Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Name: Kasemchai Sinbimuaythai

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: "Decent enough, Farang, for an amateur." Standing somewhere between 5'8 and 5'9, Kasemchai still has room to grow beyond his lean and well-defined 148 pounds and seems to be slowly packing on muscle as well as height. His long silver hair frames his sharp features well, and is usually tied back into a ponytail— he'd always kept it cut in Phuket, but decided to grow it out with the change in locale. Japan is so cold, anyways.

Personality: Hailing from the Land of Smiles, Kasemchai is a young man who seems all but unflappable in every facet of life. He rarely frowns unless in deep thought, and his extensive stadium experience has left him with total sangfroid in the heat of combat. It is a rare day to see the smile, be it a playful grin or a prideful smirk, wiped wholly from his face without a swift return. That same experience has also given him complete confidence in his own skill— Perhaps too much. While none can deny that the boy trains hard to further improve himself to an almost obsessive degree, he all too often holds himself to the standard of predetermined greatness— He knows he’s good, he knows he will be the best sooner rather than later, and he will gladly let you know as well.

Backstory: It is a frightful thing indeed when a distinctly talented individual possesses a total interest and work ethic towards that talent. It is doubly so when that talent is fighting. Kasemchai was one such prodigy from his boyhood onward, first enrolling in Muay Thai training to keep him off the streets of Phuket. He found that despite the austerity of training he had a knack for putting himself on the line, learned skills quickly, found a sense of self-understanding within the endless repetitions and miles of running— It was, in a sense, a second home, where troubles from school could melt away beneath the grind. He would show up every day for this after school activity.

And then at the age of eight, he showed up every day for his job. Coming from a poor household, Kasemchai quickly realized that he could help his parents, both hard workers, by bringing home the extra income that he received as a fighter. If he got to help his family by doing what he now loved, how could he not? Every baht counted, and every fight was one step closer to becoming a legendary figure like Dieselnoi, Saenchai, Samart, or Buakaw, his personal heroes. He didn't just want to do this. He needed to do this.

So he grew. He trained. He threw every fiber of his being into Muay Thai, obsession redoubled. Over the next eight years, he amassed dozens of victories in scores of bouts, both amateur and professional. He took home more and more money as he grew bigger and stronger, beginning to fight not only other boys, but established men as he entered their weight classes. His gym made money, his parents made money, and at the end of the day even he was making money. A humble, hard-nosed life, but one he took immense pride in. It was thanks to his efforts that his father could come home early to teach him how to be a man, that his mother had the time and energy left to assist him in his studies. His trainers instilled him with the discipline to work hard not just in the gym, but outside as well— he never topped his classes, but he always kept in the pack and never let his grades slip. He was on the road to greatness, and he knew it.

Then he graduated Junior High, and was called into the gym to discuss his future. Like many young fighters, he had planned on eschewing high school in favor of true full-time training, now that the mandatory schooling had been accomplished, but his trainer had another idea. In Japan there was a new type of secondary education— "combat schools", they called them. Here he would be tested in a way that the island of Phuket could not provide, serving two purposes. First, it would provide the young man with the access to a totally new environment, with state of the art training, nutrition, and new bodies to train with. All things that would elevate his fighting prowess to new heights. Second, though, and perhaps more importantly: He would be shown just how big the world is. Phuket was an island many likened to Paradise, and home to some of the best Muay Thai training south of Bangkok itself, but the wizened man had spent a long eight years training this boy. He had seen how Kasemchai was increasingly convinced of his own greatness as destiny, how he began to believe his own hype after each win became more and more decisive.

This would be a pilgrimage of the purest kind, in searching for self-mastery not merely in body, but also in soul. He would be humbled in Japan, and from the harsh lessons of a foreign land, he would grow beyond any of their expectations.

Enrolling in Shiroyama Academy as a transfer student, under the ring name that honored the gym he had grown accustomed to, Kasemchai now finds himself adjusting to this fiercely competitive school life as a stranger in a strange land— but if he is here to grow, then grow he shall. May the combat refine his greatness, and may he return with the smile of a victor. Number One here... A perfect starting point on the Road to Lumpinee Stadium.

Inherent Engine Skill: Vajrapani - Wielder of the Thunderbolt: Kasemchai has the ability to project the forces of his own motions or strikes beyond himself, as though their energy is unable to be contained, boundless and free. These often manifest as blasts of wind that carry equivalent force roughly 10 meters out, but they do not seem able to replicate fine detail work: a tap on the shoulder, yes, a strum of a guitar, maybe, but repair of a piece of machinery, no. He cannot project his sight.

Active Engine Device: None. He so far doesn’t believe in them.

Skills: Fifty-three fights deep into the art of Muay Thai, and still training to chase the prestigious Lumpinee Championship title upon his return home. Has all the athletic and technical capacity to match— strong yet nimble, hellaciously fast (especially in kicking), rarely gets tired. He’s a keen and analytical person, used to breaking down habits and tendencies of opponents and in turn training partners. Cooks fairly in general, very well within the realm of Thai cuisine. Functionally fearless. Tough as nails. Picked up Japanese quite well for the most part, and is of course fluent in Thai. Cleans up snappily!

Rank: 11

Club: None officially, but has shown interest in the Boxing Club. He knows of the success that Farang and even his personal Thai heros have had in blending the Sweet Science with The Art of Eight Limbs, after all.