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[h3]Human[/h3]
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[b]Name:[/b] Dakota Rhett

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Arcana:[/b] The Star

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at 165cm and weighing in at just under 130lbs, Dakota isn't the tallest guy you'll see in a crowd. Sporting brown eyes and a head of black hair with orange highlights that goes nearly down to the center of his back, he has a fair complexion and smooth skin to give him a rather childish face to go with his pearly-white smile. His posture isn't too bad, though he does slouch on occasion, mostly when stomping about or just moping. An exposed torso would show some surgery scars, a rather jarring sight compared to the rest of his body which seems pristine and well-cared for.

A fan of darker colors despite his highlights, the majority of his clothes lineup is a mixture of black and greys, an undershirt in black for his waistcoat in gray, though sporting the usual colorful blue jeans in most situations, boot-cut to not cover up a pair of brown shoes, full upper leather though not exactly the priciest if you cared enough to know that sort of thing. 

For accessories, he's usually wearing a silver chain or two on his neck, and a pair of sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt. An assortment of small rubber armbands usually jiggling loosely on his wrists, mainly seeming to be freebies from occasional concerts. He also has a silver stud in his left ear, though lacks any other piercings. The only other notable difference to the average joe is his black fingernails.

[b]Personality:[/b] Dakota is an enthusiastic and kindhearted individual, the sort to help you carry something when you're overburdened, or at least hold a door open. Simply walking away is something he isn't able to do easily, his usual joyful demeanor perhaps laying on the niceness a little thick sometimes, even if it's all genuine. One could consider him annoying, but he'd mostly brush this off depending on how harsh it's said. He understands personal space, and while he's happy to invade it for what he thinks is a good cause, he's also self-aware enough to realize enough is enough and back away when he's bothering someone.

One to overly romanticize a situation, occasionally he can come off as a bit of a ditz with his joyful antics. He finds momentary joy in small things, trying to stay optimistic. He's also a passionate soul, especially when it comes to music. The joy it brings to him and those around him is something irreplaceable, giving him life like nothing else. Recent developments have taken a lot of that away, but he's stubborn and determined enough to keep singing as a part of his life, even with the strife it causes.

Despite the positivity he likes to exert, attempting to stop him from enjoying his favorite things in life can lead to mild aggressiveness on his part: Wanting to push himself for the sake of his life's passion. Despite the fact he talks big however, he's not exactly brave enough to push himself too far for his own personal enjoyment, considering himself a coward for not putting himself on the line for what he loves. Not one to want to bother other people means he doesn't often confide in them, leading to a lot of pent up irritation that is boiling over at this current point in his life. 

Regardless of his frustrations, he tries his best for other people. A friend that'd have your back, a person that will listen despite not knowing how to communicate about his own issues very well. He'd much rather pull other people out of feeling the same way he does by doing anything he can, than see them suffering as well. He's not so naive to think it's just as easy as giving a pep talk, though...

[b]Bio:[/b] Dakota was born into a middle-class household, with a busy father and mother. This left him mostly raised by his grandmother, who gave him the love and support he needed to grow into a half-decent young man like he is today. Though his grandmother wasn't always the playful sort, instead trying to find distractions for the young boy, one of which was always effective was the radio. Music in general caught on with him from an early age, from him boogieing down in his living room as a five year old, to the actually musically interested boy he became as time passed.

He often sang around the house, while at the store, sometimes even in school which got him into trouble on occasion. He fiddled with multiple instruments over the years, but always found the most comfort with his singing voice, starting to look to express himself in any way he could. One such way was doing musical covers and uploading them online for others to see. (Under the username Rhetty) He wasn't astoundingly popular, but for being the older teen he was, it made him happy. This evolved into him getting into a small band (Simply called 'The Spark') with some friends, dividing his time between his online content and pulling off small gigs across town with his pals. It was a life worth living, and he appreciated it to no end.

On occasion, he would feel chest pains, or shortness of breath. Where others showed concern, he insisted he was fine and that nothing was wrong. He was simply tired from the performances they put on, is all. But uncertainty kept in his mind when it also happened around his home, his ever-older growing grandmother expressing her own worries. Feeling fine, or at least insisting to himself he was, he ignored such concerns to instead press on with his gigs.

This all started going downhill, unfortunately. A moment of pride, Dakota getting wound up over some words that lead to a competition with an opposing band. Not a huge event by any means, but to the groups involved it was serious business. He put his heart into his vocals, but was never intended to finish the event: The pain in his chest had been bad from the start, and only got worse the further in they got. Immense fatigue brought him to the ground, an ambulance being called, and thankfully responding in time to take in the boy and save his life.

The doctor said it was 'primary spontaneous pneumothorax', a lung puncture that they couldn't identify the exact cause of. It took 8 weeks of recovery for him to leave with instructions that hurt his soul. His singing career was on hold indefinitely, as too much work on his lungs after the incident could cause damage to his heart, or another puncture. He'd never sing again, at least in such a loud and vigorous fashion as he was passionate about. It was devastating, and left him feeling quite empty. He only hoped to find some sort of comfort once he was out of the hospital, though nothing of the sort happened.

His band left him behind. A subtle guise of him needing rest trying to block the louder fact that a low-performance vocalist was useless to them. Word traveled fast and nobody else wanted him, either. Growing frustrated, he's tried to keep his content online flowing smoothly along, but even that began to hit a snag as his condition keeps him from delivering on his usual schedule, finding his comments littered with numerous insults and complaints that only killed his energy further, making it hard to find any sort of comeback. Trapped between thinking of himself as weak and cowardly for not pushing himself harder, and being afraid of the effects of pushing him self in such a way, he hasn't yet found any sort of reprieve from these events. 

He's come to Waterfront University in the hope of finding something else to do with his life, or at least be distracted by classes as to not waste his life just sitting around. He's been unable to focus  since arriving, and doesn't seem to be making much progress on discovering an alternate lifepath for himself. Some might wonder if this was a waste of what resources he had, and that by the end he'd be just as lost as when he started. He could definitely see it as a possibility. 

[b]Scars:[/b] Check the literal scars on his torso. It's a reminder that what's under there is worthless to achieve his goals, and that he'll never amount to a singing star like he wanted to. Not able to do a full song cover or jog too far without nearly falling over from a need for air has lead him to losing the small popularity he had, and he now sits in the shadow of his former self, envious and upset at himself for being weak enough to let this happen. Especially since there's no fixing it back to pristine condition, meaning there's no road back to where he was. 
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[h3]Shadow[/h3]
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[b]Appearance:[/b] Shadow Dakota takes his aesthetic to a new level, strapped head-to-toe in clothes flowing with legitimate neon lights that could blind a person looking at him for too long. A brightly-colored jumpsuit with a popped collar, and a large scarf that flows in a wind that seems to just exist by his mere presence. He has star-shaped shades, except the lenses are shattered, revealing his yellow eyes for all to see. His hair is in a ponytail, with the mess atop his head being slicked back. His chains and stud are both golden in color rather than Dakota's regular silver.

[i]If it were to be angered, who knows what it could potentially turn into? One could pray that nobody has to find out.[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] Shadow Dakota is all the anger his weaker self allows to build up. His tone is bombastic, always posing with his mic and shouting out that nobody controls him, and only he makes the rules. All the pride he has in himself and his former abilities come out here, believing himself to truly be the cream of the crop, just damned by fate. He is willing to violently lash out at anyone who would endanger his way of life, wanting to say [i]to hell[/i] with fate! He carves his own path, no matter the cost! Having no time for sniveling or cowardice when he just wishes to feel full from his previous occupation.

He tires of feeling the need to please everyone: Wishing to live for himself at any cost, as why is there a need to have any fear or regard for safety? Put it all on the line, just for the sake of enjoying life for whatever time's left! These are the things Shadow Dakota lives for, and though put to extremes beyond their limits, they are in some regard thoughts that reside in Dakota, too. In the end, in the way Dakota has wandered to University to try and find a path now that he's lost, Shadow Dakota has lost himself in his passion and expresses the madness such disregard for life can cause. 

[b]Territory:[/b] A star needs his place to perform... Shadow Dakota's territory is essentially a wide stage inside an entertainment hall, where he eternally rocks on as shadows cheer as a crowd and submit to his every whim. The only sources of light being the flashing neon lights in the sky, serving as both a presentation for Shadow Dakota and as searchlights for potential intruders to his domain. If someone were to get backstage through a side route, they'd find that there's a perfectly average backroom. A place where, perhaps, Shadow Dakota lets his guard down. A place where he calms, to an extent, and relaxes. 

[i]But a star always wishes for you to keep your eyes on stage, and never think about the potential troubles in the back...[/i]
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[h3]Metaverse[/h3]
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[i]An individual who rode the winds of freedom, but was torn from their chosen path by force. Strums of a lyre offer an assortment of supportive spells, while the enemies of those it supports falls to the free wind it still wields.[/i]
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