Name: Matthew 'Matt' Clark Age: 25 Gender: Male Arcana: The Hermit
Appearance: Matt is a slender, somewhat frail-looking man, pale and ghostly-looking. His long hair is a pale shade of blonde, while his eyes are a watery shade of blue. A small beard, more stubble than anything else, adorns his chin, and he constantly appears to be at least somewhat malnourished. Finally, there is a scar on the back of his left hand.
Living on his own and rarely venturing outside, Matt rarely dresses to impress people, usually just throwing on whatever is at hand. When he does make an effort, he usually wears hangovers from his days as a scholar of mythology, a pale blue shirt and neat black trousers, with glasses to make him at least appear smarter (and besides, his girlfriend told him they made him look sexy in a nerdy kind of way). On rainy or particularly cold days, he wears a somewhat noble-looking, if old brown coat. Usually, his footwear is just black trainers, at odds with his 'professor look'.
Personality: An awkward and reclusive man even before tragedy engulfed his life, Matt is socially inept and awkward. He does not like mixing with others, preferring the company of his books and other possessions these days. As such, he rarely leaves his house, ordering food and other supplies via the internet, and devoting much of his time to writing books to make money. Due to this, he has gained a reputation as an eccentric recluse among the population of Misty Springs, although many of the older residents who know the tragedy which drove him back to his home will express only pity for him.
Matt often seems sad and melancholy, caught up in his past with a conscious aversion to ever moving on. He was left broken by the death of Leah, causing him to regress into the passion for mythology they both shared as a way to feel that she was still there in some way. As such, he lives more in myths than real people, rejecting the outside world in favor of the ancient tales he knows so well. While he isn't mean to others, he does tend to ignore people who try to intrude into his world, part of his rejection of the outside world. He has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of mythology from around the world due to this, allowing him to easily identify their key traits and motifs in films, books and elsewhere should he put his mind to it.
History: Matt was born in Misty Springs originally as the son of the high school principal. As such, he grew up exposed heavily to education, and developed a keen love of ancient mythology. Stories such as the Labors of Heracles, Theseus and the Minotaur, and the exploits of the Knights of the Round Table were thrilling to him. He eagerly devoured many books on mythology as he grew up, excelling in his studies, but always devoting much of his attention to the study of myths and legends. He graduated from Misty Springs High with exemplary grades and moved out of town, heading to college in a nearby city.
There, he met Leah, a young woman who shared his passion for mythology. The two became close, drawn together by their shared interest as they studied, and fell in love. The two were immensely close, setting up a joint mythological studies society at the college in order to spread interest in their hobby. They studied together for three years, living and loving one another, until finally tragedy struck. One night, Leah went out shopping for food, and on the way, she was dragged into an alley by a masked man. Screaming for help, she tried to fight him off, and in his panic he stabbed her and ran.
People were on the scene in minutes, and an ambulance was called, but by the time she got to hospital, despite the best efforts of those who had come to her aid, she was dead. Matt couldn't get to the hospital in time, and by the time he reached it, it was too late. Stricken by grief and pain, he retreated into himself, barely eating, barely interacting with people, just sitting in his room and weeping. After attending her funeral, he simply dropped out of college, left, and returned home, unable to cope. Setting himself up in a small house on the outskirts of town, he regressed into that house, barely leaving at all, and simply using the internet to get hold of everything he needed to live. Writing books on mythology as a source of income, he was able to isolate himself, creating a cocoon to escape the outside world, in which he saw only pain and the loss of the woman he had loved so dearly. Weapon: Matt's weapon is a dull golden halberd. With a curved sickle-like blade running parallel to the handle and a spear-like tip at the top of the shaft, it is a brutal weapon which can slash or stab. The base of the halberd's shaft has a second speartip point, allowing him to strike with either end. Other: N/A.
Persona: Name: Nidhoggr Source: In Norse mythology, Nidhoggr is a monstrous dragon which is imprisoned beneath the world tree, Yggdrasil. In an attempt to escape, it gnaws at the roots surrounding it, and it is said that only the goddess Hel can control it. Nidhoggr's escape from its prison and arrival in the world heralds the beginning of Ragnarok, the end of the gods. Appearance: Nidhoggr takes the form of a monstrous black-scaled dragon stood upright. Clad in rotted, rusted armor of Nordic design, its helmet is adorned with two horns, one snapped off at the middle, and its eyes are a cold, icy blue. Massive, scythe-like talons adorn its hands and feet, and gore coats its armor and flesh, teeth caked with blood and remains. The dragon's wings are rotted down to nothing but bones and flaps of scaly flesh, coated in harsh ice, and frost coats Nidhoggr's form. The creature stinks of death and decay, a smell which promises nothing but destruction and death to all who would dare fight it. Powers: Nidhoggr is immensely powerful physically, easily capable of breaking anything in his path with sheer strength. However, it is quite lumbering and slow in return, due to its sheer bulk and broken wings. Due to its armor and hard scales, it is also very hard to effectively damage Nidhoggr. Finally, it has a variety of magical abilities. Nidhoggr can cause fear with a glare, cowing its enemies with a roar, and from there it can unleash a terrible scream which consumes its enemies with a terror which strikes them dead. The dragon can also unleash both ice and darkness from its maw, the former freezing its enemies into place, the latter toxic and virulent in nature, capable of infecting enemies with ailments which weaken the flesh and break the mind.
Finally content with how Cesaire’s personality turned out. I’m so not used to writing angsty people, heh.
Oh and yeah, I know that there is a different kind of Ankou in Persona 2 (and that he is of Death Arcana), but I figured he’d work as a Hanged Man, considering he’s pretty much forced to wander between life and death when looking after the souls. I also couldn’t resist the similarity of his fate to Cesaire’s. So yeah, bear with me.
But yes, here’s the ghostly creeper and the violent Amazon.
Spoiler:- The Hanged Man:
Name: Cesaire Moreau
Age: 19 (born 15th February 1993)
Arcana: XII – The Hanged Man
Appearance: Cesaire stands at around 6’0’’. Though pretty lanky nowadays, he still remains somewhat in shape, if only because he used to be an athlete before the incident a few years ago. Nicknamed “The Ghost of Misty Springs”, he has a very ghastly, almost otherworldly aura to him, and he has the ability to walk around surprisingly silently and without being detected. In other words he seems to disappear and reappear at times, often scaring people out of their wits when they suddenly feel a hand on their shoulder without having heard anyone approaching them. Despite his nickname however, Cesaire’s skin isn’t deathly pale, though it is by no means tanned either.
He has sharp facial features, and most of the time there’s only one expression constantly occupying his face; the expression of complete indifference, with his mouth nothing but a straight, thin line. His eyes deviate from this majorly though, as they’re intense and their gaze intimidating, seeming to dig deep whenever he looks at a person like he’d try to read their mind. Their color is a slightly darker tone of lime green. Cesaire’s hair is colored very dark purple, almost black, with few white streaks here and there. His hair is semi-long, reaching slightly past his cheeks and casting shadows over his eyes. From the back his hair is slightly shorter and neat, falling against the back of his neck in a v-shape.
As far as clothing goes, Cesaire favors dark colors, as cliché as it sounds. He has black, ankle-height shoes and somewhat tight, ripped jeans, their color black. There are some gold chains hanging as decoration over his thighs, matching in color with his belt buckle. He usually has on a dark grey jacket which he keeps open, hands usually tugged in the pockets. Underneath he has a simple, purple t-shirt with white graffiti prints. He also has a single locket hanging around his neck. It’s shaped like an upside-down triangle, and though he claims there’s nothing inside, he actually carries a picture of his family there. Well, that and the picture of his cat, because his cat is cutest mother****ing cat you’ll ever come across. Finally, on his hands Cesaire has fingerless gloves.
Personality: The incident that happened a few years ago changed Cesaire a great deal. Previously a passionate youth very interested in sports and traveling, Cesaire’s now bitter and has little to no passion for… well, anything. He doesn’t really feel “alive” in the sense everyone around him probably does, having witnessed and being impacted by death so many times. As such, he doesn’t really see the point of getting excited or investing in doing anything; what’s the point of him getting a great career or getting into a good school? Things like hopes and dreams are for fools who refuse to realize they’re going to die anyway. He can be a bit snarky and snappy towards cheery people at times, though it’s rare for his expression to change much even then. And, in all honest truth part of his snarkiness is just jealousy even if he doesn’t realize it; somewhere deep down he would very much like to be able to enjoy life as well, he just can’t get motivated to.
Usually quiet, passive and spending most of his time alone, Cesaire doesn’t interact with people all that often and doesn’t like to concern himself with the troubles of others. Which is good in the sense that he tends to drive people away with his slightly creepy antics anyway. See, having escaped death’s clutch so many times, he has grown an interest in anything death-related. He wants to know exactly why he keeps surviving when people around him die every day, and wants to know why he is, as he believes himself to be, “immortal.” To this end he sleeps at graveyards, asks people about their feelings towards their relatives’ deaths and the like, effectively creeping people out. Not helping is the fact that he does it all casually like he’d be inquiring about the weather, with the gaze of someone partaking in cross-examination. He doesn’t mean harm, but he’s sort of completely lost sense of what is appropriate and what isn’t. If he wants something he takes it, if he wants to say something he will. He doesn’t know how to read the mood or watch his mouth or actions.
Another thing he’s completely lost is the ability to properly feel fear (also known as common sense). While he might seem like a depressed guy who never really does anything or takes action, there are times when he does the craziest of things just to experiment with his life a little. See, he really believes he can’t die, so he can do whatever the hell he feels like without having to worry about dying. Unpredictable to the max, he can just suddenly go jump off a building, go punch an obviously dangerous person or walk in the middle of a street during traffic hour. Oftentimes he’s saved either by luck or the people around him, but he personally believes it’s just Death not accepting him for some reason. Even though it might seem otherwise however, he isn’t trying to kill himself with these crazy stunts. Rather, he’s trying to make things moving to spice up his everyday life, and maybe, just maybe experience that. That which people who have survived through near-death experiences feel; a renewed spark for life, a new appreciation for every day they’re alive. Of course he would never admit that, being scared of failure or Death coming to claim him if he should start wanting to live again.
Cesaire has the tendency to think aloud at times, which often leaves people giving him strange looks or thinking he’s talking to them instead. Which is no surprise really, as sometimes he might be looking straight at you, and you might see his lips move and hear words come out, but even so he isn’t talking to you – he’s talking to himself. He isn’t good at talking to others as mentioned earlier, and usually prefers his own company to that of others’, preferring to just observe and comment on things inside his head.
But, even though he’s depressing, unpredictable, rude, lacking decency and slightly messed up in the head, Cesaire isn’t a completely bad person. He will extend a helping hand if he sees someone in trouble, even if that means there’d be trouble for himself. Though, granted, he doesn’t do it out of compassion, but simply because he can. There’s no danger of him dying, so why wouldn’t he go help someone about to drown even if he can’t swim himself? Nothing has managed to kill him so far. That, and he’s sick and tired of seeing people die around him, so he wants to get back at Death. And who knows, maybe he does care, even if just a little.
History: The oldest son of a family of six, Cesaire led a pretty normal life for years. He was a good student though not a genius, he loved different cultures and adored sports of all kinds. He was part of the local football team, very passionate and determined to get to the top. Most of his freetime was either eaten up by his regular work out routines, or sacrificed to take care of his younger siblings. It was alright with him, though, as he loved his siblings and didn’t mind to work as a babysitter; hey, he was paid to do it too!
Cesaire traveled a lot even when in school. He jumped each and every situation to go somewhere as an exchange student, and he took every course that promised an educational trip overseas, and whenever his team had a match against a foreign team, he was pumped for weeks. Then, one night when his family came to pick him up from the airport, the accident occurred. It was a cold winter night and the road was slippery. Someone was in a hurry as they turned from a corner. That’s all that was needed for a car crash.
Four cars suffered from the crash, and many lost their lives, including all of Cesaire’s family but him and his little sister. He was fifteen back then and she was eleven, so they ended up in the care of their grandparents. The incident had been devastating to the both of them, but as years rolled past, Cesaire started to learn how to cope. He was still sad, he still missed them, but life had to go on. There was a big game coming up soon, too, so he had something to look forward to. Unlike Cesaire however, his little sister wasn’t getting over it. She was hiding it all, but she was constantly in pain. She wanted to get away.
And then their grandfather died. He was an elderly man and died a perfectly natural death happy in his own bed, but it still affected the two kids immensely. It bought back all the pain they had experienced when they lost the rest of their family. It cut deep. So deep, that Cesaire’s little sister couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t handle any more deaths. She wanted to go where the rest of her family had gone to, and she wanted to go the way her parents had.
Cesaire was walking back home from school when he saw his little sister, attempting to get run over by a car. Without really thinking he ran to try and catch her, prepared to die in her stead if that’s what it took. But he failed; they were both hit, but his little sister didn’t survive. He did. Again.
That was the last straw for him. Two times now, he had survived when others hadn’t. No, wait, now that he thought about it, wasn’t it more? There was that incident overseas when he almost drowned, but he came out of it okay. There was that time he happened to lose his passport and had to postpone his flight, only to hear that the plane he was supposed to board had crashed. He hadn’t thought anything of those incidents before, but now… now it was so clear. There was something stopping him from dying. Death didn’t want him, but it sure wanted everyone around him.
Next his grandmother got ill. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not even saying goodbye he bagged his bags and fled. He ran away in the middle of the night and he ran far, but nothing happened to him. Of course nothing happened to him. He wasn’t able to die.
He moved to Misty Springs when he was seventeen. It was a small remote village, absolutely perfect for him. He wanted to stay far away from his only relative left, he didn’t want to be there when she died as well. So he took up a new life in Misty Springs and got known by the locals as the “Ghost of Misty Springs” due to his habit of most often appearing during nights to roam graveyards. He’s lived there for two years now, staying mostly to himself.
Weapon: Cesaire wields two sickles, one in each hand. One of the sickles' blade is serrated for extra tearing damage, while the other's smooth.
Other: Cesaire loves cats, and owns a cat called Cheshire. He likes the similarity between the names.
Source: French folklore. It is said that the last person to die each year becomes the Ankou, forced to look after the dead and roam graveyards as Death’s henchman until another one takes his place.
Appearance: Ankou takes the form of a skeleton shrouded in shadows, wielding a huge scythe. His face stays concealed underneath his shadow cape’s hood until he’s ready to attack, at which point he reveals his face to instill fear into his enemies. He rides a decorated black coach pulled by two skeleton horses with manes made out of shadows.
Powers: Despite his dark appearance, Ankou does not wield dark magic at all. Instead he uses lighting spells, commanding black lighting to strike down his foes. He also knows various physical skills, during which he utilizes his scythe to cut and his horses to stomp on enemies. He can induce fear in anyone who sees his face, and he can disappear and reappear at will, enabling him to use sneak attacks. His specialty, however, are survival skills; abilities that prevent Cesaire from dying, recover HP and SP on fixed intervals and give him various resistances. Later, he’s also able to learn the ultimate Hermit spell, Recarmdra, which completely heals his allies but leaves him on the brink of unconsciousness and fighting for dear life.
Spoiler:- The Chariot:
Name: Danijela “Dani” Cernik
Age: 17 (birthday undecided for now)
Arcana: VII – The Chariot
Appearance: Overall Dani is a rather imposing figure despite her average height, everything in her screaming a warning of not to mess with her lest you be hurt bad. She stands at 5' 6.5", though her height is bumped up by a few inches by the high heeled boots she’s often seen in. She’s an athletic girl, even if her fitness has come mostly from fights rather than actual working out or sports. She has an oval shaped face, decorated by a petite nose and a somewhat small mouth with full lips you’re more often than not bound to find either in a devious smirk or a furious frown. Her left ear is pierced in multiple spots, while she only has one single diamond stud in her right ear.
Her eyes are easily the thing everyone pays attention to first when looking at her face; they’re bright and their gaze sharp, boisterous and constantly seeking for a fight to partake in. They’re slightly bigger than average but still narrow, with thick eyelashes and some dark make up applied around them to make them stand out even more than usual. The color of her eyes is mint green. She has long, dark red hair she always keeps open, allowing it to tickle her middle back. She hates tying her hair down with anything, so if it ever gets in her way, she just sticks it inside her hoodie from the back and goes with that. Her bangs frame her face from both sides, slightly curving upwards up her cheeks. She has long, strong legs and thin waistline, contrasted with her large breasts she always says get in the way of everything she tries to do.
When it comes to clothing, Dani likes ones that both look good and are practical, at least to some extent. She isn’t one to go for sweatpants, but neither would she be caught dead in a dress – those are horribly difficult to kick in, after all. She often wears a black, lightweight hoodie with grotesque prints on it, though she never zips her hoodie up, rather allowing it to fall past her shoulders and be supported on her elbows instead, exposing her shoulders and chest area better. Sometimes she doesn’t even wear anything underneath, various bandages wrapped around her chest and upper abdomen serving as the only cover for her breasts and skin. When she does wear something however, it’s usually a torn, skintight, dark red top with only one strap going over her right shoulder to keep it in place. The top reaches just above her abdomen, showing off her toned stomach. She has dark brown, fingerless gloves that leave her thumb completely exposed, with small spikes dotting her knuckles for better punching power. They reach slightly past her wrist, with a buckle wrapped around the mouth to help keep them in place.
Going down she has a denim mini skirt held up with a belt and a huge belt buckle, one she’s been seen to beat people over the head with on multiple occasions. She has on thigh-high, black boots with high heels. There are straps wrapped around them here and there, with a skull decorating the front from a spot where two straps meet. Her boots have small spikes at the tip, so a kick to where it hurts… really hurts. Trust her on that one, she has witnesses. A lot of them.
Personality: Dani is a girl of contradictions, and sometimes even she has some trouble making sense out of the mess that is her mind.
First off, she’s a daydreamer, often getting lost in thought and ignoring everything else going on around, yet she doesn’t enjoy reading or listening to stories of any kind. She finds her own thoughts and fantasies one of the highest form of entertainment and doesn’t think anyone else’s imagination is up to par, hence she sees no reason to bore herself with something someone else wrote. Well, that, and she tends to get jealous extremely easily, so she’d rather not risk getting jealous over someone’s linguistic skills. She constantly elevates herself above others to make sure nobody dares to think of her as inferior to them in any way, and she’s quick to get pissy if you disagree with her on that – or on anything, really; she’s extremely temperamental, and is liable to bouts of anger and violence seemingly at random. Of course, even if you don’t rile her up she might just find another excuse to beat you up anyway, as she enjoys violence and the sound of bones breaking, be they her own or her enemy’s, just as long as she can feel that rush of adrenaline a fight brings.
Of course, sometimes the people around her are just too nice and boring for them to start fighting a girl that easily but fear not, Dani’s got that covered! She’s snarky and knows where to hit to get someone riled up, with little to no concern over how deeply she might wound someone in the process. She finds people who complain sissies, and makes it show she isn’t going to sit around all day listening to their crying. Needless to say she doesn’t really hold respect for anyone but herself because, well, while she appreciates strength and the like, respecting someone would mean thinking highly of them and pffft, as if she’d ever do that.
While she sort of enjoys being mean, enjoyment isn’t the main reason as to why she’s so horrible to most of the people she meets, nor is it only to get them to fight her like mentioned before. Rather, it’s just to keep people away and make sure they don’t try to get all friendly with her. See, she has this problem of getting attached to people extremely easily, as weird as it sounds. Most of her days were – and still are – spent fighting and making enemies, so whenever someone shows signs of kindness to her, she’s quick to be taken aback. She doesn’t really know how to deal with situations like that, as her answer to most questions is violence. So, in order to cope she gets even more pissy and tries even harder to get the other person to just get angry at her and go away. If she’s already attached however, she might secretly wish they didn’t go away despite her efforts, and even go so far as to stealthily (or not so stealthily, as she has a hard time keeping quiet and can be a bit of a klutz at times) stalk her target of affection just to give them an opportunity to start a conversation with her. She gets embarrassed very easily and is prone to blushing and the like; a fact she hates with a burning passion and tries to hide to the best of her ability. You better not see her blushing either, that embarrasses her even more and is guaranteed to earn you a punch in the face.
Another reason for Dani’s meanness is that she’s trying to keep up the appearance of a tough, uncaring rebel – which, for all intents and purposes she is, but not to the extent she’d want to have others believe. Apart from the aforementioned trouble with attachment, she also has a soft spot for kids, animals and anything else she deems “cute”. She’d never show this ‘weakness’ in front of anyone however, and might shoo away a puppy just to keep up appearance. But come nighttime she’s bound to tiptoe back to the puppy, offer it food and an apology and play fetch with it ‘till sunrise. And all hell'll break loose should someone hurt anything defenseless in front of her.
One more rather contradictory thing about her is that even though she acts like a tomboy, she loves quite a few feminine things, from cooking to shopping and clothes. Especially clothes. She’s very particular over what she wears, and will not accept rags or pants without serious injury to the party trying to force her into them. Yet, although she wants to look good and take care of her appearance, she isn’t afraid to get muddy if the situation calls for it. If there’s a fight to be had she doesn’t care if she’s wearing those hundred dollar shoes, there’s blood to be spilled and fun to be had, she can clean her clothes later while toasting over her victory!
History: Though Dani’s parents were originally from the Czech Republic, by the time Dani was born they were already living in the USA. Her family was big and preceding her were three brothers, so she was the sole girl in the household. From a very young age it was clear Dani had energy to spare and didn’t like being put for too long, always wandering off on her own in search of something interesting. She was a very loud child too, so if she ever experienced discomfort the whole apartment complex was bound to know right away. She spent a lot of time with her elder brothers, the only ones who had the energy to play with her from dawn to dusk, and she picked up quite a few interests from them. She was a tomboy through and through when younger, all the way to her clothes. She and her brothers often had mock fights, and even early on she enjoyed those immensely, even during the times she didn’t win. As the lot grew, she got even more siblings, all of them brothers as well. Meanwhile, as her elder brothers grew and started to spend time away from home, they often began to leave Dani behind. Because you know, as much as you love your sister, you don’t necessarily want to take her along on a guys’ night out scoring chicks and the like.
Having been left alone Dani tried to play mock fights with her younger brothers as well, but she was always scolded very severely for that, and for a reason; she could’ve killed one of her brothers by accident, they were too small to withstand her savage fights. Dani tried again and again to get them to fight her though, one time causing a concussion to her youngest brother. At this her parents got furious and decided it wasn’t safe anymore to let her see her brothers. As such, she was always kept separated from them, and Dani grew bitter because of that, refusing to make other friends if she wasn’t allowed to be with her own brothers. She started to show her mind by destroying things, and causing chaos outside on the streets and playfields where she spent most of her time. Dani also started running away from home for extended periods of time and returning bruised, and her parents were at a loss as to what to with her, as the only ones she sort of behaved around were her two elder brothers who she still kept following around whenever they let her.
Eventually Dani met her elder brothers’ female friends as well and as she did, she started to want to become a bit more feminine herself. She gained interest in makeup and clothes, and started to look a lot more like a girl, especially when puberty hit in. Her parents were relieved, hoping that she could become a proper lady now, but their hopes were in vain; she didn’t change when it came to her rash personality and violent behavior, not in the slightest. Dani never really learned “how” to make friends or deal with ordinary people and situations growing up, and her joining the local biker gang didn’t help any.
Then, it happened; one cold evening one of Dani's younger siblings was reported dead. Apparently he had been shot by an accident when he had wandered dead middle a gunfight or something, Dani wasn't too keen on details. All her parents did was stress that it was an accident, most likely because they knew how Dani'd react. She didn't buy it though. She was convinced he was murdered, and with that belief fueling her, she started to fight even more. This time though, her violence had a target; criminals. Evil doers. While she was still more than comfortable beating up random people, she started to take particular joy in beating up bullies and the like in hopes of one day happening upon the murdered and avenging her brother. Her parents tried time and time again to explain her that no matter how firmly she believed so, her actions weren't just. She didn't care. She had a reason to fight now.
As their last attempt to calm her down, her parents sent her over to Misty Springs as an exchange student, hoping that the calm atmosphere of a gang-free town would help her somewhat. And surely enough Dani stopped the whole biker gang deal, moving on to illegal car racing instead…
Weapon: A metal baseball bat, though sometimes she uses her fists and feet as well.
Origin: Greek Mythology; said to be the Father of all monsters, he was the largest and most fearsome of all creatures. He defeated Zeus in their first battle, but was later defeated and trapped underneath Mount Etna.
Appearance: Typhon takes the form of a huge monster with the lower half of two wipers and the upper half of a human male, though instead of a human head you’ll find two dragon heads instead. There are holes where his eyes should be, fire burning inside them. There are enormous wings on his back, allowing him flight. He produces a hissing sound, and his dragon constantly snap and bite at the air, ready to tear apart whatever gets caught in their jaws.
Powers: As is probably clear when looking at the monster, Typhon is a physical Persona through and through, capable of using his powerful tails and two dragon heads to crush and tear at enemies to his heart’s content. Usually his skills are ones that grant him multiple hits, such as Brain Shake and the like. He can also wrap either of his lower half around multiple enemies and trap them in place, preventing escape and ensuring a hit, and there are a few support skills and status inducers he knows in addition to all the physical maiming as well. Fire doesn’t hurt him, as his dragons just munch on any flames ditched its way.
Last edited by GoldenHouou; 13th August 2012 at 11:17 AM.
My best yet. Enter the young but silent fashion doll.
Name: Aika Ichigawa Age: 14 going on 15 Gender: Little girl Arcana: XVIII - La Lune
Appearance: Aika stands at almost 5 feet, while her frame is a bit boney, yet almost doll-like. The natural colour of her hair is a pale blonde, and it reaches down to her tailbone. Combined with her brown eyes, a stunning yet innocent contrast is born. Or it should be. Usually her face bears a rather peculiar expression; represented on her lips by a small frown and her eyes by a quizzical, unintentionally intruding gaze. She doesn't wish to apply make-up to her face, but in the end someone does it for her anyway.
Aika has no single outfit that she wears constantly; the fashion designers, including her aunt, have her put on a variety of outrageous outfits, usually aimed at her age group; every now and then, she gets something a little more sophisticated, but it doesn't faze her much. One week she might be wearing a twist on the classic sailor fuku, the next a goth-punk "something". Just as often, she has to go through loads of wigs and colour contacts (non-prescription). While Aika herself doesn't dislike any of these outfits, she can't really pin any of them down as a favorite. You might as well stick her in a school uniform, she wouldn't mind.
If there's any staple characteristic of her wardrobe, it's that she constantly carries a plushie wherever she goes, and she has a lot to choose from. Usually, however, the plushie she's toting really doesn't mesh gears with the outfit she's "broadcasting". Thus, she's ordered to keep them in her bag when "broadcasting" her outfit to the world; she still takes them out when her aunt's not present either way. Her all-time favorite plushie is a white sheep with black limbs and a zipper down "her" belly (which was already given the name Dolly).
Personality: Aika's somewhat static way of speaking may make her come across as shy and antisocial, but really, she just wants to get straight to the point before she falls asleep as quickly as possible. Even with the bare minimum of speech, her word choice is awfully formal and lacks any contractions. To make things even more conflicting, her tone when speaking is utterly soft, as if she's trying to coerce a small hamster. Her emotions in general are rather subdued, but in her case she considers it mandatory. She has quite a bit on her shoulders.
For one, her aunt, who is also a fashion designer, is trying to turn her into a young model. Pardon, she already has done a couple of shoots, but with minimal success. Lately, her aunt has considered taking a more hands-on approach during her time in Misty Springs, meaning Aika has to advertise her outfits everywhere she goes. With all of the moving from school-to-school she's done, she's made a mental note not to make any tight-knit attachments, as she knows they'll be severed when she moves somewhere else. However, deep down she truly does wish that she could have friends she could keep for once.
Second, and this is the big one... she's narcoleptic. She's prone to suddenly falling asleep at random times during the day, and any strong emotions like anger or laughter cause her muscles to slack (cataplexy). This impairs a lot of her actions, as she might suddenly fall asleep during a walk, or perhaps a photo shoot. Miraculously, her aunt has been able to keep this under the hat and Aika's career as a rising model is still ongoing (much to her dismay). Currently, her main coping method for her narcolepsy is to read anything and everything at every given opportunity. While this method isn't entirely foolproof, she gets to learn a lot of interesting concepts. So far, she likes reading about people that just don't click with society; people with disorders like her own, or perhaps something else. Aika also claims her plushie fix stems from the fact that she can fall asleep anytime, and that she wants something to hug in case she does; but in reality she just finds them really kyute. Don't ask her about them too enthusiastically though, since it's the only thing she'll actively discuss with you (assuming you care).
Aika often dreams when she sleeps, and usually these dreams involve some sort of gumdrop road or other sugar-coated confection. In a way, this reflect how she doesn't want to accept things as they are if she can't handle them. As I stated before, expressing any strong emotions will cause her to go into cataplexy. There has been, however, a single nightmare that she has been repeatedly having for the past year. It's taken many different structures, but it always involves her walking soundlessly through something that could kill her. Who knows? Maybe she'll have more nightmares as she develops; she's only still growing after all.
History: That day was one of those rare occasions when Sumire Ichigawa (obscurely known by her alias GizELLE) came to visit her hometown in Japan. After a year of frequent traveling, she needed someone to brag about it to, and her younger sister was her first choice. She finally returned to her hometown, only to find her sister and her husband... had died; and in a ***** no less! She had always known her sister as the calm, careful type, but... Even worse, her 1 year old daughter Aika was the sole survivor of the *****. Seeing as GizELLE was the only living relative in close distance, little Aika was thrust into her custody.
Living as a fashion designer on the road is a rather difficult life, especially with a child that isn't even yours. For a couple of years in her life, Aika's childhood smelt like a variety of hotels from many different countries around the world. Oh, and fancy-smelling soaps. When the time came for her to go to school, GizELLE had to settle down in France. As a child, she was an optimist who enjoyed making friends. Academically, she made sure to give 96% of her effort in everything she did; nothing less, nothing more. Aika enjoyed spending time with her friends in France, and the last things she needed was to be separated from them by some gifted program. Nonetheless, the day GizELLE would switch workplaces would certainly come, and Aika would dearly miss her friends, only to forget about them as she made new ones.
At this point, Aika had taken on a bit of her dad's French attributes, and soon she and GizELLE looked almost nothing alike. Yet, she was the freelance fashion designer's "daughter".
When she was 12, Aika realized that because she frequently traveled with her aunt, she could only create half-baked relationships with her classmates. Y'know, the kind that you have a tearful farewell with, but in the end they forget about you in a week. Her inquisitive, indifferent expression first showed itself at this point. Also at this point, GizELLE noticed Aika's blossoming figure, which she considered almost model material... but not quite. GizELLE told Aika about her proposal, and at first, the 12-year old thought it might be kind of fun. However, in order to bring out the doll-like figure GizELLE was waiting for, this idea had to hold for a couple of years. Finally, they returned to France and Aika got hooked with a modeling agency when she was 13 going on 14.
Speaking of age 14, this was when she had her first sleep attack. At first, GizELLE misinterpreted this as stress-relief due to all of the pressure on the modeling set, but slowly things were getting worse. Aika was often punished for sleeping in class, and her tests were covered in C's and saliva. One day, GizELLE sat her down on the couch and offered Aika some herbal tea, and tried to confront her as kindly as possible about her grade drop. Aika instigated that her sleeping spells weren't her fault, while GizELLE suggested that modeling made her stressed out. A fight ensued, when all of a sudden... Aika's head plopped down on the table, knocking over her herbal tea. She recovered after 2 minutes, but it was clear something was up. The doctors diagnosed with narcolepsy, and it was most likely hereditary. That last bit made GizELLE realize something shocking, and she kept it a secret from Aika.
As for her modeling career, it did indeed put stress on her. The designers (especially GizELLE) and photographers expected a lot form a young model like her. However, she felt that she couldn't just quit; she initially agreed with the idea of becoming a model, and going against GizELLE's wishes wasn't a good idea. Or so she thought. To make things worse, she had to keep her narcolepsy under the hat or she would be cut off from her agency; and GizELLE, not getting paid as well as her daughter, heavily depended on her daughter's salary. To keep it short, narcolepsy had changed her lifestyle for the worst, but luckily, she could attempt to adapt with it.
This was when her plushie and reding fix settled in. Really, it's been around since she was in grade 4, but now she could justify that "she needed a cuddle-buddy in case she fell asleep". With her portion of her salary, Aika slowly started to expand her collection by buying plushies imported from different places in Europe. As well, she attempted to storm through different kinds of literature from cultures as distant as Japan (particularly visual novels; she tends to subtly reference a couple). Thing is, concentrating on reading doesn't actually have an effect on narcoleptic sleeping patterns, but there are a lot of things that intrigue her; she just doesn't show it on her face.
Enter a new turning point; GizELLE was eventually fired after an argument with Aika's manager. Of course, she took her daughter with her, and for a short time Aika disappeared from the modeling world. Now that money was running short, GizELLE decided to find a new country to stay in. Eventually, she learned that one of Aika's ex-photographers, who she was good friends with, owned a place in Misty Springs. Packing ensued, and GizELLE, Aika, and 24 plushies had a new place to stay. Of course, Aika got hooked up with another modeling agency, and was once again told by GizELLE that "they would be staying for a while". Considering their current circumstances, that might actually be true. Aika, however, is still indifferent, perhaps tired (irony) of it all.
Weapon: During battle, Aika wields a kusarigama made out of a mysterious black metal. To attack, she swings the spiked ball in a circle above her head, then swings it so it wraps around her enemy. Then, she can use the small sickle for a quick kill. Although it's black in colour, it seems to leave behind a trail of sparkling white... dust? Moondust?
Other: One major problem I'm concerned about is how she can utilize a Persona/weapon if she suddenly falls asleep. storymasterb, are you okay with me preventing her from sleeping in Avalon?
Also, I've ***sored the key-words related to Aika's accident, because even at this point she doesn't know much about it.
Appearance: Arianrhod normally takes the form of a slim (about 7 ft tall), pale-skinned maiden with flowing platinum blonde hair and light violet eyes. Atop her head is a simplistic white/silver circlet made of mythril. Adorning her body is, like her hair, a flowing, strapless gown of a light silver hue (decorated with what seems to be scattered diamonds), and large, almost transparent silver butterfly wings. Flowing around her arms is a translucent scarf, which also appears to be... floating?
Arianrhod's second form involves her shape-shifting into a snow-white (with a hint of silver) owl with larger than average violet eyes. In this form, she stands at around 3 feet tall.
Powers: Arianrhod's is a powerful magic-user that focuses on the elements of Wind and Darkness. In her goddess form, she utilizes the element of Darkness. Her Dark spells usually revolve around several Hexes and curses, with varying effects, such as poison (Nightshade), hypnosis (Evil Eye), weakness (Shadow Hold) and paralysis (Dark Bind), as well as a few offensive Dark spells that usually are not the most powerful but have a side-effect that drains the life force of her foes and allows Aika to absorb said life force. In owl form, however, she loses her curses and hexes and instead utilizes powerful offensive Wind magic in the form of twisters, tornadoes and tempests, all colored a deep shade of silvery-violet when executed.
And here are some Gaia avatars;
Spoiler:- Aika's outfits:
Aika's normal look (school uniform for the hell of it) and her look at the beginning of the story (a loli fashion line?)
Normal Aika created by me, First appearance Aika created by *Jean Grey*. Lovely job, *JG*.
Last edited by Pir8Heart; 14th August 2012 at 11:12 AM.
Reason: edited Aika's first appearance look
Raiden193: Arianrhod as a Persona *squee*. Sorry. Just uh, little minor reference to a little card game I play which you've never ever heard of probably. Anyway, Aika is Accepted. As for the not falling asleep in Avalon thing, well, physically she's already asleep when she goes there so it makes sense for her to be unable to fall asleep in Avalon. Probably for the best that way, otherwise Shadows would have a field day with her.
Given that my reservation expires today and I've barely been home this last week to work on it, go ahead and open my slot for the Justice Arcana. Shame, I had some pretty cool ideas with Uriel as my character's Persona.
Originally Posted by scytherdude30
no no no you need an empoleon as your powerhouse da listen to me man I AM THE BOMB
Originally Posted by Zincspider
Yes, someone is getting 'killed'... HOORAY FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!....
Got it done. I had most of it lying around unused, so it didn't take me that long to spruce it up and get it good to go. ^^
Name: Rochelle "Elly" Wattson
Appearance: Elly is a rather unique little girl. Her chestnut brown hair is ridiculously long, as though it had never once been cut (it hasn't) and it extends most of the way down her back. She generally has it tied back into two long twin tails. Her skin is just lightly tanned, and as one would expect from a hyper little girl her figure is thin and wiry. She is a bit tall for her age, and often looks a bit older than she really is. Her eyes are a bright and cheerful green, and she is almost never without a smile on her face.
Her choice of attire is, oddly enough, what appears to be a girl scout's uniform. The outfit is extremely dated (it was her grandmother's) but otherwise, in remarkably good condition. Its a tan shirt and shorts combo that gives an instant impression of camping, s'mores, and a wagon-full of tasty cookies. A bright red handkerchief is tied around her neck, and she wears a matching bright red cardigan (complete with hood) whenever its potentially rainy or for late night adventures. A series of "merit badges" (homemade) are pinned to her shirt. A simple pair of loafers completes her attire.
Personality: Elly is the self-proclaimed one and only girl scout of Misty Springs. With so few kids around, and even fewer her own age, Elly took it upon herself to have fun with the older residents of the town. Wither its giving out cookies, opening doors, carrying a bag for someone, or some other such nicety, Elly is usually around to offer a helping hand to whoever she finds to be in need. Sadly, her definition of "in need" applies to pretty much everyone she comes across. And her attempts to help can often do just the opposite (She is 12). But, whenever things do happen to turn out that way, she will make every effort to fix it. Which... can occasionally make things even worse. Still, her failures never manage to deter her, and day after day she goes about her special brand of community service.
As "the one and only girl scout of Misty Springs", Elly has quite the reputation around town. And she runs with it. Most of the older residents know her by now, and she knows them. She knows that the old lady on the corner of 2nd street loves having someone help her weed her garden. She knows that the stray cat that hangs around the high school always likes a scratch under the chin and a piece of fish. And she knows which homes usually like which kinds of cookies. And when you know things like that, what do names really matter?
Speaking of which, Elly is not good with names. There's a reason she doesn't call herself Rochelle, she can't remember it. She gave herself the "Elly" moniker, a nickname most people know her by. This goes for others as well. If you can actually get her to start using your name, expect her to cut it short somehow. And not always in the appropriate way.
Elly doesn't spend a lot of time with other kids, mostly due to there not being many of them in Misty Springs, and her time spent with the older residents of the town have matured her quite a bit more than most girls her age. She might not always act like a big girl, but she still has a respectful, courteous side. She always remembers her manners and treats others politely. She's not usually one to whine about things either.
History: Rochelle's mother left her father for another man when she was just a year or two old. As a result, she never really knew her. Her father had a very small family, and work kept him overseas quite often. When Elly's mother left, he simply didn't have the means to take care of her properly. Thankfully, his mother was understanding and so Elly came to stay with her grandmother in Misty Springs. Her grandfather had since passed away, and so it was only the two of them in the house except for those rare occasions when her dad could be home to visit for a week or two. Her grandmother was grateful for the company, and Elly had quite the pleasant childhood in the quiet little town.
Growing up without any other kids her age was a bit tough for her at first. Her grandmother would play with her, but she simply didn't have the energy to keep up with the little girl. Elly would spend her days in a world of imagination, exploring some mysterious cavern (the basement), a magical rainforest (the woods), or some other such place. And then one day, she came across an old box in her grandmother's basement.
It was from when she was a little girl, right around Elly's age. She had been a Girl Scout, back when Misty Springs still had enough kids around for that kind of thing. Elly dove into the box, pulling out pictures, and scrapbooks, and journals, until she got to the uniform. A grin on her face, she tried it on and was delighted to see that it fit. It was still a bit lose, but she could grow into it! It was perfect.
With a mile wide grin, she dashed upstairs to show her grandmother, and the rest is a little piece of Misty Springs history. As her grandmother would tell her stories of her scout-hood days, Elly would get inspired and set off on some project or another. She even got her grandmother to help her start making cookies again from the old recipies. And thus, Misty Springs found itself with a resident Girl Scout without a scout master. And with summer just starting, Elly's summer time projects are just about to kick into overdrive.
Weapon: Elly's weapon is, quite frankly, a large mallet. It doesn't seem to be made of metal, but something slightly softer. Reguardless, the huge hammer is over half as big as she is, yet in the realm of Avalon she has no difficulty handling the ridiculous weapon. The handle is a cheerful sunshine yellow, tipped with a star shaped charm, and the head is white with red trim.
Source: Judeo-Christian. The first order of Angels, known as "the watchers who never sleep". The Guardian Angels are among their number.
Appearance: (Basically, Angel retains her P3 appearance.) Angel takes the form of a beautiful, but modestly built young woman. She has long blond hair, skin like porcelain, and an almost delicate looking figure. Beautiful snowy white wings emerge from her back, each nearly as long as she is tall. A black silken blindfold is wrapped around her face, a white eye-like pattern on the front center. The tails of the blindfold extend all the way down to her feet. Her only attire is made of the same black silk as the blindfold. A choker wraps around her neck, a long chain trailing off of it. The chain is nearly as long as she is tall. Thin ribbons of black silk wrap around her form, one across her chest, one above her waist, and several more wrapped around her hips and thighs, almost like a pair of shorts. Another ribbon extends down her front, from the collar around her neck, across the other two strips, and over the bottom ones, where it wraps around and continues up her back where it returns to her collar. She is barefoot, and wears no other accessories.
Powers: Angel has a variety of skills, none too overtly powerful in their own right, but she is able to adapt to almost any situation. Angel has rudimentary wind magic, able to attack with weak but wide hitting attacks. Her stronger offensive powers are light magics, strong but often single-target. Angel is also capable of defensive skills, either boosting allies abilities or blocking specific types of attacks. Though she has a variety of skills, Angel's abilities are often focused on a single individual, with her wind magic being her only multi-target abilities. Angel will eventually become versed in some essential healing spells, though at the start of the RP they are unavailable to her.
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Appearance: Lilly stands at about 5'6", about average height for her age. She has a slender frame, and her figure could be described as "boyish", lacking feminine curves. Like her brother, her skin is lightly tanned from living in the tropics for most of her life. Also like her brother, her eyes are large, and a light shade of blue; a trait that seems to run in the family. Her straight black hair normally falls to her shoulders, with bangs that go to her eyebrows that she normally keeps combed to the side. She usually has her hair tied up in a ponytail so it is not in the way.
For clothing, Lilly wears what is comfortable and appropriate for the situation. Her wardrobe mostly consists of loose fitting T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. Although she doesn't have too many dresses, she doesn't really have a problem with wearing one. Although her ears are pierced, She doesn't wear earrings, or own much Jewelry at all for that matter, as she often finds it just gets in the way. She is nearsighted, so she wears a pair of frameless glasses, which she likes because she thinks they make her look professional. She also carries a red backpack to keep her items in.
Personality: Lilly is an intelligent and resourceful girl. She likes coming up with plans, and watching those plans succeed. Careful and calculating, she always thinks her actions carefully, because she doesn't like taking unnecessary risks, and doesn't understand why some others don't do the same. She always follows the rules, and has a respect for authority, as breaking the rules would just be taking another unnecessary risk, and be completely counterproductive to your goal if you get into trouble. She also encourages other people to follow the rules, and is not afraid to report someone (Anonymously) if she catches someone breaking them.
For all of her intelligence, she's not really much of a people person, and she doesn't have many friends in Misty Springs. It's not that averse to the idea of making friends and is a complete loner, as she's actually quite talkative and opinionated around people she knows very well. It's just that she's not like her brother in that regard, and approaching people is difficult. So, she just got used to being alone. If one is patient with her though, she can be a good friend to have.
She has a dry sarcastic sense of humor, and often makes sarcastic comments about things when the opportunity arises, though this can sometimes make her seem cruel to others. She is also very stubborn, often believing her opinions are the right ones. She can be judgemental at times, but even though a lot of things annoy her, she still tries to keep a calm demeanor, as having an outburst is just asking for trouble.
History: (Most of her history is the same as Leo's, so I'll just summarize it.) Lilly was born and raised in Miami, Florida. She was the middle child of three siblings. Her parents divorced when she was young, which upset her a lot. She was left her with her mother, her younger sister Lucy, and older brother Leo. Being the middle child, she often felt neglected because Leo got all the responsibilities due to being the oldest, and Lucy got most of the attention for being the youngest. Over the years, she simply ignored this feeling, and just learned to cope. She developed an interest in reading at an early age, and she could often be seen with a book. As a result, when she started school, she found herself doing well without having to try very hard. She even managed to skip a grade.
She didn't have a lot of friends, but she did have a small group of kids her age who she shared a common interest with and would sit together at the cafeteria during lunch time, that she enjoyed being with. Things were going well for her, until her mother announced they were moving to Misty Springs. She wasn't happy about this decision, but there wasn't much she could do about it. In Misty Springs, she didn't really speak to that many people. While she wasn't bullied, she was pretty much an outcast. Because her brother was a social butterfly, she's mostly known as being Leo's sister by most of the other students. A reputation she hates.
However, she eventually found somewhere she could fit in. When she was old enough to go on the internet, she discovered text based roleplaying games, and found herself enjoying them, and being accepted by the forum. She often spends hours on the computer typing up posts for various RPG's, (when her homeworks done, of course,) and uses it to take a break from the troubles of her everyday life. She even managed to become a moderator on one forum she frequents, and many trolls have gotten banned under her modship. Her internet friends are currently the only real friends she has.
Weapon: In Avalon, Lilly's weapon is a Chakram. A Circular weapon with a sharp outter edge. It is primarilly used as a throwing weapon, but it can also be used in close fights during emergenceies.
Source: Omoikane is a Shinto god of Wisdom and Intelligence. His name means "serving ones thoughts." He was always called upon to "ponder" and give advice to the other deities. He was able to hold many thoughts at once, or combine in one mind, the mental powers of many individuals.
Appearance: In this world, Omoikane takes the form of a giant, floating, disembodied brain with tentacles and eyes. I'm not really sure how to describe it, so here's a link to the wiki page. http://megamitensei.wikia.com/wiki/Omoikane
Powers: Omoikane is primarily a status inflictor. He is able to induce various mental conditions (Charm, Confusion, Rage, Fear, etc.) to manipulate his enemies. He can also remove such ailments from his allies. As far as attacking goes, he can make use of those tentacles to grab enemies, and use some physical attacks. He has some access to electric based attacks. He has no elemental strengths or weaknesses.
Last edited by Monster Guy; 24th August 2012 at 4:26 AM.
Dammit! I want a spot in this RPG! But it looks like all spots are taken! I have a character who can fit the Emperor slot too... Well, is there any other way I can get into this RPG? Maybe even for the Fool, Judgment, or the World? Or a spot as a teacher or tutor or even a fortune-teller who lives and works near the school and used to attend it (I have a pretty good idea for a character like that, one who is also a scholar of the legends of Avalon)?
All I can say is, I've been looking for a Persona RPG to join that Zincspider didn't make (no offense to Zincspider of course), and I just don't check the signup forum often enough to have noticed this one while all the spots were open. Any other opportunities I might have to make it into here would be great.
Niihyl: Reservation Accepted. It expires on the 28th.
Kiruria: Well, I already have things planned for Fool, Judgment and World. The issue is basically that all the character slots are taken, and I don't plan to make more because as far as people involved in the Avalon side of things go, I've basically mapped out everyone. So yeah. Sorry, there's just nothing I can really think of which wouldn't jar with the plan I have.
Okay, then I'll reserve the Emperor... Not really the Arcana I wanted (especially since my character and Persona both have to be male--I might have to resort to a character I'm already using in a Persona RPG now), but maybe I can come up with something...
Last edited by Kiruria; 31st August 2012 at 8:05 PM.