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Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710}
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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 0 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3}

Attributes:
HP – 55 (810)
MP – 60 (660)
SP – 60 (690)
STR – 65 (98)
AGI – 52 (74)
END – 50 (65)
DEX – 65 (80)
LUC – 70 (78)

Abilities:
▶ Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
▶ Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
▶ Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
▶ Reinvigorate _{Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack.}
▶ Fluid Power _{Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill.}
▶ Harmonic Cycles _{Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round.}
▶ Art of the Split Soul _{Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 15883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Common Antidote x2

Equipment

• Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX
  • Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END
  • Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15.
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI
  • 10% resistance to Restraint effects.
• Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX
  • 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain.
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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The longer they stayed in the room, the more Ames started to feel that they shouldn't be here. She was getting chills all up and down her back, and the sheer wrongness she felt was threatening to make her physically ill. It was the kind of feeling one got watching a horror movie and seeing a character run head first into the killer's lair. The character was oblivious, but the viewer was stuck knowing how bad the situation was and not being able to do anything about it. It felt creepy and bad. And it was getting worse.

While normally she could appreciate the others' attempts at being suave or weaseling some payment out of these obviously destitute snake people, right now it was giving her a headache. She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of, are you guys serious right now? Do ANY of you feel this?? but she was interrupted by a well time reference from Klein. Her shoulders drooped and she opened the party chat.

"Oh I'll tell you how I feel," Ames said, responding to Mags while she cut a glance towards Sarasa. She voiced her feelings in the private party chat, and once she had Amulak and Raime on her side Ames felt that was good enough to start the process of getting the fuck out.

Sorry, Lew, the redhead thought to herself, maybe someday we'll come back for you.

"We can't help you, sorry. We have other missions to do, and people to find." Just saying that lifted some of the heaviness Ames felt - but not nearly enough to feel comfortable sticking around with these lamia. "You know how to find us though, Lugh."

Despite the confident words, Ames was so eager to leave that he was already backing out of the door they'd come through, ready to sprint away at a moment's notice.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Berserker Proposal

BERSERKER

True Name: Yomotsu-shikome

Appearance: A wretched creature. Berserker is a denizen of the underworld; her skin is taunt, dusty and pale. Her hair is wild and unkempt, and sprouting from it are two dark, thick horns denoting her species. On her face Berserker wears a simple mask, as beneath it her visage is horribly rotten. Sagging skin, sharp gnashing teeth, and large bright eyes adorn the face of one that among all beings living in the underworld, is the one most described as "ugly." She is short and thin, but despite her appearance she radiates demonic strength.

Sex: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Attribute: Earth

History: A resident of the Japanese underworld, Yomi, Berserker (known as Yomotsu-shikome or simply "Shikome") spent most of her days indulging herself - terrorizing spirits and lesser monsters, dressing herself in stolen trinkets in a parody of those living above, and devouring anything she could get her hands on. When satisfied, she'd spend the rest of the time lounging. Her existence was a lonesome one. However, it came that one day the Goddess Izanami died and came to Yomi. Naturally, many inhabitants were curious about her. Berserker was no exception, and she struck up many conversations with the sullen Goddess. Berserker was a disgusting creature even for an oni, yet Izanami showed no loathing for her. Similarly, as Izanami's appearance degraded and her body decomposed, Berserker felt even closer to her. One might even say that the two of them, Goddess and demon, became friends.

When Izanami's husband, the God Izanagi, ventured into the underworld to rescue his wife, Berserker for the first time in her life felt conflicted. Because she had come to befriend Izanami, Berserker hoped that the Goddess could return to what made her happy, her life and husband. Yet, Berserker would be lonely should that happen. Berserker didn't have to consider her conflicting feelings long - Izanagi offended his wife by seeking a peek at her decaying form against her wishes and tried to flee Yomi. Distraught, Izanami bade Berserker to chase him down - and that she did.

Her mission to chase after Izanagi and drag him down into the depths of the underworld was in retribution was the only order Berserker had ever been given in her life. It was also the first time anyone relied on her. So she gave it her all. The chase itself was savage fun, but the want to tear Izanagi's head from his shoulders really spurred her on. She was zealous in her pursuit, destroying everything in her path to get to Izanagi. As she gained on him, there was one thing that held her back: her appetite. Despite her want to rip the God apart for betraying her friend, whenever he threw food over his shoulder, Berserker had to stop and eat it. She burned so much energy during the chase that to not eat it would mean she would never catch him. In the end, she didn't end up capturing Izanagi. The God lastly threw a peach at her, something she hated with all her heart, and when she hesitated Izanagi took the opportunity to seal off the entrance to Yomi, separating the world of the living and the dead forever.

Having failed her mission, Berserker returned to Izanami's side and vowed to make it up to her someday.

Personality: Though the concept doesn't exist for her, Berserker embodies sin. Prideful, greedy, gluttonous and even slothful. And as an oni, she enjoys destruction and has a temper. At her core, Berserker is a being that looks after herself. She does what is best for herself, and rarely takes others' opinions into consideration. She just isn't used to being with anyone besides her self. She is technically capable of working within a team, but can't be trusted not to go off alone or sacrifice others to save her own life. She is brash, crude; says and does whatever she pleases whenever she pleases. A selfish existence through and through.

It is nearly impossible to get through to her on a personal level - the only other person to do so was a literal divine being.

The defining aspect of Berserker is her appetite. She loves to eat and drink like most oni, but Berserker considers herself a connoisseur in all things edible. Of course, this includes things like human beings. Though she can appreciate the rich foods and exquisite cuisine of Earth, she will eat anything... well, except for a certain fruit.

Parameters:
STR: B
AGI: A+
END: B+
MAN: C
LCK: C

Class Skills

• MAD ENHANCEMENT B

A skill that raises a servant's basic parameters and strengthens their physical abilities in exchange for their sense of reason and the hindering of their mental capacity. At this rank all parameters are ranked up. Of course, because of Berserker's nature as an oni and underworld creature, her mentality is already incompatible with human beings so she doesn't really suffer any demerit.

Personal Skills

• DEMONIC NATURE OF ONI (SPIRIT) A

A skill that represents the power and true nature of oni. Normally this skill would power Berserker up substantially in a way similar to the skills Monstrous Strength or Mana Burst. While her strength is still beyond what a human is capable of, her nature as a spirit being residing in the underworld informs this version of the skill. Quicker movements, moving through objects while in her corporeal form, and a cold, dread presence manifests from this skill.

• HUNGER B

Equal parts curse and skill, it reinforces the ravenous nature of Berserker and makes it extremely hard to resist going after food sources in sight. Hunger also converts more energy from eating into mana, making it possible to replenish or sustain her mana reserves so long as she is fed. In function it is similar to Independent Action, with some stipulations. She is not above eating humans and other servants - in fact, eating pieces of creatures high in magical ability such as these work especially well to rejuvenate her and 'fill her mana tank,' so to speak.

• BLESSING OF THE GODDESS D

Tasked with chasing down the God Izanagi by his wife, Berserker's agility and endurance increase whenever she is in pursuit of a target. This skill is a little touch of the divine, spurring Berserker on to catch her prey. It imbues her with the hunting instincts of a predator, making her even more deadly and tenacious as she constantly pursues her target, becoming more proficient the longer the chase goes on. Her blood really starts pumping during a chase.

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Yomotsu-hisame
Title: Ring Out, Thunder of Yomi
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: -
Targets: 8
Description: Berserker's Noble Phantasm draws not only from the myth of her pursuit, but also encapsulates a popular reading of her tale that describes her not as a single being, but a group of demons. With a crack of lightning and loud clap of thunder, she splits herself into eight. Each eight is identical in appearance and personality, but they are not a hivemind. Each operate separately, able to pursue different targets or employ strategies as complex as an oni can come up with. Although individually each Berserker is weaker than the servant as a whole, their numbers and vicious dogging of their prey more than make up for the loss of strength.

...of course, this alone does not a complete, chilling tale make. Berserker's mission was to capture Izanagi and drag him back to Yomi. The claws of all eight Berserkers are filled with that promise. If they were to seize someone with their claws, their prey would "fall into the underworld." Every wound, every touch, drains the force of their life until the victim succumbs to "death" and is dragged to Yomi for a permanent stay.

Goodevening~

Welcome! Always nice to see new faces. The welcome PM you get has some good information in it. The only other advice I can offer for new people is that this forum has a tab system, which is a little different from other RP forums. If you peek into some RPs you will see there is a tab for in-character, out of character, and character sheets - so the whole roleplay is contained in one thread vs. having a separate OOC thread.

Anyway, hope you have fun!

World of Light

Word Count: 794 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 10/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The sound of his name drew the Cadet's attention to Link, who'd made his way over to him and was speaking quietly, telling the Cadet of his plan. It was a bold one. Dangerous to be sure, but their whole situation was dangerous regardless. He asked if the Cadet could run, and the mini monster hunter took a steadying breath and offered Link a weak grin.

"Yeah," he lied. He would force his limbs to move with sheer willpower if it came down to it.

Moreau's stomping and labored breath got the boy's attention, and for a moment the Cadet thought he'd have to move a lot sooner than expected. Surprisingly though, the mutant's path took him away from them. He was on course to intercept that living diving the suit, the false-Mirage - or whatever had gone on there. His short existence came to an end with a few belly flops from the monstrous Moreau. About that time, the rest of their crew made their way out of the command center, and three of them made a beeline to where he and Link were. They all seemed shaken up, with good reason, and immediately they all launched in to quick, urgent discussion about what they should be doing.

Ace Cadet was initially glad for all the back up that appeared, the more they talked about 'suicidal' plans for escaping as Geralt put it, the more the Cadet was reminded of a certain time in the Everwood, years ago now. Of being desperate to escape that strange, dark monster with the Ace Lancer, and the Caravan's Hunter stalling for time. He winced when drawing the parallels between the two situations. If he hadn't been acting like a Jhen Moron then maybe both could have been prevented. Ever the optimistic though, the Cadet pushed the thought that they all had survived the Everwood back then, and so it stood to reason if the two situations were so similar then they would survive her and now in the belly of the Maw, too.

The Cadet stood up fully, letting go of his metal support and wobbling for a moment. He didn't fall over, so that was a huge win as far as he was concerned. There had been a lot of plans being thrown around, the most recent of which was Geralt's proposal of "cheating." The Cadet followed the other boy's gesture to find he was pointing at where Nadia, Mimi and Junior were scampering toward the exit.

"...the fan?" he guessed. That might work but it would still require putting one or more of them in harm's way for a distraction. Or maybe not, as Kamek offered another option from above. When the Cadet looked up he could see that many of the others were already en route to the elevator. The boys (and Sakura) really needed to get a move on too. The Cadet took a step, and when he still didn't fall over he took another more confident one.

"Let's get going," he said, "make a run for it now while he's distracted, then we can pick one of these Kut-kurazy plans on the move. We just gotta get out of his reach until everyone's out."

He looked at Mirage, who'd offered to stick close to the Cadet. "It's okay. You're gonna have to be in a good enough spot to help people with that weird little bowgun anyway, right? I can make it," he promised. As comforting as having Mirage help him out would be, the Cadet would much rather have him helping the others. Maybe the Cadet was a little embarrassed about having to be escorted due to his own mistake too, but the only evidence of that was the mild tint of red on his face. That could have been from anything though.

At that point, Blazermate came swooping in and scooped the little hunter up - and then the embarrassment on his face was a lot more apparent. He wasn't going to complain though, since she was healing his wounds. Soon enough all the cuts and scraps closed up, the little smudges of blood left behind the only evidence they were there at all.

"Okay now I can definitely make it," he said once Blazermate set him down. "Thanks. Now let's go quick before that Kecha-wacko comes back over! If he catches up to us then..." he glanced between everyone gathered, "...we'll just go with Link's first plan, just bash him good with whatever we got!"

The old reliable strategy: just wing it and use whatever they had on hand. The Cadet ushered the others to get moving, and didn't wait around to start climbing himself either. With luck they could get to the elevator before Moreau could get to them.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{Barclay Waterfront University Campus : between 1000-1100 hours}
Harriette hadn't expected the student to startle as badly as he did. He must have been in a deeper sleep than she'd assumed. Though she tried to keep her features smooth and not embarrass the boy further, it was clear in Harriette's eyes that she felt bad about having spooked him like that. She would have gathered up the papers and left with an awkward apology, had she anywhere else to go. Since she didn't, that meant the both of them were stuck in an uncomfortable silence. Harriette murmured a 'thank you' to the student for giving her some more space. Just before settling in to get to work, and just after the room's other occupant had buried himself in his phone, they were joined by a third.

It was a female student, one that Harriette though she might have remembered the name of if her head had been in the right place. Then again, many students looked familiar to her. Even the young man in the room with them, when he'd raised his head Harriette had felt the tickling feeling of recognition in her brain. Harriette returned the girl's wave, and in response to her question Harriette nodded. After a moment of no response from the other student, the red head glanced over to find him still focused on the little screen in front of him.

"It's fine," Harriette said to the girl - Melly? Nyla? - speaking for both of them. "Long day already?"

While the room's new arrival curled up into her nap position, Harriette got started on her own plan. Essays were something she enjoyed reading usually. As far as the 'favors' she was usually asked for, this one was nothing. It wasn't too much work, nor was it degrading. In fact it was, literally, grading. She couldn't help but pity the poor students that had been assigned an essay over the break when they should have focused on spending time with their family. It was painfully obvious which ones were hastily written the night before. Dutifully Harriette marked spelling errors, grammatical issues, and questionable statements. At some point she thought about going easy on them. It would probably be a relief to most of the students, maybe even score their professor some points with them. Harriette spun her pen in her hand as she considered it. The work wasn't as good a distraction as she'd thought it would be. She was almost glad when someone cleared their throat. Harriette looked up to see the male student looking at her.

It was then that his name clicked in her head. Barney Rynsburger. He was part of the morning Principles of English Composition class she assisted with. The one they'd both been in just a little while ago. That explained his behavior earlier, and it must have been very embarrassing because in hindsight it did seem like he had been caught slacking off by staff. She cringed internally when Barney mentioned his performance in class, all but confirming what Harriette had suspected. She didn't interrupt him to correct the misunderstanding, letting Barney vent. He'd always seemed like a good guy, helpful and cooperative when his looks might have suggested otherwise. With other things on Harriette's mind that morning, it was safe to say she hadn't noticed any lack of motivation on Barney's part, but his genuine apology created a small pit of guilt in her stomach. She might not be a teacher quite yet, and they weren't far enough apart in age that Harriette could really say she felt any responsibility for Barney, but she hadn't even noticed that one of 'her' students was struggling.

"It's alright, I understand. No need to apologize." She remembered the struggles of being a Freshman quite well, and how she'd struggled to make ends meet before being able to afford college. She searched her still frazzled brain for anything she could say to encourage the young man, but he went on and pointed out something on her face.

"...of course I do," she sighed, hanging her head slightly. She'd been so flustered with one little incident after another this morning. How completely crazy she must have looked with her make-up smudged and a replacement top that didn't quite match her skirt, going from room to room looking for space.

"Thank you," she said, though she didn't sound particularly grateful. She pushed the essays in front of her into a neat pile out of the way and pulled a compact out of her bag. Third time's the charm, she thought, preparing to fix her face. At that point Barney was beginning to shuffle out, and Harriette was going to let him. She couldn't stand in the way of a student getting ready for their next class. After a moment's hesitated though she turned away from the small mirror in her hand and gave Barney her full attention.

"Barney, there are people and programs out there to help," she said, hoping it didn't sound too condescending. The guy wasn't an idiot, he might have already given everything a try. Harriette wasn't naive enough to think everything would work if someone just tried hard enough, but saying anything else felt like admitting defeat. She tried a smile on, but was sure it came out forced and more than a little lopsided, with half of her face cleaned and covered up and the other messy and tired. She swallowed a lump in her throat in preparation for the next thing she was about to say. "If you need anything, I'll do my best to help too. Otherwise what is my position even for?"

God, it felt a whole lot like lying. She had a lot on her plate already, all she'd be able to offer was disappointment if he ever asked and she couldn't come through. But if she couldn't even help one struggling student, what was she even studying for? Some teacher-to-be she was. Suddenly the last few years of her life felt heavier than ever. I can still do it. Just a little longer, and I'll move away. Start over, again.

She couldn't bare to look at the student any longer and so she didn't, going back to fixing her make-up. Every now and then though she would glance at the other student in the room, and eventually the girl's name came to her mind as well. Mila Ford. She was another of 'Harriette's' students, though in a different class. What were the odds?

"I hope we didn't keep you awake," she said softly to Mila, doing the finishing touches of her mascara.

World of Light

Word Count: 633 (+1 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 8/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The Cadet didn't quite take pleasure in hearing the little noises of pain coming from Moreau, but it was good to know that what he was doing was effective in some way. Enough to stall the mutant, at least a little. Between the little red head being a physical nuisance and Kamek a mental one, it was going alright. The Cadet even chanced a look around to see how Link, Nadia, and Junior were faring.

This was a rookie mistake. When he looked back to Moreau the monster was rolling onto his back. The Cadet was surprised, not expecting him to take such a position with all the exposed eyes on the top of his body. The Ace Cadet had been underestimating Moreau the whole time, treating him like a simple monster acting on it's instincts, but the mutant had a human brain in there somewhere - and now though the Cadet scrambled to get out of the way, he was too late when Moreau pushed up with his claws and tore apart the whole platform.

Very suddenly the Cadet was in the air. He'd been too caught off guard to even shout, just flailing his arms and legs silently as he was thrown. There was no slinger to save him or armor to help the impact from the fall. It was a few long, torturous seconds as he flew before he smashed into the group a few dozen feet away, landing amidst all of the scrap metal littering the ground.

It probably worried the others that he didn't immediately climb to his feet. The Cadet laid where he fell just blinking up at what remained of the upper catwalks and the darkness beyond them, trying to catch his breath. His head hurt, his stomach was cramping (though he didn't know if that was the curse or the fall, or both) and he could tell he was cut up from the small sections of hot pain in various areas of his body, but he was alive and otherwise alright. He could still feel his arms and legs, but they were heavy. Fatigue was definitely catching up to him now.

Slowly, gingerly he pushed himself to sit upright. His eyes snapped first to the present threat of Moreau, to make sure he wouldn't need to attempt a quick escape of the mutant decided to come after him. Then, he blinked down at himself. There were holes torn all over his clothes - as expected, landing in a bunch of twisted up metal with sharp edges resulted in a bunch of shallow scrapes, scratches, and cuts on his limbs and head. None life threatening, though most were bleeding lightly. Thank goodness he hadn't been impaled. Deeming himself healthy enough to move, the Cadet attempted getting to his feet. It was slow going, as it felt like there were weights tied around his wrists and ankles. This really, really Giggisux, he thought to himself.

He looked up again for signs of danger, and instead noticed that Mirage and Geralt had made their way into the area and were setting up a way to cross to the exit. It was good to see the former looked alright afterhis stint in that weird chair. So they'd made it! Surely the others that were in the Command Center would be making their way over soon as well. Reinvigorated, the Cadet gripped tight to a larger piece of metal with one hand and forced himself to stand. The other hand he'd noticed was closed around one handle of the clippers still like it had been his lifeline during his fall. His whole hand was white and shaking as he held onto it. Just a little more, they just had to hang in there a little more and then everyone would be out!

Pokémon: New Horizons

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Thanks goodness everything was calming down. Botan could feel the relief spread through and her body untense more with every word the others spoke. Isla was speaking sense, Arlo and Ferris were apologizing, and Felix was still willing to group up! Truly the best case scenario considering the circumstances. Even when Arlo was dragging a few feet away from them by the newcomer, Botan kept the pleasant expression on her face. If they'd navigated through that little bit of drama, surely they could do it with whatever the blue haired man had going on too! While Arlo and the woman (who looked suspiciously similar to him... Botan would assume they were family, but considering the trouble assumptions had just caused she wasn't about to speak her thoughts aloud) talked, Botan clapped her hands together and addressed the rest of the group.

"I am so pleased to hear you say that Felix," she said, "and that everyone has apologized. I can see you are all mature enough to own up to your mistakes. Good, good!"

With tensions simmering down, Jarvis took a step back to give the humans some space again. Botan turned to him after the PA announcement and bid him to fetch her bags. There was a bit a staring contest between him and his ward, but in the end he relented and headed to the ship's interior. Botan turned back to everyone else.

"And I agree, Professor Gavins," she said, giddiness in her voice over Isla's title, "decency and manners! And patience! And... cooperation! We will all do just fine. Oh... I can't wait to get started."

Oh yes, everything was coming up Botan. She was about to explore an uncharted island. She was going to get her very own Pokédex. Maybe even some Pokéballs too, maybe she could catch her own Pokémon?! Plus her group was formed with some very interesting people in it, and for once Jarvis wasn't fussing over her. Maybe the Machamp was excited for their adventure too? It's been a while since he'd gotten out of the house properly. Fighting-types needed a lot of exercise, this would be good for him. For the both of them!

She hummed happily, waving at Arlo as he returned to them, and then at Ferris who was walking off to give another apology to the blue haired woman. Which, speaking of...

"Was that person someone you know, Arlo?" Botan asked, tipping her head curiously. "I'm sure we can make room for one more."

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{Barclay Waterfront University Campus : 1000 hours}
Just focus... get your head out of the clouds, Harriette.

The morning felt like it was just dragging on, and her mind was being weighed down by her earlier conversation with Rowen. In terms of previous interactions with the professor, that one hadn't even been that bad in hindsight - so why did she have this heavy feeling? Harriette's thoughts were stormy and unfocused, but she could only hope the sleepy students of the morning class couldn't tell. The first day back after break, most of them were interested in anything but the lesson, so her chances were pretty good. While the class was shuffling out, Harriette was idly sorting papers. It might not have been apparent to the students that she was wrapped up in her own head, but it was obvious to the English professor she'd been assisting.

"Are you alright?" The professor asked. He seemed more curious than anything, which Harriette supposed was the nature of scholars. All busybodies. Slowly her hands came to a stop, the stack of paperwork in her hand having been neatly stacked a couple times over already.

"Yes," she said. She didn't offer anything else in way of an answer at first, but it didn't seem like the man was keen to go anywhere without a little more reassurance. Nosy, she thought, but kept her silence.

"Well, if you say so. You seem tired," he said, and this time Harriette could hear the sympathy in his voice - but it wasn't what she'd honed in on. He'd said she looked tired. It nearly broke her right there. She didn't hear his next words about how the first day back was always rough, or how he hoped the rest of the day went better for her as he stepped away to go to his office. Tired. Harriette bit her lip, upset and nearly trembling. The old man didn't mean anything by it, but didn't he know you shouldn't tell a woman she looked tired?

Taking a deep breath, Harriette collected her things and hustled out of the classroom, heading right for the nearest women's restroom. She was glad to see that no one was in there at the moment, so when she slammed her bag on the sink and stared into the mirror she didn't feel like she was making a scene. I am tired, but like hell am I going to look it. Studying her face's reflection, Harriette determined that she could use a little touching up. There was a frown on her face that wouldn't seem to budge, which was probably making her look worse than she wanted to. She spent some time reapplying her makeup, and once she was more or less satisfied Harriette checked her schedule. There was plenty of time before her next class.

Alright. Let's try and get some work done, she thought. She opened the door and exited the restroom, only to run smack into a a shorter woman who just had to have been holding a drink in her hand. The collision itself was nothing, but it startled the younger student and the contents of her cup went flying, splashing the both of them.

"Oh my God, I'm - I'm so sorry!" The girl screeched, waving her hands in mild panic. She started babbling, running into the restroom and returning with wads of paper towels in her arms, which she shoved into Harriette's hands. "I didn't expect someone to - sorry, sorry! At least it won't stain I think?"

It smelled sweet. It was probably juice, which most definitely would stain. Harriette summoned all of the patience and calm she could find within herself and let out a long sigh.

"It's fine. I have a change of clothes. You - take care of yourself," she told the girl. Briskly, Harriette headed down the hall. Then down the stairs to the lobby, out the door of the college and to the parking lot. Unfortunately though she could eat in the faculty lounge, she couldn't park in the faculty lot, but the walk gave her some time to cool down. This morning sucked, but maybe with every little thing piling up now it would make the afternoon more tolerable. Alright, universe, just get everything out of the way now, she thought to herself as she reached her car and popped the trunk. As if granting her facetious wish, Harriette's phone chimed off a new message.

LR: essays on desk from morning class, by tomorrow. thx! 😉

"Still with the act. She must have had a great break," Harriette murmured to herself, reading the text over. Honestly, she was glad for the distraction right now. Working on something like grading essays was something she could focus on, and tune out the rest of the world in the process. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was around, Harriette ducked into her car and changed her top before making her way back toward the building.

While climbing the steps to the front entrance Harriette paused, noticing a long and thing crack in the concrete. When had that happened? Was there some kind of cold snap recently? Her eyes trailed the line and found that nearby where it ended, another one ran up part of the brick of the building's exterior wall. It was odd, it didn't move with the bricks at all, instead running straight over them like it was draped there. Harriette lingered, staring, but a gust of November wind urged her inside after a few moments. She headed towards a familiar office to collect the work assigned, and then looked for a quiet place she could settle down in. Unfortunately, but not unsurprisingly, many of the campus' study rooms were packed with people already. Friends catching up, students getting a head start on projects. Harriette would much rather keep looking than go back to the office, so she made the trek to the opposite end of the building in hopes of finding a room that wasn't at capacity.

She poked her head into one, and blessedly it wasn't full. In fact there was only one person in it, a student with his arms folded and head pressed against the table. Was he catching a nap or something? Harriette went in and placed her things down on a table. She didn't get the sense that the student was sleeping... maybe dozing at best. If she were in his position she would hate to wake up and see a stranger in the room with her, so she quietly cleared her throat before announcing her prescence.

"...studying?" She asked first, a lame joke for an icebreaker. Once she got the student's attention she gestured to the paperwork she was spreading out. "Do you mind if I work in here?"

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At first things were going quite well. Excellent, even, although Felix didn't look quite as enthusiastic as his words would imply (he did say it was "great" and "exciting" after all). Botan's cheerful smile was in place while the three from the lower deck introduced themselves. She was especially excited once Isla and Ferris mentioned their occupations. An accomplished trainer and a photographer? Lovely, they'd have plenty of protection and some physical memories to share! Plus a professor? A real professor?! Botan's eyes were practically star-shaped. Isla probably knew all there was to know about Pokémon! Yes, everything was going splendidly.

Until.

At about the same time as Felix, Botan's face instantly resembled a tamato berry. The sudden heat blooming on her cheeks made it look like steam was coming from her ears too. "U-um, wait, we aren't..."

The follow up comment from Ferris was kind of harsh too - not to mention the butlers of the Naito family would never dress like that. Botan's quieter corrections were drowned out but Felix's louder objections. She looked a little hurt when Felix stepped away from her, but tried to compose herself after a bit of nervous laughter. Sensing that she was becoming distressed, Jarvis stepped up behind Botan for support - and to fix all of the boys gathered with a look of warning. Only Isla was spared.

"Well... s-sorry about the confusion," Botan said. She coughed into her fist to clear her throat. "Yes, he and I just met. We are all strangers... but not for long!"

The shore of the island was in view, so if the lot of them were grouping up they would have to seal the deal now, lest any of them wanted to take their chances finding a group once already on land. With this in mind, Botan brought the smile back to her face, but if it was a little smaller than before the only one who'd be able to tell was herself. She wouldn't take 'no' for an answer!

"I think we would all do well together," she said. Slowly she turned to Felix, giving him an apologetic look. "Which includes you. You don't really mean that, right...?" Botan glanced at the Mawile, hoping it could convince her trainer. Meanwhile a Pokémon came running up the stairs, followed by another and a young woman. Botan blinked in surprise. Maybe with his intrusion, the focus could shift away from Felix and he would reconsider? Botan didn't want to lose the person "she" recruited if possible.

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Pariah

S O L
S O L

^{“If I can't find my knight in shining armor, then I'll just have to play one myself!”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Amelia Miller Persona Sollune Pathos Thyrien Role Tank Weapon of Choice Longsword Domains Light Darkness Manifestation Protection Playstyle & Attitude Protective and supportive. Beautiful spells that focus on defense or drawing enemy aggression, keeping the danger away from allies. Enthusiastic team player. A model prince charming overlaid on a tomboy who doesn't watch her mouth. Will fight you to defend a lady's honor, or just because you are getting on her nerves. ♫♬

A M E L I A M I L L E R: H O L D I N G O U T F O R A H E R O A M E L I A M I L L E R: H O L D I N G O U T F O R A H E R O ________________________________________________________________________________________ When Amelia's brother died, it hit her hard. Really, really hard. In between a paranoid, workaholic mother and an unreliable, ex-felon father, Austin was the single stable stone to which she could cling to. When they uprooted their lives every year or two and moved, he was there. When their parents fought until their dad finally walked out, he was there. When Amelia had to stay late for soccer practice, Oz would pick her up on his bicycle afterward, and when she got into a fight with a friend and cried about it at home he would pat her head and tell her the stupidest joke she ever heard. Austin and Amelia were best friends, so when he was gone, it left a huge hole in her heart. Amelia's life did not revolve around Austin, but with the physical absence of her father and emotional absence of her mother, the heavy loss of her brother colored that life. She sought out male companionship, starting with Austin's friends. They understood what she was feeling, and still called her by the nickname he had given her, "Ames." When the Millers, down to two now, inevitably moved away she easily fell in with new groups of guys. Amelia was simple, sporty, and a little rough around the edges; her decently cute face and girl next door vibe didn't hurt either. However when she approached adulthood, her time spent chilling on the couch playing games with the boys turned to joining the dating pool. She had always been a romantic at heart, and she had a desire she was sure a lot of other girls had: to fall for a kind man who would whisk her away from her dead end life. Especially now that she felt so alone. She didn't have the smarts, looks, or talent to escape it on her own. Unfortunately no matter how many men she dated, from sleazeballs to nice guys, it didn't work out for her. Her girl friends said she was too picky, her exes told her no one would treat a tomboy with no social filter like a princess. But as far as she was concerned, if they couldn't even beat a two dimensional love interest from a video game then what did they know? She kept trying. Hitch-hiked out of the latest shitty little town she'd ended up in right out of high school, got a shitty job in the city and shared a shitty apartment with a friend. In between the cycle of losing work, finding it again and speed dating, she filled her life with games. Until she could find her white knight, someone who would stand up for her, ease her troubles, stroke her hair, treat her kindly.... until then, there would always be a simulacrum of him online. S O L L U N E: T H E S T A R R Y K N I G H T S O L L U N E: T H E S T A R R Y K N I G H T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Short, fluffy maroon hair, a handsome face, a voice that leans alto, the attire of a knightly prince and a height that's a little tall for a woman, but about average for a man. Sol puts forth the image of a radiant pretty boy prince charming, so it can come as a surprise that Sol is, in fact, a girl. For a while now the persona of "Sol" was her go-to in all kinds of RPGs. She got some kind of catharsis in embodying the perfect guy that seemed so unattainable in real life. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but being Sol was the next best thing. Pariah Online was no different - this was her ideal. Of course the knight in shining armor had to do more than just look the part. She worked hard and became strong, dedicated herself to the protection of others, and treated every girl, whether they were a Wayfarer or a Denizen, as a princess... ...for the most part. Because being Sol was not so much playing a character as it was projecting her own wants into the world. The same simple, boisterous girl that she was 'out there' was still 'in here.' She spoke her mind, called people out, and got into arguments. Even other girls weren’t spared if they annoyed her too much. Accolades from former party members for her performance in battle content and the fans she has gained due to her knightly actions outside of it keep her good reputation well preserved, though for some it's always funny to see Sol cuss a guy out and then turn around and speak sweetly to a girl like it didn't happen. Sol isn't perfect, but she damn well tries to be. And she quite enjoyed the attention she got as her popularity climbed higher and higher. It wasn't unusual that some days she got more party invites than she could keep up with. Her heart fluttered after each stressful, but successful dungeon clear, or when she captured the attention of a pretty girl. Team play was her forte, and every raid pulled off, every community event that succeeded, and every grateful player that spoke with her made her fall deeper and deeper in love with the game.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Star Shimmer Shield
The most basic part of Sol's kit, and the first spell she ever mastered. A defensive ability that manifests as a solid wall of glittering light that radiates out from a single bright point. Just as light moves swiftly, its casting time is ridiculously fast. The shield's size and strength increases proportional to the energy used to cast it, and interconnected constellations of lights can form a massive AOE shield around entire teams. As arguably Sol's most important skill, she is able to "debt cast" it if her mana is too low by burning off her maximum mana amount.

Dark Quasar
A conjured point of light that swiftly implodes and creates a black hole effect which draws targets toward its center. The swirling dark mass has a pull powerful enough to suck in several enemies at once, so long as they aren't too large. Unlike a real black hole the spell itself has no other effect besides the pull. It is very effective at grouping troublesome enemies together for herself or someone else to take care of. Although it can be cast at range, the spell is called "quasar" because Sol usually casts it on top of herself to pull enemies towards her, functioning as the luminescence at the center.

Burst of Starlight
An empowering effect that can be cast on herself or others. It is a straightforward increase to the target's stats; not just their defense but their attack, speed, and other capabilities. Like Star Shimmer Shield, the effect increases proportional to the energy used to cast it. Sol mainly uses it on herself when she is not acting as main tank, or on a DPS partner when she is. The indication of her Starlit buff can vary from person to person, but for Sol her hair glows golden and grows longer depending on the strength of the buff.

Umbral Obsession
A single target debuff normally reserved for dungeon bosses or other highly dangerous foes. When the spell takes effect, it looks as though a shadowy shroud has fallen over the eyes of the target it was cast on. From the target's point of view, a very specific kind of tunnel vision is enforced. Looking anywhere other than at Sol makes their eyesight dark and fuzzy - thereby obscuring her allies and making it harder to focus on or hit them, while Sol herself remains perfectly clear in order to hold the enemy's attention.

Shooting Comets
A somewhat weak ranged attack, though it can be cast manifold, rapidly, or both. Bright little stars form in the air around Sol, then shoot toward a target as a projectile of light. The projectile itself is fast, but the spell has an obvious tell in that fact that the stars must form first before firing. For the most part Sol uses it to ping distant enemies or quickly deal with very low level ones hen she's in the area doing something else.

Purest Shadow
Sol raises her hand and summons a ring of darkness, which can then be placed on the ground to create a circular field of flickering shadows. It has a medium duration, but while active any allies that stand in the field are dispelled of their debuffs, Sol included. It does not happen instantly, as the darkness "consumes" each debuff one by one, but it works very well when fighting in a small area.

Character Feats

Simple but Stylish
Some people seek out rare magic spells, exotic weaponry, or complex artifacts. Others practice like crazy to perfect long, intricate combos or enchantments. And then there's Sol, who ditched the physical shield that came with her starter weapon because it was easier that way. Sol is good with a sword, and her swordplay is a wonderful blend of elegant and aggressive. She makes attacking and defending with it seem almost effortless. The simple, polished movements easily show off her skill, and when paired with her pretty spellwork she cuts quite the dashing figure in combat.

Eye for Detail
Sol is always the one that notices the treasure chest obscured in the corner, the faint glow of that forage-able item, the haircut or the little accessory her teammate recently got, the anxious fan or newbie assassin hiding behind the wall, the shooting star at night out of the corner of her eye. And she looks out for people just as much. Spending all that time looking for "The One" means she hardly misses a thing.

Pillar of the Community
For Sol, being a strong player and a kind stranger wasn't enough. A real prince charming was truly helpful. Sol has been a large presence throughout Toraenis at community events, Wayfarer run shop openings, player projects such as charities, fashion shows, and much more. It wasn't an exaggeration to say her name was well known throughout her starter city-state, and word of mouth had carried it beyond. She's collected many titles and nicknames due to this; The Stellar Idol, Toraenis' Wayfarer Prince, Lord Sollune, and of course her personal favorite, The Starry Knight.

Your North Star
Everyone that stands under Sol's starlight is under her protection, in more ways than one. She embodies her unwavering ideal, inspiring others with it. She takes charge in parties and lends her guidance to others. She emulates the best person she knew so that people feel that they could rely on her. And she is more than happy to give her opinion, asked for or otherwise.

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Avatar names?
Ames
Hoshi
Soluna
Sollune
Umbrasol
Stellasol
just Sol or Soul lol
more game sounding? Stellar Sol?

Micki notes:
stick with female but looks like a fuckboi bishounen
don't lean into solo play, commit you coward
we go full clash with Rael
Player housing is real confirmed lol

Big gif

♫ ♬
piano ver <3
music box ver

cat

Da Micki game

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D O M I N O
D O M I N O

^{“ You know like, nyaa. ”}

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D O M I N O
D O M I N O

^{“ You know like, nyaa. ”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ Friendly, playful, and fiercely protective. Domino Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Quis vel eros donec ac odio tempor orci dapibus. He is colloquially referred to as Nino Mattis enim ut tellus elementum sagittis vitae. Tincidunt dui ut ornare lectus sit amet. Pretium aenean pharetra magna ac. Arcu non sodales neque sodales. Tortor at auctor urna nunc id cursus. Ut eu sem integer vitae justo eget magna fermentum. Vel fringilla est ullamcorper eget nulla facilisi etiam. Diam sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est ultricies integer. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Quis vel eros donec ac odio tempor orci dapibus. Mattis enim ut tellus elementum sagittis vitae. Tincidunt dui ut ornare lectus sit amet. Pretium aenean pharetra magna ac. Arcu non sodales neque sodales. Tortor at auctor urna nunc id cursus. Ut eu sem integer vitae justo eget magna fermentum. Vel fringilla est ullamcorper eget nulla facilisi etiam. Diam sit amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est ultricies integer.

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Gaea

C r u s A c o s t a

“What can I say? I'm charming and irresponsib- I mean irresistible.”

Name
Crus Acosta

Age
Eighteen

Gender
Male

Home Sea
South Sea

Aether Sign
Sun (Wind)

Aether Abilities
Crus' Aether abilities are extremely minor. The most he can do at the moment is create a breeze. At it's strongest Crus can use it to give himself a tailwind and move faster while using less stamina, or to give himself a push through the water while swimming. Most of the time he uses it instead to cool himself down, cheat at tops, or passive aggressively knock things over. His control is poor when his emotions are high.

Personality --- SUBJECT TO CHANGE
On the surface, Crus is a bit of a people pleaser. A young man with a warm personality. He is friendly and playful, and never shy around strangers. He acts much the same whether around old friends or new acquaintances, and he doesn't discriminate. He enjoys chatting, and to that end he can be a bit pushy. He likes prying, and especially likes getting his way. Crus isn't one to give in easily, and that extends to much more than just personal relationships. He has a stubborn streak a mile wide that helps him to chase his wants and goals even when the going gets tough, but he's patient enough to play the long game too.

Crus can be irresponsible. If he doesn't want to do something, he tries to find a way out of it. This doesn't particularly mean that Crus is lazy - he's done his fair share of hard work during his life, but the weight of responsibilities, of people relying on you, makes him uncomfortable. For that reason he doesn't make many promises to people either. A promise with Crus is a rare thing indeed.

Though stubborn and bullheaded in most things, when it comes to interpersonal conflict Crus will deflect, get defensive, and offer platitudes before anything else. If he can avoid a scrap he will, but his small amount of pride won't let him back down if things get physical. Of course, most conflict of that nature can be avoided by either telling the other person what they want to hear, or by cutting into them with sharp words. Just have to know who you're fighting with. Maybe under different circumstances, Crus could have been quite the manipulator. Might still turn out that way, but at the moment he prefers getting what he wants by taking care of it himself. By the way, Crus is also a pretty talented liar, but he's honest more often than not. That probably makes it all the harder to tell when he is lying.

History
On the island of Ororuel in the South Sea, the Acosta family served as governors for the last few generations. It's household housed the former chief Asabien, his son and current chief Barachel and wife, and of course Crus: only son and future chief. There is a certain charm and excitement knowing you're destined to lead people, to take over the family mantle... but as Crus grew up, the feeling wore off quickly.

Though the tradition was to continue with Crus, he consistently fell short of his family's expectations. He had no motivation to take over the position, no interest at all in politics, and did not show any inkling of the skills needed to act as chief. He was a hard worker, so long as it was work he was interested in doing, and carrying a community on his back was not. Instead, his heart was set on adventure. Since early childhood he was the type to feed into his curiosity, leading faux adventuring teams made of the community's kids to discover all their island had to offer. First hand experiences with flora and fauna dealt life lessons in the form of scars, but Crus always went back for more. He was a hands on learner. Traditional classes were never for him, and he shirked many meetings with tutors in favor of outings into nature - whether it be into caves, climbing hills, or diving underwater. If he could touch it, he wanted to know about it; the how, why and when. Philosophy, law, diplomacy... those weren't physical things, and so didn't interest him in the slightest. History was about the only thing he wasn't able to touch that he felt worth learning about. His antics were tolerated as a child, but as the years passed it created a tension and dissonance between himself and the island's older population, including his father and grandfather.

Elders of the island grew worried of the family's future, and considered another one taking over. Anxious, and frankly irritated at the prospective young chief, they openly talked about their concerns and scorn. With each other, with their families, and of course to the chief himself who would hear every complaint and bring it back to his own family.

By the time Crus was a teenager, the friction surrounding him was well established. That time in a person's life is already chaotic and confusing enough, but Crus spent it torn between not wanting to disappoint his family or his community, and wanting to stay true to himself. He'd known for a long time that he didn't want to take on the mantle of chief, and though no amount of pushing, smothering, or convincing would change his mind he let people believe that it might. The time Crus spent in the village was filled with lies, platitudes, and avoidance. At home it was arguing, simmering anger, and strained smiles in between moments of familial love. There was a lot of sneaking off to forget about his duties for a while, a habit he'd never shaken from childhood, but whenever they could his father and grandfather would keep Crus on a short leash. More lessons, more scars.

Whenever he get away, Crus spent most of his time outside of the village. For one, his peers and the younger members of the community still adored him (at least the ones that hadn't taken their elders' mumbling to heart). Playing, helping, or just chatting and relaxing were his favorite pasttimes, besides exploring. Having long since scoured every nook and cranny of Ororuel, more often than not Crus took to the ocean. He pretended to be a Diver and brought back shells, coral, and all kinds of trinkets from the sea bed to give to the little ones - especially his new little sister, whom he could never be upset with. There had been a particularly difficult period of time when it came to light that his parents had been trying for another son. Though it ultimately failed of course, the tactic actually worked for a while, but eventually the frustration caught up with him and Crus disappeared for a few weeks. It was during that time he'd taken a boat out and let the sea's current take him wherever it willed. He slept under the stars, rocked by ocean waves, and eventually drifted to an patch of sea wholly unfamiliar to him. Under the water he ended up coming upon something interesting: the ruined remains of some ancient vessel, half buried in the sea bed and completely covered over with barnacles. What was it? Where did it come from? How had no one found it before? Surely if they had, he would have already known about it. Inside the wreck beside little animals making it a home and trinkets destroyed by time, was an ornate bident. Though crusted with mollusks it had not rusted. Crus' eyes shined at the sight of it, and of course he took it back with him to the surface.

When he came back up to his boat he found an ambush of people from his village waiting to take him back. He supposed he'd been gone a little too long this time. Once returned home he found that his family eased up on him a bit, afraid to lose him for good. The relationship with his family had improved, but it felt like a false sense of security. He placated them more often than not, pretending to come around to the idea of being chief just to keep the peace. Over the next few years Crus merely tolerated living on the island that seemed so small now, preparing for the inevitable but looking for a way out.

And then, when news reached their little island that a Diver crew would be stopping by on their way to some newly discovered ruins, Crus fought to hide his excitement. He kept it cool, acted disinterested, but in reality this was his chance. Real Divers, the kind that explored all the world's oceans and went on all kinds of adventures, coming to his home?

What else could he really have been expected to do, besides stow away?

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_{Basic idea: The son of his island's chief, next in line to take over the governing of the island. Did not wanna do that so he fucked off (eventually). Before fucking off he was an adventurous lad and found a cool bident that looked ancient. When the Divers came through on their way to the newly discovered ruins, Crus stowed away. Scenario 1: he was quickly discovered and made into the cabin boy/deck swabber, intends to stay on with the crew, eventually get license? Scenario 2: he was eventually discovered and see above while the crew decides what to do with him.}

Crus had been an exuberant kid. From early childhood he was the type to feed into his curiosity, leading faux adventuring teams made of the community's kids to discover all their island had to offer. First hand experiences with flora and fauna dealt life lessons in the form of scars, but Crus never was a fast learner. His strength was in his body, not his brain, and he shirked many meetings with tutors in favor of outings into nature. His antics were tolerated as a child, but as the years passed it created a tension and dissonance between himself and the island's older population.

The Acosta family had served as the island's governors for generations, passing the title of "Chief" from father to son. The tradition was to continue with Crus, an only son, but he consistently fell short of his family's expectations. He had no motivation to take over the position, no interest at all in politics, and did not show any inkling of the skills needed to act as chief. Elders of the island grew worried of the family's future, considered another one taking over. Though irritated and anxious, they dared not try and correct the chief's son directly - and so instead they openly talked about their concerns. With each other, with their families, and of course to the chief that would hear every complaint and bring it back to his own family, brewing a tense atmosphere at home.

By the time Crus was a teenager, the friction surrounding him was well established. His family attempted cracking down on him, pushing and smothering to take his responsibilities seriously. More lessons, more scars. Stuck between not wanting to disappoint his family, but also wanting to be true to himself, Crus' days grew chaotic and confusing for him. The teenage rebel phase was full of lies, violence, making up, fighting again, running away then begging to come back. There was a particularly difficult period of time when his parents actually tried for another son. It was during this time that Crus pulled completely away, hiding out away from home for days or weeks at a time. Sometimes he would stay with the few friends he still had (it turns out when parents are spreading rumors about someone their kids pick up on it pretty quickly), but more often than not he would lay out under the stars, falling asleep to the sound of ocean waves.

His usual hideaways hadn't been secret for a while now, so to avoid everyone Crus starting going farther and farther. Most of the time this meant out onto the water, and underneath it too. Fearless and a strong swimmer, Crus would take a small boat into the surf and spend days beneath the surface. Everyone heard tales of Divers braving battles and exploring uncharted waters, and it was a common childhood game to pretend they were among the ranks of such people, jumping into the ocean and bringing as many shells onto the shore as they could carry. Maybe it was childish but Crus did the same now, leaving his troubles behind on the surface and just peeking into every cave and crevice under the water looking for anything interesting or new. Or he would just float for a while and let the current sweep him wherever it cared to.

At fifteen, one such occasion of drifting on the sea brought Crus to an unfamiliar place. Intrigued, he got to exploring, and ended up coming upon something interesting: the ruined remains of some ancient vessel, half buried in the sea bed and completely covered over with barnacles. What was it? Where did it come from? How had no one found it before? Surely if they had, he would have already known about it. Inside the wreck were little animals making it a home, trinkets destroyed by time, as well as something that seemed to have withstood the salt water all this time. An ornate bident, though crusted with mollusks it had not rusted. Crus' eyes shined at the sight of it, and of course he took it back with him to the surface.

When he reached his boat he found an ambush of people from his village waiting to take him back. He supposed he'd been gone a little too long this time. Once returned home he was kept on a much shorter leash, which annoyed him to no end, but at the very least this time diving into his studies was more interesting - maybe if he looked hard enough into the area's history he could find some information on that wreck.

Things could never go back to those simple times of childhood. His relationship with his family had improved, but it felt like a false peace. He placated the chief more often than not, pretending to want the mantle. Maybe if he pretended enough even he would believe it. Save for his little sister whom he could never be upset with, Crus merely tolerated living on the island that seemed so small now.

Three years passed, and when news reached their little island that a Diver crew would be stopping by on their way to some newly discovered ruins, Crus fought to hide his excitement. He kept it cool, acted disinterested, but in reality this was his chance. Real Divers, the kind that explored all the world's oceans and went on all kinds of adventures, coming to his home?

What else could he really have been expected to do, besides stow away?

Gear
Crus has carried that bident he found for years, clinging to the little sense of adventure it brought him. Besides that he also has a simple rebreather, a small knife, and a woven bag - all things he uses while exploring. Besides that he carries some primitive beigoma, doubling both as his favorite game and as a little keepsake of Ororuel.

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