Fantasy || Dream Chasers || (Characters)

[Cosmos]

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Personality: (1 Short Parapragh Will Do)

Backstory: (Doesn't Have To Be Huge 3 Paragraphs Maximum 1 Minimum)

Dream: (What Does Your Character Have As Their 'Dream')

Power: (Nothing Overpowered And Please Make It Relevant To Your Character)

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[Cosmos]

Name:
Tsumiko Akuri
'Miko'

Age:
16 & 5/8

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Images

Quote:
"Fate may bring two people together, but from then on it's your own choices, your own decisions either you part ways or you stay together, its not something you can blame on anyone or anything else, it's beautiful but sometimes not meant to be, but when it does happen, when you make that path together towards your destiny? The stars seem to shine brighter than ever before."

Personality:
-Sporty
-Caring
-Strong-Willed
-Resilient
-Hard-Working
-Tough
-Friendly
-Hopeful
-Optimistic
-Believer
-Fiery
-Good spirited
-Willing helper
-Trusting
-Forgiving
-Loyal
-Good Heart
[Main Personality Described Above In Quote]

Backstory:
Tsumiko was raised by her mother from an extremely young age, a brave and strong woman who always had a kind heart and worked tirelessly to supply for the two of them after he rio good husband had abandoned her four months into the marriage after having found out she was with child to his daughter, she was only eighteen at the time. She was raised to be a good and optimistic child, the two spent most of everyday together once starting school Miko's extraordinary talent at sports began to show through, she could beat all of the other school children in foot races, and always one when it came to feats of strength, working so hard had given her quite the muscle build up and she truely loved doing it, the activities made her happy.

They didn't have the money to afford for her to join special teams after school or anything of the sort, the only way she even got into a good high school being on a high ranking sport scholarship she'd applied for, other kids tended to stay away from the girl though, no matter how much she helped them she didn't seem to fit in, she didn't like makeup or all of that, even the guys stayed away out of fear of being showed up by the female, not to mention little time to spend outside of school, she did and still does have a few close friends, one or two that are also in the top ranks of the track team and she wouldn't give them up for a hundred other ones. But recently she's started having, well- simply put teenage longings, a want for a relationship closer than just friendship with others and as much as she's like to act as though she's invisible, she really wants to be loved.

Dream:
To Be And Find Love.

Power:
'Power Burst'
The girl bite literally 'heats up' when her emotions or temper flares, she gets to stressed and all of a sudden flames can suddenly appear on her hands that although not burning her are certainly a danger to surroundings if she isn't careful, her skin also physically much hotter to the touch than usual not too mention a small burst of increased strength, as though the flames coursing through the veins are empowering her own already strong abilities.

Other:
-Is on the school track team.
-Works two part-time jobs.
-Lives in an apartment with her mother.
-Favourite colour is a blueish purple.
-Favourite food is instal-cook ramen cups.

Writing Sample:
[I'm the GM so I don't need to do this "^w^ But remember everyone else does! :3]​

 

[doneanddusted]

Name
Suzuki Hoshiko
(Hokko, Hoshiko, Ho Ho Ho...)

Age
16

Gender
Female

Zodiac
Cancer

Appearance

The same people who made Madoka Magica made Bakemonogatari and that makes me very happy.

Personality
Imma do bullet points if that's okay
Kinda Socially Awkward
But also likes to talk
Extrovert
Anxious
Friendly
Rambles
Easily stressed
Easily snappy when stressed
Ambitious
Open minded
Loving
Caring
Self Esteem Problems
Guilt Problems
Hard worker
Lacks shame
Kinda dumb but in that "lacks common sense" category of dumb

Backstory
Hokko was always one of the top students. Never the top. She was always an extremely hard worker, and although she did sometimes procrastinate, she usually made sure to get her work down fast and well. Throughout elementary and middle school, the only child of a girl had a close circle of friends (who were usually smarter than her) that she could rely on. Then, high school happened. Contact with her old friends became less common, as they went their own ways to different high schools. Making new friends was hard, and while Hokko had friends, they were never truly... friends. Still, she bathed in as much social interaction as she could.

Hokko had always been competitive, and she had always wanted to be the top student. Yet, for some reason, she always found herself behind. She was clearly good in both academics and sports, but definitely not the best, and that was what frustrated her. No, it didn't just frustrate her. It scared her, because deep inside, her primary fear was failure. She believed that she had to stand out to be accepted into college and to have a good future, but she realized that she wasn't good or unique enough.

From then on, Hokko was constantly struggling, often switching between giving up and not caring about her work, to desperately trying to be perfect in her work.

Dream
Success

Power
Magnetism: She can attract or repel things from her. The most it can attract/repel are things two times her mass/size/adjectives, and the strength is more emotion controlled than anything. She can’t control what she attracts/repels, it’s all or nothing. She can, however, control which body part is attracting or repelling things.

Other
Varsity Volleyball
Chill part time job

Writing Sample
I will be sending it in a PM​

 

[LullDayBreak13]

Name: Keisuke Akamine

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Quote:
"Each of us lives, dependent and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness. All that is what we call reality. However, both knowledge and awareness are equivocal. One's reality might be another's illusion. We all live inside our own fantasies."

Personality:
From a young age, Keisuke was always quiet and responsible, showing noticeable maturity for his age. At the same time, he was fairly naive as a child in many real-worlds scenarios and as such was willing to learn from his peers on how to differentiate situations. He never became arrogant about his own capabilities or accomplishments. But despite showing his kindness and love for his family, he always receives a mental or physical punishment from his parents. Making Keisuke, the problem child that everyone in his neighborhood talks about.

Backstory:
Being the eldest son of the Akamine family, he was shun down by his biological parents. For every achievements he made it was always ignored. Making the youngest son to be the more favored one in their family. The only person who would give him love and comfort was his grandmother who later passed away after a heart attack. Even after his grandmother's death, he still remained in the Akamine household for a few years. This gave him a trauma of ever feeling love or genuine care for him.

After moving out and started to live in an apartment he bought for himself, he was already known as the problem child of the town. Rumors spreading around that at night, he would go and make trouble around the neighborhood. He thought it would please his parents that he is being the problem child that they thought him to be, living up to their horrible expectations. It became even worse after he received his abilities. Despite his old self for being mature, people see him as a dangerous person who would just scare people away from him. Making his parents disown him for good.

Dream:
Despite him being afraid of the feeling 'Love', deep down he still wants someone to accept him for who he really is.

Power:
Hidden Monster
Wreaking havoc in town at night. His full power is most dangerous whenever its night time. Having to control his ability was hard for him since he has to be careful with everything he touched. When he got his abilities he couldn't control it at first but he trained himself into using this ability for his daily life so he won't scare others so much. Having super strength was unimaginable for him before and its still is for Keisuke.

Other: Secretly a popular student but girls were too shy or scared to approach him. Despite him turning into a violent teenager, he loves to bake or cook food.

Writing Sample:
After waking up from that horrid nightmare, Dan saw his reflection from the mirror, making him recall the horrible and unsightly form he once had when he was in his wolf form. Sweat covered his whole body, his hair all damp from the sweat and his body trembling in fear. Dan looks down at his hands to see blood covering them and his white bed sheets now covered with red blood. He screamed and backs away before closing his eyes. "No! No! Noo! This isn't true!" he later opened his eyes again to see that the blood was gone. He sighed in relief and quickly went to his bathroom to wash freshen up and wake him up from his nightmare.

Trying to forget about his nightmare, he turns on the t.v and sees watches the news while he eats his breakfast. Which consists of toasts, eggs and salad. It was the usual news of course. New events coming up. A video of a girl singing while playing her guitar, making the live audience watch her in awe. And after that a breaking news of a scene where there were several dead bodies found near the park. The bodies were blurred but the instant he saw the place, he dropped his toast on his plate. A realization came in mind. Refusing to believe that the nightmare he just had wasn't true. He wanted it to be just a nightmare instead of being the real thing. Placing hands on his face, trembling in fear. Dan was afraid. Afraid of himself. Afraid of what he is becoming.​

 

[Nonexisting]

Name:
sebastian lorian karmicheal wintergreen

nicknames:
seb,sebby,bastian,bassy,bas,snow white,white rabbit,and jack frost.

Age:
17

Gender:
male

sexuality:
gay

height: 6'3

Appearance:
(welp i liked this picture i found too much,btw i did not draw this. found it on google.)

Quote:
"my body is my canvas. my emotions are the scene. my blood,sweat,and tears are the paints. and my heart is the paint brush..."

Personality:

the first a foremost thing one would notice about sebastian is that he is very self-confident not one to really to shy away from a crowd which is what makes him pretty flamboyant as he adores attention. he is pretty sassy,not afraid to criticize when he feels like it and can be rather blunt in his opinions. seb is the kind of guy who loves to get creative,whether it be a poem or sketch to whether it be plans to get back at someone. he sees the world as his canvas for his art and if you ruin any of his so called "masterpieces" (even if it's vandalism) he of course will be none too happy. sebastian gets along pretty well with women more than he does most men. why? because he feels that he relates to them well. he believes that like him that most women have the desire to be beautiful. even though sebatian has confidence in himself around others does not mean he is the most happy of people,he is actually quite depressive constantly even criticizing himself. sebastian wants to be the best and he wants to impress those around him to make up for his parents disowning him. sometimes he will wind up getting high off his ass or destroying his pictures to cope.

Backstory:

sebastian lorian karmicheal wintergreen was born to a mr. louis carrinton and mrs. lilith rosemary wintergreen on the 5th of January. he was born and raised into a rather wealthy faimly where his parents wanted to force him into taking over the faimly company. they were extremely strict with him and didn't like that their son wanted to attend art school instead. they'd often look down upon his saying he should be more like his younger brother who was a grade A student and always getting top of the class. sebastian worked hard to try to prove his parents that he could make them proud but no matter how good his grades were and how many awards he won they weren't happy with him. he had even managed to get some of his paintings put in one of the most known art galleries and still that displeased them.

as time passed,seb's grades started slipping and he ended up skipping classes as well as doing drugs. he'd get in trouble alot with the school for vandalism and getting into fights alot. he ended up sending up to 10 guys to the hospital which included two guys he was hanging out with. majority of his friends were girls and his bestfriend was a girl he grew up with named kiki,who seemed to be the only person who accepted him no matter what happened. well that's until he met victor. victor to sebastian was one of the most beautiful people he had ever met in his eyes. he loved victor dearly and because of him sebastian became happier. he started to smile more and had tried to better himself attending his classes and bringing his grades up. then came when sebastian decided to bring him home to his parents. his parents were livid and called him disgusting,his mother even going far as smacking him. they disowned sebastian for good and he was given money and told that he was to live elsewhere. the next day victor broke up with him and sebastian ended up moving out in a small house bought by his parents given to him as a way to get rid of him. from then on he dropped out of school and started working with the art gallery.

Dream:
"to be seen as someone truely beautiful..."


Power:
the breath of art:
sebastian can draw things and bring what he draws in into reality to come to life. how it works is he'll draw say a butterfly for example and it will emerge from where it was drawn and flutter about. drawings are usually not tangible to anyone but sebastian so they are pretty harmless but good for creating illusions. now if he were to make a sculpture or doll of sorts he can make them walk and move under his command but these ones are very difficult for him to do and the same goes for any tangible art he makes. using his powers takes a toll on his body and makes him extremely tired so he tries not to use them too much as the harder and more complex it is the more energy he loses.

*he can make art without using his power*

Other: (Optional)

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: sample

walking beside victor he had reached out to take his hand within his own. victor looked up at sebastian with a smile and sebastian smiled back i return. walking beside him down the side walk on the way home was always such bliss. it was too good to be true and he should have known when he looked back once more and the scene had changed with victor slapping away his hand and crying followed by him snapping at sebastian. "NO! we can't do this anymore...we're through!" he yelled before bolting off. sebastian felt tears run down his own cheeks and that was when the scene changed to his parents and so on. it was all a dream though because shortly after he woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in his eyes. sebastian rubbed his eyes gently before putting on his glasses as he found himself staring at his ceiling from where he had laid on his couch in the living room where he had crashed the night before. he got up slowly looking around at his surroundings.

'ugh,so messy i really should clean everything up' he thought as he managed to push himself up. he grabbed a trash bag and started to clean up everything including all the busted paintings throwing them in the trash bag before going to the front door opening it and left. he exhaled deeply. he had quite a night last night. he had gotten drunk off his ass this time and ended up destroying the place along with a bunch of his paintings because he was angry. now he felt more frustrated with himself because he destroyed his latest work. taking the bag out to the curb first then checked the mail box which was of course empty he then turned back around heading back for his front door. when he got back inside he proceeded to sniff his arm only to make a disgusted look. "EW, i really need a shower ...that is not right,sebby." he scolded himself and hurried off to his bathroom to bathe,deodorize and brush his teeth then change.

he had decided on a light colored tanktop with some bottoms as he felt like he wouldn't be leaving today. he decided to cook himself some eggs and toast then plopped down on the couch turning on the telivision. he flipped through the channels eating his breakfast as he started watching what seemed to be his favorite show. when he noticed one of the guys took off his shirt sebastian booed a little and pointed at the tv. "i wanna see elias' abs not your gross skinny ass....like what are they trying to do with that music? YOU HUNIE ARE A CHILD! LET ME SEE THE SEXY ELIAS!!" he yelled at the t.v. he then started yelling a few minutes later when he saw that they had put in a scene where his favorite character was kissing the character eliza rather that liam.

" nooooooo....why?! this ruins everything! he was in love with liam and then they pair him with that bitch. elias doesn't even like women!! plus,why the hell did they pick eliza?? she's not even pretty and always has those tacky dresses and lacks any actual emotion,this woman is worse than that chick from twilight! if they had to go with a woman why not kendra,she's a beautiful strong woman and doesn't constantly look like she got hit by a bus." he shouted at his t.v then changed the channel out of spite. "okay,i'm going to get a new favorite show." he pouted.

 

[Honeyed Tea]

Name: Honoka Shimzu

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Quote: "I suppose I'll say.. "If you have to decide on something, go with your gut instinct.. Unless you're really hungry at that moment, because you shouldn't trust yourself when you're hungry." "

Personality: Honoka is extremely timid, having been raised by older guardians, and being the only child in the household. She learned to entertain herself from a young age, to the point of being overwhelmed by the presence of multiple people. She finds the greatest interest in that which is normally boring. You can find her doing anything from reading a book to counting the floorboards. However, she'll never be seen in a large group by choice, or even doing something that would cause almost any amount of noise even on her own, like watching a movie without using headphones.

Backstory: Having been born into a family of great poverty, Honoka was adopted by another, wealthier family as soon as she was born. The man and woman who took her in were a great deal older than her birth parents, and hadn't a single child of their own. It was never explicitly kept a secret that she was adopted, but Honoka didn't find out until she asked for herself.
Growing up, Honoka had trouble making any friends at school, mostly due to her lack of trying. Her adoptive parents weren't necessarily worried about this, as she was always happy at home. She spent most of her free time reading, studying, or otherwise keeping to herself, with the exception of an occasional board game with her parents.
The most uncharacteristic thing she did was take a walk through the nearby woods for roughly an hour every Saturday. When questioned about what she was up to on these trips, she explained that she was most at peace when surrounded by the nature, the serenity. Sometimes, on a particularly warm summer night, she'd go out to a clearing in the trees and set up a temporary camp for the night. It was on one of these treks through the woods that she received her powers, and never told anyone about them, even after gaining control over them.

Dream: "I wish.. I could find someone I could enjoy spending time with. Other than my parents, of course.."

Power: Honoka is able to bring life to the plants around her. For the most part, they will work in her will, rapidly growing and moving to protect her, to catch her from a fall, or sometimes a tree's roots will grow out as a bench for her to rest on. Of course, not everyone is nice, and this applies to her plants, as well. Occasionally, a stray sapling will go out of it's way to trip her, or the grass will grow and change the direction of a path. Honoka is able to communicate with the friendly(and sometimes the not so friendly) plants, making her task desired from them to be clear. She's managed to convince the grass to fix the pathways from time to time, and even to stop the less sneaky vines from tripping her.

Note: I wasn't sure if the sample should be related to the rp, so here's the start to something I wrote a few days ago.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

"Hey.. I'll call you back. I always lose service around here.. Yeah, bye." I didn't think much of it at the time, but as soon as I finished my sentence and went to hang up, my phone was dead. Lucky timing, I suppose.. I was taking the long way around town on my way home, and I just arrived at the turn that took me through the woods. Sunset had just finished, with the last traces of red leaving the sky, and here I was, about to enter the darkest part of town, even in midday. The crunching beneath my shoes began, and I now had to navigate by memory, until my eyes adjusted to the night. There was something.. Unfamiliar about this place tonight. I couldn't yet place what it was for a few minutes, and when I could finally see what was going on, I suppose that's when it was too late. Half the trees had a bloodred tinge to them, which was, of course, the source of the difference I couldn't completely notice before. It was an odd smell. Is this what blood smells like? I thought it would be.. I don't know, worse? It looked like someone had brought dozens of blood bags into the woods and sprayed them everywhere. Maybe it's not actually blood? There's no way the smell would be this faint if it were real blood... But what else could it be? I kept going, although at a much faster pace; almost a run, placing my feet where I knew I wouldn't trip. By some miracle, I managed to make it to the other side of the woods, but I was now sprinting to my house, and didn't stop until I reached the front door. "Fuck... What was that?" I asked myself as I unlocked the front door and walked inside. I practically fell asleep on the spot, but I got to my room, thanks to yet another miracle, and passed out there.
I woke up to a rather loud alarm clock, which was supposed to ring at 8 in the morning, and it was 9:30- an hour and a half later. I reluctantly rose from my nightly grave, and checked the setting to see it had, in fact, been running since it's set alarm time. I almost thought the previous night was a dream, but as I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast, there was a path of red footprints, coming from my shoes, right to my door. That is, without a doubt, going to be a mess to clean up. As if they were waiting for me to come out of my room, there was a prompt banging on the door, with a woman's voice saying "XXP.D.! Open up, we've got a few questions for you."

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Name: Genji Youkokin

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Spoiler: Appearance

Quote: “Sometimes the world won’t give you what you want because you ask for it…but like I said that's sometimes. When it does happen, be sure not to get too greedy, it can ruin your life…”

Personality: Genji is very caring once he gets to know someone, he will sacrifice himself to make sure he isn’t seen as a failure by them. Sometimes he would even go as far as risking his life just to prove this. He can also be very courageous in times of need but that doesn’t mean he isn’t careful, he will always try to analyze a situation to the best of his ability. Luck doesn’t ever seem to be on his side so it takes a while for him to trust someone and can close off if he feels it is necessary to do so. Genji is used to taking damage whether it is mentally or physically, its almost as if he expects it when meeting someone or doing something he thinks is wrong.

Backstory: Genji is a very nice boy and he would always try to see the best in people even when they didn’t see the best in him. He lives in a family with very high standards, no matter what he does whether it be getting good grades, being the best at anything, or even just trying to be a good son by cooking for his parents it seems that they would never accept him. He always wondered throughout his life if it was okay to get rid of himself, that maybe that would fix the problem and he would have finally done something right in his parent's eyes. What did they want from him? Was he just a bad son? He knew he loved them and that's why these thoughts got to his head. He was always bent on trying to be the best for people no matter the cost, he tried to impress, impress, and impress all of his life but he never got the praise that he deserved.

This mark in his life led to him being alone, being too weird. It seemed he never had time to do anything else unless it was for his parents but that would all change. He was starting to get praise from his older sister, she always got the attention he wanted and he was jealous of her until she actually took the time to acknowledge everything he was doing. It made him feel better, so much better but he still has issues trying to be perfect for people. Later on, his parents died on a business trip they went on, it scarred him for a while as now his sister was the only one to care for the both of them and was his moral support. She was rarely home so he felt alone inside and never went out much unless it was for the purpose of going to school. When he would go to school people could tell there was a change in him. He went everywhere to all people in the school to find a place to fit in, it took him a while to finally get the hang of trying to be a normal kid and now he is here going to a Festival he was recommended to go to so his mind could clear up so more, it was also suggested that he should find some more friends and just have a great time.

Dream: To live a normal life and find someone to care for him that he could finally, please and have peace of mind with.

Power: Perfect Touch- The ability to copy what he sees. He basically learns things faster than people just by watching them do it or watching a video on it if he chooses he wants to learn it. His eye also glows when it's in use.

Weakness: Has a max of 4 things he can learn and he can't relearn them for a month to a year

Favorite Color: Green

Likes: Music, Drawing, Playing Video Games, Basketball, Making others happy, Girls, Dancing, Anything that makes people happy.

Writing Sample: ( Sent To Pikachu In A PM )

 

[AgWordSmith]

Name: Kira Ren

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Quote: "I can't close my eyes anymore I'm afraid of falling asleep."

Personality:

Kira would be one of the loud ones, popular, adventurous, out there on the top of the world, but her constant daydreaming keeps her from that. Instead of that more exhilarating part of her is saved for those she trusts and for moments where she just says 'Fuck it' and does what she wants. Kira stays cool, calm, collected and rather keep an air of mystery about her. She's not shy, just likes to keep to herself. it makes things easier. Strangers are often treated with politeness but she won't go above and beyond for those unknown to her unless she feels that they deserve it.That being said she's a believer in the unseen, auras, and maybe even spirits. If someone gives her bad vibes she stays away. When she does find someone she likes its nothing but loyalty and understanding from her. When alone her mind likes to wander and she often will speak to

Backstory:

Kira Grew up on the outskirts of the town with her dad and older brother. Their dad loved them both dearly, but the siblings were like two peas in a pod. Kira didn't need any other friend than him and he didn't have anyone else either. Both of them were obsessed with dreams and the human minds, keeping dream journals, figuring out their meaning and if dreams were any sort of real or not. Her brother did more of the researching whereas Kira like to draw out the good dreams they had. "Bringing the dream to reality eh?" he used to say. Kira couldn't help but get inspired by them. As they grew older they kept their journals and Kira kept up her art but she bother had to work since their dad lost his job. When he was gone Kira explored the town with the local kids, but when he came home it was back to their adventures in the dreamscape.

That all ended a year ago. When he didn't come home. As her dad called the police, Kira went running. Running down the street towards her brother's job she found the crashed car, police sirens. A concerned crowd of people as her brother was taken into an ambulance. He died that night, and nothing was the same. Her father started drinking, her art was left alone. There are nights, we're screaming could be heard and days where she had to put on a jacket in the middle of summer to hide the bruises. She stopped sleeping to avoid the nightmares that never ended. Now she just hangs around town till its late at night and leaves home as early as possible. She has friends....but the wrong kind. The kids that hang out at the junkyard and old abandoned places.

Dream: To leave the town and find a place that felt like home again

Power:Day Dreamer
She can create glowing ghostly constructs of things from her sleeping and waking dreams. Each construct only last 20 minutes at a time and she can create multiple ones but the more she makes the more tired she gets till she passes out. The longer she uses this power the same will happen.

Extra:
-Uses a new kind of experimental hair dye that makes the blond part of her hair glow in the dark.

-Often sleeps in the abandoned houses in town to avoid her father, but this usually makes things worse the next time she comes home.

-Learned a bit of street fighting from the kids she hangs out with, they're rough around the edges but they are the only people she likes to be with.

Favorite Color: Purple

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Writting Sample from another destailed rp

She just couldn't resist, could she? Not even three days after returning from her trip to Eufice River found her heart and feet planted onto this boat to Fukuya. It wasn't even a challenge to get on either, posing as a mercenary, putting on her best act to do so, seemed to do the trick. Laughing to herself she thought they'd just let anybody on here these days. During the ride she's made good company with the crew, learning more about sailing from them. Now dangling upside down from one of the many ropes above the ship deck, River observed those below her, thinking deeply.

She had been to Fukuya a few times since its discovery but never managed to stay for long since those in charge of her ride home were always driven off. Maybe, this time it will be different. Maybe this time she'll get to explore the island further than the villages and towns by the shores. While smiling at the thought of seeing new places and meeting new people River dropped back onto the deck of the ship, startling a crew member who then shook his head at her and went on about his business. She chuckled going over to watch the sea ahead of them to see if the island would be in view. The ocean air against her face felt exhilarating, it took every bit of self-control she had not to jump and feel the salty water on her skin. Pushing the thought of jumping from her mind River set focus to the unreachable horizon. An hour? Was that what they were saying? Only an hour to Fukuya! how wonderful! She leaned onto the railing and embraced the widening smile on her face, lost in thought if the potential travels ahead.

 

[August]

Name:
Itsuka (Tachi) Amari
"Itsuu" (x2 at times)
Suka is reserved for close people
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Spoiler

When he is off stage, Itsuka uses his prescription glasses instead of his contacts, and combs his hair down in his attempt to be "undercover".

Quote:
"Being an idol is supposed to be more fun than this."

Personality:
Itsuka is an eccentric sort person who is constantly smiling about something. He is a social butterfly who enjoys getting out there and acting freely. Itsuka is overly expressive of himself, but will often hold back any serious thoughts which often makes it seem like he is obvious to things.
While he isn't completely stupid, he does struggle with the minor details and gets lost in the overall picture. He is pretty good with his instincts, but requires some time to think about harder stuff. Itsuka isn't a complete idiot, but he does get distracted easily and needs more time. Since Itsuka does take more time on things, he has gotten it into his head that he isn't very smart and that his decisions aren't good enough. This leads him to be more passive in decision making, which allows others to take control over him.
Backstory:
Itsuka at a young age had decided he wanted to be an idol, and his parents being the business robots they were didn't exactly agree with what was seemingly a bad path. Since his parents were usually busy with their own stuff, leaving his neighbor to look after him, Itsuka had a lot of free time to work towards his dream.
Originally he was a small YouTube channel (ItsuItsuu) and did some covers. As he started to grow, he began making original songs, forming albums to sale. Much to his family and his own surprise, they were an actual success. As the money started to roll in, his parents became a bigger part of his lives, convinced that their silly child would be unable to manage the career he had started.
Things he usually just did on a whim shifted into following strict guidelines his mother would set up based on statistics of what kind of smile got more fans than others. His schedule became filled with what his father would deemed would be beneficial to his image.
It felt as if his whole life was no longer his own . . .
Dream:
Freedom; Control of his life

Power:
Voices of the Wind - Itsuka has a hypnotic like ability, that is more of influencing their thoughts rather than controlling them. This has three different effects depending on how it is used.
Up close and single target is the most effective for the moment. This is closer to hypnotizing, and works if Itsuka is able to quickly subdue the target and use his voice to get them to listen to his commands. Depending on how much Itsuka contradicts their original thoughts/ideals, and their personal willpower, the effect will wear off fast. If he can't catch them off guard or get them affected before they sense something is wrong, it will fail.

The second use is more effective, but only on people who are more willing. If he is able to fuse his voice into music and wind to carry out his influences. Subliminal messages basically in which he is planting ideas into people's head through subtle means. This only works on people who are willing.​

Spoiler

An example of this would be if Itsuka wanted to get his fans to love him more during a concert. If he used this tactic, the fans in the first few rows would get affected and become more dedicated to him. If there was a 47 year old man who was dragged in by his daughter in the first roll, he'd be unaffected because this thought of loving a teen idol is against his own ideals.

The issues with this are:
-Only works on people who are willing, or already have similar ideals
-If someone already had thoughts he tried to plant, it amplifies it.

Other:
-An uprising idol, not completely at the top but he is certainly getting people's attention
-Has tested his power during a concert and now has a group of hardcore fans (the first two roles at least)
-Still attends a public high school, but is called Tachi (literally taken from Tachibana) to avoid getting noticed too much at school. Often dresses up as a "messy nerd" to try to "cover up the stardom"

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: "The Council of the Seven Knights" (an old roleplay)

Juniper couldn't restrain himself enough to not roll his eyes at the Avaritia ruler's pitiful apology. Yeah, she could have lied to them and it would have been the most stupid lie ever. You can't exactly cover up the identity of a well known criminal with such a unique background like Ikasia. What would the lie be? The Izumo Elf was a secret lover of the king? He bit down on his bottom lip slightly to keep himself grinning at the though of the old crov getting it on with such a lady like Ikasia, if she could even be referred as to one with her history.

Despite his jumpy reaction to earlier, Jun had taken a few calming breaths to regain most of his composure. Maybe not enough to control his immature nature, but enough to narrow his eyes as the guards handed over Ikasia's swords. He'd rather see an arrow strike her chest than her have weapons on her personal. This was one of the most unnerving things he had seen today, and today was the day he met Igniva so that was saying a lot.

As soon as Igniva had went outside, he glanced over between Cyprus and Naden before muttering, "10 gold coins on Ikasia betraying us before we even get to the other kingdom." Jun gave a small grin then parted from the rulers to go to the door Hedrick had exited from. Within less than five minutes, Jun's other half was back at his side again. The two stayed at a distance from the others as they engaged with conversation. Some parts English, some parts a made up language that seemed to develop more and more each time the two came for council meetings.

Spoiler: Boku no Hero: Peace Sign Academia (a newer roleplay I am in)

Dorms - Kazeki's Room
10:10 PM

Kazeki had mostly kept to himself during most of the tour, occasionally debating on joining in on interacting with other students but ultimately deciding to stay silent and take in his surroundings. As night started to arrive, the small student directed his attention to finding his dorm which surprising took him a lot longer than he had originally thought.

When he had found his dorm, it was empty. It appeared that he was the first one to arrive, which was a luxury he was thankful to have. The day had tired him out, and he welcomed the silence. Kazeki moved his stuff to a lower bunk, not even considering the top as he sorted through his things. Everything was in place it seemed, so he moved onto inspecting the items in the white bag. Nothing really caught his attention more than the paycheck, and the Almight Calendar. Kazeki's eyebrows furrowed in disgust at it, then tossed it aside without a second thought about where it landed. "Anyone could be number one with a ridiculous quirk like that." He grumbled bitterly as he set the bags at the end of the bed. They wouldn't bother him since his legs never reached that far in the first place.

It might have been rude of him, but Kazeki sincerely hoped his other roommates got lost or expelled so he wouldn't have to share a room with Quirkies. At least he wouldn't have to deal with that Dea girl-- never in his life has he ever been more thankful to be born a male. Just thinking of her idiotic attitude gave him a headache, and to think she was the second ranked student here . . . Of course she was, even an idiot with a quirk like that would be above someone with no quirk at all.
"Enough of that" He sighed quietly to himself, rubbing his fingers against his temples and closing his eyes. Now was the time to relax, not dwell over things out of his control.

 

[Panzer]

Quote:

"People have a habit of creating fiction, just so they could escape the truth..." I wish I had the creativity to do the same. Mallory

Much like this song, He is stuck in the past. Oldies songs that range from 1930's - present day often catch his taste, as it reminds him of the old choir songs that he used to sing. This one is particularly special, as he had sung this exact song for a solo performance during his few final years of choir.

Information

Appearance,
Small, skinny, and frail.
He Appears to be this small and cute little package, wrapped up in unfitting clothing that is either too loose or too tight. He often wears a shy smile on his pale face, with weary and grave eyes that reflect the orange and brown leaves of autumn. His golden hair hangs just around his face, flowing freely down to his cheeks.
His hair also begins to fade into a slightly pinkish tone, shining gently against the light.
Pink was his favorite color, after all. He saw no reason why he shouldn't dye his hair.

His stance is rather strange. He stands slouched, his chest slightly puffed out as his spine curves into the body.

With a height of
5"2
and a weight of
90.7 lbs


Name:
Austin Mallory
Age:
16~

Gender:
Male
Due to his rather Feminine appearance, many assume that he is Female.

Power:
To decay into a ghostly state, dissolving into the mist and air around him. Much like a ghost, his appearance shifts slightly between sightings, distorting him into various degrees of an eerie sight. Those who do see him may only see straight through him, literally. If he tries hard enough, he can become a mere husk or a simple shadow on the walls, almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

It can be described as some sort of grey and orange mist that crawls up to your body and enters through your eyes, nose, mouth, or any other way to enter. The sudden rush of air and the sudden hair-raising push of paranoia will take the mind by storm.
Then, one of your eyes will begin to change, It's pupil becoming a dark orange, and its vision will begin to fade, These changes are temporary, fading away as he vanishes from the person's mind.
in the meantime...

He will feel everything.
He will see everything.
He can read your thoughts.

He almost becomes a part of you...
He watches you as you live your life, stitching together memories that you would share, in hopes of stitching together a life better than his own.
Once he loses interest, he will seep out of the face and retreat back into the darkness, recollecting his form. While you may not realize it, you've become his best friend...

This form can only last for so long, as once the person becomes aware of the changes, it is only so long before he is found. While he can technically stay in one's body forever, it still needs the regular sustenance that a human body would need to continue...well...living.
too bad that none of that matters. He cannot use this power. He lacks the knowledge to do so.

The Personality

Personality:

Austin is a mixed bag of conflicting personalities and messages that have been accumulated throughout his life regarding his past.
At a glance, He seems shy and almost invisible to the average person. His eyes often carry a blank and glassy stare that flickers about the room aimlessly, as if something were dancing about him. He seems very observant of his surroundings and often seems paranoid or worried. He twitches and shakes as he stands awkwardly curved or tilted. He cannot keep still, so he will sway or even pace about a small area as he waits, probably striking off a quiet conversation filled with mumbles of one-way questions but with no audible answer. If he notices you, he would stop everything, wave, and smile. He acts as though he had met his friends once again.He also acts as though he were alone, seemingly disconnected from the reality around him. He will often whistle or sing old songs from the past that vary from old choir songs to even older shanties.Despite his interest in singing, he doesn't seem to take any suggestions or compliments. He becomes embarrassed when this habit is mentioned, yet seems stubborn when told to shut up. It is a strange limbo that seems wrapped in a part of his history that he'd rather not mention.

During these times, when he finds a lack of interest in this area or a lack of interaction. he would often vanish away from the view of the public, as though he were a ghost disappearing into the depths of the labyrinth that he crawled from.

Approach him, and one may find different results. He isn't one for introductions- hell, his lack of executive functioning makes him unable to use newly learned information, and his memory problems make him unable to remember it for later. He may not even pay attention to your greetings, but he will use this as a chance to respond.
He is socially inept, despite his impulse to speak. He will often perform the first thing that comes to mind, as he lacks control of his impulses. He may joke around and tell jokes that vary in morality and humor. He seems to act as if they had been best-buds for their whole lives: almost acting like a younger -less mature- little brother. He often fumbles or stutters with his words, as if he was unsure of what he had said. These things are mere ramblings over non-sensical topics that would confuse the hell out of anyone. If words fail, he may suddenly try for a hug...then a handshake...and then he may just give up entirely. He isn't one for staying on a certain task, nor does he find it enjoyable to hear himself bumbling to another like a moron. He is prone to becoming frustrated, angered, or enraged quite easily, having a comically short fuze. However, the explosion of anger doesn't last too long. In fact, like most other random episodic behaviors, he seems to flip his emotion at a whim.

During his alone time, he is anything but quiet. He can be found, tweaking, playing, exploring, or anything that one would expect a child to do. Giggling and crackling at seemingly nothing, running around with a video recorder seemingly attached to his hand. He often plays with make-shift dolls, recreating little stories that he has made up in his mind...






He can be described as a mysterious fire-cracker.
First, it's subtle as it launches through the air...
then, it explodes with color and weirdness.
And finally, it vanishes without a trace.

Dream:
Time.
He cannot turn back time, despite his desire to do so. His life is whisking past him like a furious breeze, with no true direction or purpose. Without a family to teach him, or guide him, he has been thrown into life as unprepared as ever. He has heard the stories from his sister, about the horrid mess that was his family. He would never dream of meeting his real parents, instead, he would wish for a different life, a different childhood. For this reason, he acts so much like a child. At heart, he is still his young self, wallowing in a delusional past.


Direction.
Whilst he may enjoy living the lives of others, he cannot escape the sinking ship that is his own life.
He can't do anything about it, nor does he think anyone could help; He is a prisoner of his own embarrassment. He will try to reason with himself, yet he cannot escape this feeling of hopelessness.
It could be worse.
He knows no excuse for this feeling, yet it stalks just beneath his soul. To escape it, he relies on his ignorance and - if it gets worse- he leans on his "Happy Pills".

The current situation:
Substance abuse,
a host of mental problems
and the lack of control.

Other Records

Medical History:
He was prescribed multiple medications

Spoiler: (Desoxyn)

One of the many medications that he is required to take once or twice every morning.
It also goes by the name "Methamphetamine", and comes in small tablets taken orally. This is the replacement for
Methylphenidate,
If he happens to feel down, he may take one of these pills, which seems to pick himself back up. He nicknamed these drugs "Happy Pills.". One of the side effects causes him to lose his appetite, which skews his eating habits. He will often throw away his food during lunch period or give it away to any of his current obsessions in hopes of finding some way to do good.

Methamphetamine is related to ephedrine and amphetamine. It also works by stimulating the CNS. It’s not known exactly how this drug works to help ADHD symptoms. It can reduce your appetite and increase your blood pressure. This drug comes with an oral tablet that is taken once or twice per day.

Methylphenidate works by helping the reuptake of norepinephrine and dopamine in your brain. It’s also a mild stimulant. It comes as immediate-release, extended-release, and controlled-release oral forms. It also comes as a transdermal patch under the brand name Daytrana.

He was also prescribed multiple other medications, which he refuses to name. He seems to break out into some sort of annoyed rant, rambling aimlessly about the subject.
it would be better to ignore it.

Spoiler: Hallucinations

After complaining about multiple episodes of hallucinations, he was prescribed these medicines.
He will usually take this out-of-sight of other people for fear of being labeled a "crazy person".

Risperidone and Olanzapine. Risperidone (Risperdal ®) and olanzapine (Zyprexa ®) are two additional “atypical”antipsychotic agents.

While he is being treated for this mental illness, it doesn't seem to work- implying that ADHD is either already treated -and the medication would be null- or ADHD isn't the only illness. He seems rebellious when it comes to treatment, claiming that nothing was wrong. He struggles in school, yet refuses to get help.

The Story

Writing Sample:

A bright light flashed awake, shining through the cold darkness that surrounded the empty room. Austin sat on the carpeted floors with his legs crossed neatly, a blanket sheltering him with warmth and comfort, the screen of a video camera shining light into his weary eyes. The rest of the world was seemingly asleep, halting the soothing rustle and bustle of the day. Instead, an eerie silence befell him, leaving his mind empty without thought. Yet, he knew a feeling of excitement and bewilderment awaited him within the screen. It was his birthday-October 30th, 3:00 A.M- To be more precise, this was the exact moment where he was brought into this strange and unforgiving world 16 years ago.

Of course, such a milestone usually should be welcomed with celebration. However, Austin did not have that option. The soothing light from his camera drew him in, assuring him that his tradition would carry on. The screen blinked and faded, the case began to stir, and his mind braced for the outcome. It began to play a montage of videos ranging vastly in dates, time, and location. The memories began to soak his mind with a tingle of familiarity. Nostalgia was a mysterious and pleasureful feeling to the history-stuck Austin. His old home, his old foster family, his choir performances, his birthdays, it all came scrambling back into his mind. The short clips of his childhood filled him with a hair-raising feeling of enlightenment and sank his heart deeper into his chest. He felt as if he'd suddenly left his own flawed body, reaching back into the joy-filled childhood that he wishes he knew. The short clips were few and difficult to de-cypher, but it gave him a sense of peace and perfection.

Much like any addiction, his time away from the screen of the camera seemed to spawn an unbearably cold. Reality had done to him as it had done to his sister: As he felt the impact of a semi-truck against his soul. He once heard the stories from his sister;

The thoughts made him shudder, it seemed like a cold and grim existence for him to live as such. It seemed unfair to him and his family, As it seemed as if his conception was the very downfall of the whole family, but it was an incident that brought him here. He wanted to tell himself that he is wanted somewhere in the world, but even then- that was a gamble. He gently set the camera in his lap, wrapping it in his blanket to give it the same comfort that it had provided him. It was the least he could do in such a grim time.

He fell onto his back, wrapped in the small blanket that he had before. he cuddled his camera between his arms, wrapping himself around the only item that retained his old memories, both good and bad. It was the only connection to his past- the only device that made him feel human or unique.
It meant the world to him. For now, he simply lays on the carpet floor, gazing up at the decrepit ceiling and watching the distorted shadows dance to his amusement.

 

[chaotics]

Hayakawa Akane, 17
Female

Spoiler: gallery

appearance ||

standing at 5'4, with dark hair and dark eyes, akane looks like an average girl of her heritage. wherever she goes, she tends to carry herself with a hint of seclusion, hands by her chest or in her pockets and eyes cast low, as if she doesn't want to be noticed at all. her mouth tends to be hidden by scarves or high-neck clothing and she rarely makes the effort to move it out of the way when speaking. she tends to walk slowly and softly, as if the slightest breeze could knock her to the ground.

although most of her wardrobe stays within a range of darker colours and blacks, akane usually wears at least one red item or accessory, most commonly a scarf, within season. she always has with her a pair of red headphones that have seen some wear, most commonly on her head even if nothing is playing. she also carries spare earbuds with her just in case anything happens to her beloved pair.

❝ If all you ever use are your words, you'll never understand. Now stop talking. Listen. Feel.❞

​

|| personality

much as her outer appearance would suggest, akane tends to stay quiet. she is a fan of the concept of 'minding one's business' and likely won't converse with others of her own volition unless something really piques her curiosity. however, unlike most quiet people who keep an eye out on others regardless, she hardly pays attention to her surroundings or those around her and as a result can come off as uncaring or even ditzy at times.

that is not to say she does not have her passions. she is a huge lover of music, and most of her free time is taken up with the practise of playing various instruments and even composing her own songs. when it comes to music, she can be very absorbed in what she's doing and some of her fiery spirit can hint through if one were to bother her during this time, leaving her likely embarrassed and pouty.

when it comes to dealing with others, most read her as shy when that is not the case. she's simply closed-off, and taking down her barrier is a very difficult challenge few have bothered to endure. were one to get to know her better, she'd turn out to have many an opinion on just about any topic and would probably surprise them with things like her love of children's fairy tales or her weakness for the cute sanrio characters.

|| backstory​

Growing up, Akane had a happy childhood surrounded by both her parents and her older brother, Hiroki. The boy had a deep passion for music and if he wasn't spoiling his little sister with treats or playing with her, he was likely to be in his room working on his composition and dreaming of one day starting a band. As they were very close, Akane was often allowed to be by his side during his creative process, and she admired his work greatly, taking in the sight of him playing his guitar or losing himself in the world of creation.

Naturally, wanting to be just like her big brother, Akane quickly took up the study of music and proudly showed off her accomplishments to him. With his patient assistance, she grew fond of playing the viola, and he even allowed her scrawny handwriting to mark his notebook with sweet but unremarkable song ideas: "Pop, pop, pop! Music don't stop!".

However, when she was 13 her brother got into an accident and was hit by a reckless driver, dying in the hospital hours later. The incident left Akane deeply shaken and her bright personality vanished as if one were turning off the light in a room, flooding it with darkness. Although she continued attending school, she was mute for a year as a result of her trauma and this ensured she made no new friends, being branded a freak or a weirdo by the other children. Ever since, she has been almost entirely alone, taking what comfort she could in her love for the art of music that her brother instilled in her.

power ||​

She is able to control sound to a certain degree. She can make those within her range of sight hear any kind of music she desires at any volume, and can make this so loud as to rupture their eardrum. She is also able to listen to music without any actually playing, and nobody else is able to hear it unless she allows it.

dream
To meet her brother one more time.

Other
- She much prefers colder temperatures and the winter season, as the layers of clothing give her some comfort. In summer she will endeavour to wear long-sleeved tops for as long as she can.

- Although a well-versed fan of classical music, she is still a teenager and has her favourite bands and idol groups. Often she will listen to them while travelling or trying to distract herself from whatever is happening around her.

- There is more detail to her backstory that influences her, such as some of her treasured items or tendency towards certain colours. I'm pointing this out just to let everyone know there's more to her character than has been scratched upon in this post.

- Her birthday is the 17th of March, making her a Pisces.

- I imagine her voice sounds like that of Hanazawa Kana.​

Writing Sample

Spoiler: akane, serious

Step. Step. Step.

With her head tilted down this low, all she could see was the sight of her own two feet, clad in a black pair of Oxford flats, slowly making their way down the pavement. Her headphones felt warm around her ears, and though they weren't even connected to any device, the gentle sound of a melody tip-toed its way into her mind, filling it with a pleasant buzz.

Distracted by the sound, Akane didn't even notice the first time something other than her shoes smudged its way past her eyes, merely continuing onward at the same, steady pace.

Then it happened again, this time more of something black and fuzzy darting past her feet, and she glanced up to follow the movement.

A small, fluffy creature leapt away from her and settled down a few steps ahead, sitting down by the side of the road and looking back at her with big, gleaming yellow eyes.

The girl stopped in her tracks, contemplating the next best course of action. If the lack of a collar was anything to go by, the cat must have been a stray, and that probably meant it wouldn't welcome a human trying to reach out for it. She should leave it in peace and continue on her own way.

But it was so cute...

Unable to stop and hating herself a little for it, Akane took another step forward and crouched down near the cat, extending a small hand forward. The feline was visibly surprised at this motion, head bobbing away for a second as if fearful she would try to grab it, but eventually its own curiosity took over and it leaned in, giving her hand a small, tentative sniff.

After that, it hardly took any coaxing at all before the cat allowed itself to be pet and rubbed its cheek against her palm, closing its eyes with a soothing rumble erupting from its throat. What a lovely sound it was - Akane couldn't help hiding a small smile in the folds of her scarf, scratching the cat behind the ear.

"I wonder, can cats appreciate music?" she asked in a barely audible voice. The cat looked up at her, blinked, and continued to rub its head to her hand. She gave a breathy chuckle. "I get it. You just want some petting."

Maybe music was beyond the world of felines, but at least she had made a temporary friend, and that was enough to lift her mood for the rest of the day.

Spoiler: optional: not akane, light hearted

"And what's the name?"

"Leaf."

For God's sake.

There was no way this girl's name was bloody Leaf. Maybe he misheard. Or maybe it was a foreign name and he'd look the ignorant fool for not knowing it. Or maybe, and most likely, she was just saying a fake name for the fun of it.

The worst part? He had to write it down on the damn cup anyway.

Dio tried his best not to let his annoyance show, though he couldn't will himself to respond and simply turned away to make her the desired drink. Of course, she just had to order something needlessly fancy and the cream machine was almost out of milk and really it was taking every ounce of his energy to make himself continue to work in this place. It would be so easy to just walk away and never have to think about why on earth somebody would want ten pumps of vanilla in their coffee. Was it not poison enough?

You have a son, he chastised himself in his mind, and with a sigh set the cup back down on the counter. 'Leaf' threw a satisfied grin at him and walked away with it, and Dio was just about ready for his break.

Except someone walked up to the counter just at that very moment, and Vanilla Ice was nowhere in sight. Was he having problems with conforming to the barista uniform again? Really, he should know better by now than to slack in the backroom ten minutes past his supposed shift start.

Seeing little choice, Dio once more dragged himself over to the counter, straightening his back a little so he'd at least look presentable. "Yes, what can I get you?" he asked mechanically, glancing up to meet the customer's eyes.

 

[poi]

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• sunny days

  full name shinohara yasue
  nickname chai
  
  age 16
  birthdate 12.31
  sex female
  
  ethnicity japanese
  nationality japanese
  blood type AB +
  
• chai tea

  hc black
  ec grey; green-tint
  sc fair
  
  ht 1.55
  wt 43
  
  
• summer rain

  occu pt. barista
  abil reality shift
  
  can shift in between thousands of varying versions of the 'original realm', all of which have some different event going on. whether it is a realm that is an hour's worth of events ahead or one a completely different vibe, she can enter it. seeing as she is only just now discovering these abilities, whether or not she can fully physically enter these realms are uncontrolled, as well as mentally. as she progresses with her ability she will find herself able to physically bring herself and others into separate realms, but for now it is only her that is effected. reality shifting is completely for intellect and defense of the caster.
  
  sexu pansexual
  orie greyromantic
  gend cis female
  
  likes candy, bubble tea, video games, anime, comic books, summer, cute things
  
  dislikes curses, dirty jokes, spicy foods, sour foods,seeing hate messages, green apples
  
  quirks natural stutter
  she talks to herself
  talks e x t r e m e l y quietly
  fears far too much
  
  persona 『 yeah i–... uh... nevermind...! 』
  [yES I know the pictures are like. confident and stuff but please bear with me;;;;] At first glance, Yasue appears as someone who doesn’t have all that much going for her; she’s very quiet and shy and as a whole not much is known about her. Because of that, she plans to try and give herself more of a presence and show people what she can really be like. It’ll just take a long time before you see a hyper adventurous Yasue, but she's gradually showing herself more, and one day, she'll truly reveal herself.
  
  All people can really see from her is--wait, they can see her?
  
  Yasue is known to hide out at the back whenever she’s with a group. It’s generally safe to say that she’s very shy in comparison to her fellow students. During group presentations or things of the like, she is most likely going to be standing at the far end, and if possible, at the back. If anything, she’s probably off doing her own thing, like drawing on her arm with a random pen, or thinking about that new anime that would be aired later that day. In many situations, someone would have to speak directly to her to get her to utter out more than a few words.
  
  On a completely separate note, Yasue has this.. Vibe. It’s a vibe you won’t be able shake off, The child seems to just be overflowing with innocence no matter what she does. She won’t get any dirty jokes at all and will question why people respond the way they do, and whenever she hears someone utter out a curse, she will either not understand at all or cover her ears. This being said, she herself prefers not to curse, but she actually doesn’t mind such language in music.
  
  Yasue seems to have an idealistic outlook on life--and she does--but somewhere down below, she knows that the world is not as beautiful as everyone makes it out to be. She’s the type of person who wishes for world peace but knows it’s not possible in this time period. She wants the best for everyone but is aware of the fact that not everyone can have their way. And with what happened in her years in middle school, she grew to be very cautious, knowing the worst can happen just like that.
  
  Yasue is also known to do what others tell her to do without protest. She’s very passive and won’t argue with anyone or really voice her opinions. If anything, however, she’s the type of person who will kinda just give you a look that should tell you to stop doing whatever you’re doing to irritate her–but even that might not be too noticeable.
  
  
• ice cream

  bulky stuff bio is LENGTHY. Oops
  
  bio In a middle school somewhere in another town, Yasue experienced non-stop bullying because of the very prominent difference between her and the rest of the students. But that wasn't all—everyone knew the girl had no backbone to defend herself, and because of that, she was always easily taken advantage of. Whether it be being lied to or tricked into carrying out something more dangerous than she was aware of, she was seen as someone who would do anything for anyone in fear of getting beat up again. But in the end, she would be thrown around, anyways.
  
  Luckily for her, she had two very close friends - Daisuke and Mami - who would stick up for her and brighten up her day. They would always wander around the city on their freetime and go on all sorts of adventures, ranging from the classic Lava Floor game to traveling distances to meet up with their internet friends. This brought out the braver side of Yasue--the side that always wanted to do new things and see new places. Because of this, her parents decided to take the three best friends on a vacation during summer break to the beach. There, Yasue had come to the conclusion that as long as she had her friends and family, she could get through the bullying at her school no problem--if it meant they could hang out every day.
  
  But that idea was short lived for the young girl. A day of sunshine and rainbows turned into one of thunderstorms and depressing greys. It was the last day at the beach when the group decided to go boating far out into the ocean. Everything was fine and dandy--the sun was out, the water was calm, and there was no one to ruin the moment. Well, except for one thing. The group of five failed to acknowledge the gathering of dark, dense clouds above them until a single drop collided with Daisuke's nose. That single drop multiplied into dozens, then hundreds--it could go on. The parents were quick to start heading back to a safe area, although as the currents rose, the boat rocked with them and threw them all over.
  
  Yasue was lucky enough to grab ahold of the boat, as was everyone else, but as she looked around, she noticed that it was indeed not 'everyone else'. Mami was nowhere to be seen. Screams and shouts of arguing and horror filled the girl's ears as everyone's lives flashed before their eyes. Questions like 'Are you okay?!' turned into 'Where the hell did Mami go?!' and that turned into 'Yasue behind you!' and Mami's struggled gasps as she tried to keep her head above water. Immediately, Yasue tried to dive under after she saw Mami descend.
  
  Daisuke, who was closest to Yasue, was quick to grasp said girl's arm as he realized that the chances of saving their female friend were no more. The memory of tears streaming down her face and screaming until her voice went numb was going to stay present in her mind for the rest of her life, but the question of whether or not Yasue could get over it was the deciding factor of where her life was going to go.
  
  The last year of middle school approached it's end and her school life became a living hell. Her and Daisuke had drifted apart after the death of their third and there was no one she could run to for protection. All of the bold and adventurous traits she had gained over the time she spent with her friends had all dwindled down into nothing, leaving a shallow, weakened girl that was terrified of all the things she loved to do only a few months prior. Her star had dimmed--she was a dying sun... Her school days were spent staring at the empty desk beside her in her homeroom, and the empty table that used to be where the group of friends ate lunch. At that point, all she had was her mom, who seemed to be suffering more than she was after losing her husband to a heated argument. Their relationship had gotten tense to the point where all family members felt as if they were suffocating in a chokehold that would remain in effect so long as they didn't get a new start. This brought the girl and her mother closer together, however, and they fought all their problems to the best of their abilities to try and forget everything that had ever happened.
  
  The torment at school had gotten noticeably worse as the young girl started to return home with bruises and dirtied clothes. They didn't know what had happened. They all assumed Mami and Daisuke abandoned her, not even noticing that Mami wasn't in this world anymore. At that point, all Yasue wanted to do was escape that place before it would get even worse in Highschool. In a desperate attempt to do so, she made her escape to the town she’s in now, trying so hard to start anew..
  
  dream to be someone people can look up to...
  
  sample give me a bit, it probably won't be related to this whatsoever. will be PMed
  
  extra
  • i mean i know IU [kpop idol Lee Ji Eun] is korean but that is Yasue's voice claim.
  • that being said she sings but,,, when she is alone only ~
  • secretly wants to be a female idol and practices dance as well
  • is a destruction child. will break everything she touches and loses things easily
  
  

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coded by rice

 

[BloodWolfRising]

Name:
Kerri Diachii

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Quote:
"I'll never give up and I'll never give in. To be successful is to win!"

Personality:
She is very strong willed, and doesn't back down even at times she should. She never gives up on goals that she has set for herself. She tends to be alone all the time seems how she is always so focused on work or school. She plans to be the top of the top, never giving up. She is a very kind and gentle person when it comes to those she cares for, but there are few who fit in her heart.

Backstory:
Kerri's mother passed away shortly after she turned 1, her father and brother then were left alone to raise a little girl who had always been a little different. She loved her brother a lot but her father fell into a drinking habit. He blamed both Kenjo and Kerri for their mothers death. Her bother was 13 so he was able to get a small job but it wasn't enough to pay for much. Only to keep food on the table, her father paid for the bills when he remembered to and spent a lot of the money on boozes.

Her brother left the house when he turned 18 wanting to take Kerri with him bit their father had refused. So he would come visit her ever so often and take her out to eat just to get her away from that broken home. At the age of 22 her big brother got offered a job that took him away but he often sent money to help cover their fathers debt. She followed in her brothers foot steps getting the same job he had at the age of 13 not that she had much choice.

Her bother passed away due to a car accident, she only knew about it because her father left her a voicemail after abandoning her. She had never really knew why her father called and told her about the accident and left her. Until she turned 16 and cops came to tell her about a warrant for her father's arrest for killing a 25 year old man by the name of Kenjo Diachii. Ever since she has been striving to do her best at everything. Working, school, finding their treacherous father and getting the righteous thing done by throwing her father behind the cell he deserves.

Dream:
Avenge her brother's death and be successful at life!

Power:
The ability to gain knowledge a faster speeds than others.

Other:
All it might take for her to open up to someone, is them trying to talk and possibly show that they care. She works at a small Cafè both as a waitress and cook. She can play the violin and flute, her boss taught her.

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Her story

My body twitched in my bed, I was driving home, there was a drizzle barely enough rain to cover my windshield. I smiled, I hadn't be home for three years I was so excited to see my little sister. Suddenly there was a crashing sound, it took me a couple of seconds to process the sound was my car. A truck slammed into my front drivers side having not bothered to stop.

I jumped up from my bed panting, something was wrong. I felt for my phone, my heart racing, something was very wrong. My fingers ran across the cool metal of the phone and I dragged it to me, hitting the screen. Bright light filled the room and blinded me for a couple of seconds. I rubbed my eyes waiting for them to adjust to see why it was flashing, my father's name was across the screen as a missed call. A voicemail also showing me he had left a message, I clicked it unprepared for what I was about to hear. "S-sweety..." A small silence hung in the air as I heard raged breathing, "Kenjo was in a car crash on his way back...." my father's voice shook, "H-he didn't make it through." Those words sent my father over the edge my phone slipped from my finger tips as tears slid down my cheeks.

"Big brother..." I shook in my bed, "No....no...no!!!!" I screamed covering my face with my hands. This was all a dream right, I had just talked to him before he had gotten on his flight! My body trembled, "W-why...big brother..." I quickly felt around on the bed for my phone my vision blurred, dialing my father's number I waited for him to answer. My chest was tight as the phone rang a few times, before finally saying, 'We're sorry but the number you have dialed is either out of service or out of range.' How was that even possible, it couldn't have been real, yes this was all a bad dream. After all what parent would tell their thirteen year old daughter, her brother just died and not be with them in person.

I shook my head from the memory, looking down at my brother's gravestone. The day my big brother had died was the day my father had abandon me. Leaving me to try and raise myself, the rain fell around me as I placed flowers on Kenjo's grave. "Big brother....I'm finally able to pay for school..."

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[xsaberzx]

Name:
Jisoo Lee

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Jisoo is 5'4 and his feminine build leads people to mistaken for a female. His sweater and tank top reach a few inches below his waist. He wears a ripped stretchy jeans with black high tops similar to Converse.

Quote:
"I may be broken, but Music is what keeps what's left of me together."

Personality:
Jisoo is a quiet and shy boy. He's usually in the back of of the crowd just specating and not saying much. Despite his quietness he's quick to stop conflicts between others and can act very mature for his age. Once jisoo get to know somebody he showed some more friendly demeanor and a more positive attitude rather than his usual quietness. Jisoo often underestimates due to his lack of confidence. He blushes very easily weither someone is being kind to him or flirting with him.

Backstory:
Jisoo was born into a middle-class family in Seoul, South Korea. Who was always fond of the Arts and Music which allowed him to learn to play the piano and sing at a very young age. He had a few friends due to his shyness and somewhat introverted personality. When Jisoo was only 13 he was scouted by an agency to become an idol which took him by surprise and left him nearly speechless.

At first his parents don't approve of this thinking it would be short-lived however, they change their mind after realizing Jisoo determination. Before they know it, Jisoo was already training with the agency, little did he know this would soon break him. Jisoo dancing wasn't the best but his voice made up for it. After only a few months of training jisoo the face a lot of harsh criticism and soon left the agency and gave up on his. Although he gave up, he still wants to attempt to reach this goal and sings and dances but, he prefers to do this on his own. His family then move to Japan for business reasons.

Dream:
To regain the confidence he lost.

Power:
Hyper Cry
Jisoo can emit extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude and pitch. This can be used to send an opponent back, damage them, or stun them. This can be countered be evenly matched with a sound of a vibration of the same amplitude or pitch.

Other:

Spoiler: Jisoo's singing voice

Also he's gay

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Sample

From I role play I participated in:

Nagisa wandered the school yard looking at the flowers and watched as the other students began to enter the large building. After a few moments of wandering, Nagisa removed his hood and began to follow the crowd as they entered remembering that there was an assembly in the gym. He then thought back to his placement test remembering the slight hiccups he made throughout the test. "I could've made it to class A...Nah I belong in class B." he said to himself with a smile. Nagisa happily entered the gym with the other students.

As the headmaster spoke, Nagisa was all ears, especially when she had mentioned food. As the headmaster called Hikari Mochida, the representative of class A, Nagisa felt a bit of intimidation; she was the representative which meant she must be very skilled. When Hikari gave her speech, Nagisa was shocked by everything she had stated about the rumors for the F classes. "I don't think that she should speak of them them like that," he whispered, "the must feel embarrassed...".

As the assembly ended and the other students began to socialize, Nagisa's attention was put on the students in the F classes. He seemed worried about them as he watched from afar. "Maybe I should go talk to some of them that should help." he said with determination in his eyes as he clenched his fist. Nagisa walked over to the F class students and noticed a boy with dark hair hair and another boy next to him. He walked up to the two and introduced himself, "Hey there, I'm Nagisa Inoue of class B!" he said brightly.

 

[Cosmos]

Name:
Jisoo Lee

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Jisoo is 5'4 and his feminine build leads people to mistaken for a female. His sweater and tank top reach a few inches below his waist. He wears a ripped stretchy jeans with black high tops similar to Converse.

Quote:
"I may be broken, but Music is what keeps what's left of me together."

Personality:
Jisoo is a quiet and shy boy. He's usually in the back of of the crowd just specating and not saying much. Despite his quietness he's quick to stop conflicts between others and can act very mature for his age. Once jisoo get to know somebody he showed some more friendly demeanor and a more positive attitude rather than his usual quietness. Jisoo often underestimates due to his lack of confidence. He blushes very easily weither someone is being kind to him or flirting with him.

Backstory:
Jisoo was born into a middle-class family in Seoul, South Korea. Who was always fond of the Arts and Music which allowed him to learn to play the piano and sing at a very young age. He had a few friends due to his shyness and somewhat introverted personality. When Jisoo was only 13 he was scouted by an agency to become an idol which took him by surprise and left him nearly speechless.

At first his parents don't approve of this thinking it would be short-lived however, they change their mind after realizing Jisoo determination. Before they know it, Jisoo was already training with the agency, little did he know this would soon break him. Jisoo dancing wasn't the best but his voice made up for it. After only a few months of training jisoo the face a lot of harsh criticism and soon left the agency and gave up on his. Although he gave up, he still wants to attempt to reach this goal and sings and dances but, he prefers to do this on his own. His family then move to Japan for business reasons.

Dream:
To regain the confidence he lost.

Power:
Hyper Cry
Jisoo can emit extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude and pitch. This can be used to send an opponent back, damage them, or stun them. This can be countered be evenly matched with a sound of a vibration of the same amplitude or pitch.

Other:

Spoiler: Jisoo's singing voice

Also he's gay

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Sample

From I role play I participated in:

Nagisa wandered the school yard looking at the flowers and watched as the other students began to enter the large building. After a few moments of wandering, Nagisa removed his hood and began to follow the crowd as they entered remembering that there was an assembly in the gym. He then thought back to his placement test remembering the slight hiccups he made throughout the test. "I could've made it to class A...Nah I belong in class B." he said to himself with a smile. Nagisa happily entered the gym with the other students.

As the headmaster spoke, Nagisa was all ears, especially when she had mentioned food. As the headmaster called Hikari Mochida, the representative of class A, Nagisa felt a bit of intimidation; she was the representative which meant she must be very skilled. When Hikari gave her speech, Nagisa was shocked by everything she had stated about the rumors for the F classes. "I don't think that she should speak of them them like that," he whispered, "the must feel embarrassed...".

As the assembly ended and the other students began to socialize, Nagisa's attention was put on the students in the F classes. He seemed worried about them as he watched from afar. "Maybe I should go talk to some of them that should help." he said with determination in his eyes as he clenched his fist. Nagisa walked over to the F class students and noticed a boy with dark hair hair and another boy next to him. He walked up to the two and introduced himself, "Hey there, I'm Nagisa Inoue of class B!" he said brightly.

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