reclusive.

It seemed as though, from the moment Taiki entered school, he was a target for bullying. Taiki would tell Toma about it, and, more than once, Toma punched one of the kids Taiki had told him about. Eventually, kids in the school were afraid enough of Toma that they stopped picking on Taiki. But they also stopped interacting with Taiki at all, making it impossible for the shy boy to make any friends.

When Toma left the school for Middle school, the bullying against Taiki came back with a vengeance. Knowing it was his fault for having dealt with it so terribly, Toma tried his best to comfort his brother, telling him it would get better next year, when the boy would start Middle School.

Taiki's lackluster marks meant he wasn't able to attend the same school as Toma. At first, Toma wasn't too worried about not being able to protect his brother, as he had seen that his 'methods' hadn't really worked anyways. On top of that, Taiki would be surrounded by completely new kids, who would be able to see him for the nice guy that he was.

Those thoughts proved to be too optimistic, as more stories about Taiki being bullied came up. Toma couldn't understand why. Why was Taiki always the one targeted? Why did others seem to only want to make his life miserable? The more he thought about the unfairness of it all, the angrier he got. He became a bitter person, who only showed kindness to his brother. Toma had few friends because of his attitude, but that fact was something he didn't often thought about, as he was too focused on Taiki.

But then Toma started high school, his life got much busier, and his brother's situation started to seem normal. Mundane. After having spent so much time and energy reassuring and trying to help his brother to no avail, he began to care less, telling himself that the problem would solve itself eventually. He still spent time talking with Taiki, but the talks became fewer and fewer.

The two drifted apart over the next three years, and Taiki spiraled further into depression, eventually committing suicide at the age of 16.

Toma was devastated, and he receded from the world. A few months passed, and during this time Toma became the person he is now. After getting over the shock and numbness he felt from losing his best friend, he decided he would do everything in his power to help and protect those that needed it.

Eventually, he and his parents moved to Warakuma, to leave behind the bad memories.

Persona: Cottus

Appearance:

Abilities:
Garu
Rakukaja

And two characters that will probably never matter.

Arata Kimura

Name: Kimura Arata

Age: 18

Height: 175cm

Appearance:

Personality:
Arata is a pretty happy-go-lucky guy overall. He loves meeting new people and has absolutely no issues making conversation, even with complete strangers. Once he learns a name, he never forgets it or the face it goes with. Despite essentially living and breathing track-and-field, he isn't all too competitive, and would rather make sure that everyone has fun.
When it comes to confrontations, however, he seems to lack a backbone. He's a complete push-over, and will always back down when someone tells him off or calls him out. His likable attitude keeps these sort of situations to a minimum, but when they do happen, Arata gets flustered and overwhelmed quickly.

Equipment/Skills:
He's a solid all-around athlete, and is extremely approachable and sociable.

Tsuruko Yamada

Name: Yamada Tsuruko

Age: 16 (first year)

Height: 162 cm

Appearance:

Personality:
Tsuruko is a fairly popular person in her class. Her strange mix of airy politeness, disheveled-yet-attractive appearance, and book smarts draws people to her. Despite her large amount of friends, she has a tendency to stay quiet, being content with simply listening to her friends conversing. When she does speak, however, they always give her their full attention.
From the outside, she looks like someone who's completely put-together and has a bright future. She's surrounded by friends, she does well in school and sports, and the only flaw she seems to have -- exceptional clumsiness -- tends to be viewed as endearing rather than as a real flaw.

Equipment/Skills:
While clumsy most of time, she is very well coordinated when doing physical activity, meaning she has at least a little natural talent at nearly every sport. She does exceptionally well in school, as tests are something she can prepare for, but is a bit slower when it comes to thinking on her feet.

Toma's Theme
Dungeon Theme
Boss Theme

Chronicle: Second Ascended

Character posted. I had a bio going, but it got way too long, so I just took it completely off the sheet and saved it in a note file. If anything needs fixing, let me know and I'll get it done tomorrow.

Chronicle: Second Ascended

Appearance: Isaac stands at 6'1, with a thin, lean build from years of hockey. Having never followed strict workouts, he's not very muscled, but he's certainly in good shape. His dirty-blonde hair is unruly, to the point where he stopped bothering trying to tame it a long, long time ago. He dresses exceptionally simply, never wearing any sort of accessories. He prefers khaki pants and plain shirts, changing between short-sleeved, long-sleeved, and hoodies depending on the temperature. If he's feeling fancy, he'll throw on a striped shirt. Sometimes. Name: Isaac Landry, sometimes goes by 'Izzy' Age: 21 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Study: History Interests: Isaac has very little interests anymore. In the past, he loved comic books, superheroes, and sports. Now, he's left with a fading interest in hockey. Most of his time is spent with, and helping out, other people. Brief bio/personality traits: Isaac exudes a quiet, warm confidence. While quiet, he's not withdrawn at all -- he's very sociable, just not boisterous. He's very accommodating and agreeable, making him approachable. He has no issue with going along with others and being more of a follower, but if he feels strongly enough about something, he's never afraid to take the lead or go off on his own. Finally, he's an exceptionally quick learner, which is the only reason he's made it this far in his schooling. Theme song: That Which You Seek Finds You

Chronicle: Second Ascended

This seems like potential fun. If there's room for one more, I could probably get a CS up in the next few hours.

The True Self - Persona

I won't be the last one to hop on the bandwagon this time.