Ikeru Mineri was a first-year who went missing. Previously having lived alone, not much is known about her family. She was an active participant in the Choir Club, having an enchanting voice best suited for classical songs. That said, she often hopped from club to club helping out whenever members were short. Those that knew her noted that she was a charming if a little airheaded girl who cherished her friendships.
Chousuke Makoto was a second-year who went missing. A cheerful, soft-spoken young man who was always open to help others, his family used to own a bakery in town. After his disappearance, the bakery closed down when they decided to move away from Kyoto. He was a popular member of the school's Cooking Club and was said to be able to cook and bake better than even most adults. He wished to travel the world to sample foreign cuisine.
Natsuhime Hanami was a second-year who went missing. A popular and kind-hearted girl, Hanami would have been the current student council president. She believed heavily in doing her part as a member of society and strode to help everyone in her power. She treasured her friends dearly, though she was just as likely to strike up a conversation with any stranger. Her mother is desperate to find her to gain some closure.
Nakano Reiji was a third-year who went missing. Known throughout Kyoto for his skill in kendo, he has practiced since he was young and placed in several championships. While he kept mostly to himself, it was obvious that his talent extended to nearly everything he tried. He was always open to challengers and loved participating in matches. He doted on his younger sister, balancing a good work-home life and ensuring the house was always taken care of.
Daijirou Kudan was a first-year who went missing. A boisterous kid infamous among the staff, it was clear he had issues with authority and following rules. Still, he behaved long enough to participate in basketball, being good enough to be placed as a starter despite being a first-year. He was attached to his friends due to a lonely home life; despite being the son of Daijirou Ken, a councilman, it was obvious he was neglected and acted out for attention.
A middle school student and younger sister of Natsuhime Hanami. The loss of her sister has caused Himawari to become reclusive despite her previously cheery demeanor. Her mother, Natsuhime Haruka, is currently searching for a tutor to help her keep up with her studies.
A private investigator hired by Natsuhime Haruka to find her missing daughter. He has often butted heads with the Kyoto Police, finding it difficult to believe their incompetence in the missing students' case.
A detective working for the Kyoto Police who had been previously assigned to the missing students' case. After months of nothing, he has deduced that the students caused the arson and accidentally killed themselves after finding no evidence of foul play.
A convenience store owner who speaks very little. He mostly cares that the job gets done and will hire just about anyone. That being said, he's quick to correct disrespect and doesn't tolerate violence. Rumor has it that he is a former gang member, although it's disagreed which gang he was a part of.
Hinotori High's Student Council President can be described in one word: merciless. Whether you're a 1st or 3rd year, she has high expectations for all students attending the high school. Infamous for her no-nonsense attitude, Sakuya is a force to be reckoned with. As straight-laced as they come, she believes that rules are made to be followed, and those that break them are a detriment to Japanese society. While some would think she uses her position to crack down on unruly students, it's rumored that she has their best interests at heart. Or at least, it'd be more believable if she wasn't such a hardass.
Aside from her beliefs, she is also a responsible young woman. She will always do her best to help anyone that approaches her and even if she can't do anything, she's more than happy to direct their attention to someone who can. Inquisitive and intelligent, she prides herself on her grades and encourages good study habits. Once she has set her sight on something, she won't stop until she's accomplished the task at hand. There are some obvious trust issues and an underlying fear of abandonment, but it's something she keeps tightly under wraps.
The Nakano family had long since split up since Reiko Nakano divorced her husband to marry an old high school boyfriend. She wasn't interested in the family that she had built with Hiroshi, and so he tasked himself with raising both his children: his son, Reiji, and his daughter, Sakuya. The two were expected to become good members of society and were pushed to excel in their studies. Fortunately, both his children were brilliant, and for a long time, the little family thrived despite the abandonment.
In November of last year, the Nakano residence burst into flames, and Hiroshi managed to pull Sakuya out despite her insistence that her brother was still inside. After everything was said and done, however, Reiji's body was never found, and he was marked among the few high school students that had disappeared under similar circumstances. Alongside her brother was the student council president, Natsuhime Hanami--Sakuya was supposed to be her vice president, but with her disappearance, she ended up inheriting the position. Even so, it didn't really matter to Sakuya.
Despite dealing with their grief, it seemed the streak of bad luck continued after Hiroshi was busted for embezzling funds in his high position in the company he worked for. He was promptly thrown in jail, leaving Sakuya to fend for herself. At that moment, Sakuya refused to let herself come off as pitiable and instead would do everything she could to show herself as capable. If she was meant to be abandoned, then fine. She could take on the world by herself--she was convinced she didn't need anyone.
- A big fan of coffee - A member of the Kendo club - Animals don't seem to like her, much to her dismay - Desires to study abroad after graduation
"I get the feeling I'm due for another disaster of some kind. I hope I'm wrong."
Genki comes off as a somewhat aloof young man. He tries his best to make any situation humorous, even in the darkest of times. He can sometimes be quite bullheaded, refusing to budge his opinion of someone or something, even if sufficient evidence is made for the opposite case. He enjoys his friends, the few that he has, but has a strange habit of disappearing on occasion.
Underneath that fragile happy face lies a deep-seated anger. A primal fury that not even Genki himself fully seems to comprehend. While this anger doesn't necessarily seem to be pointed at any particular person or thing, it does manifest itself at times, and Genki usually takes a walk to cool off.
There is a reliable way to manifest this anger however: Pain. Even something as minor as stubbing his toe is enough to cause his anger to flare up, but only for a second. While he's never been stabbed, burned, or otherwise suffered a serious injury like that, he has hit his head on things, or dropped things on his foot enough times to notice that pain causes him to be angry.
ＡＲＣＡＮＡ The Emperor ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡ
Cleave (Light phys damage to one foe) Tarukaja (Increased attack on one ally) Eiha (Light curse damage to one foe)
When Genki transforms, he dons ancient Chinese looking armor consisting of scalemail-like interlocking metal plates, a deep red cape, and a central breastplate that depicts an angry roaring face.
Genki's weapon manifests as a battle-axe. Light enough to be used in a single hand but big enough to be used in two hands for added damage. More often than not, Genki will be holding it with two hands. He also has a shield, but he keeps it on his back to protect his back. While he could wield both the axe and the shield when extra defense is needed, but Genki much prefers the aggressive tactic of using both hands for his weapon.
Genki's early childhood was... troublesome, to say the least. Neither of his parents really wanted the a kid, so they stuck him up for adoption, abandoning him. The Orphanage was run by an old, and Chinese man named Zhang, who had a strong distaste for the poor boy. Day in and day out, it was obvious that Genki was nobody's favorite, and there were times Zhang even tried to get rid of Genki, but luckily the law was on his side.
After about 10 years of torment, Genki's biological grandparents on his father's side found out where he had been and adopted him. As it turns out, both of Genki's parents were killed in a drunk driving accident after driving straight into a street light, killing them both instantly.
The next 6 years of his life would be spent re-adjusting to normal life. No longer being forced to learn Chinese, nor its history, Genki tried his best to live his life as a normal Japanese boy. Until recently. There was a strange man he met in his dreams on his 16th birthday. Someone named William. And... something about a butterfly? And a contract. He signed a contract with William, and got some sort of key. Genki still doesn't really understand it, but whatever happened, happened. And now, it's time for Genki's second year of high school to begin. What awaits him here? Only one way to find out.
Genki's color is ed1c24 Genki can speak both Japanese and Chinese (even though we're all speaking English lmao) Due to his time at the Orphanage, where everyone knew each other by their first names, Genki is inclined to give his first name first, but doesn't mind the more traditional way of calling someone by their family name.
Well-meaning, easygoing, and a bit of an airhead. The young Kazu was quite popular among his classmates during his first year at Hinotori highschool. Even after a life-altering motorcycle accident, he still maintains his cheerful demeanour. However, there is an unignorable air of hush, distrust, and disgust from the people who have heard about his ill-fated encounter on that one summer night. The peers he once considered friends have started to pity or ignore him, frustrating Kazu to the extent that he has chosen to be by himself outside the classroom. Slowly, his ostracization from most school social circles is chipping away at his once bright outlook on life and turning it bleak.
XII - The Hanged Man
Hell's Angel - a raw and wild expression of freedom which struggles against the bindings of societal expectations. In the mythos of Judeo-Christian religions, it is said that the angels that rebelled against the allmighty god Yahweh were cast out from heavenly Paradise and into the deep, burning infernos of Hell. Yet, the form of Kazu's Persona is not what a biblical angel is depicted as in any religious text. Instead, this psychological manifestation of power takes the motif of biker outlaws that the recent loner has recently found admiration for due to their self-reliance. Regardless, the Hell's Angel acts as the ever-present guardian of Kazuyoshi and as the personification of his unsung, obscured deeds.
Speed Master - The devil curses the open road as his messengers cruise upon it. At the start of any encounter, Kazu instinctively casts Sukukaja on himself and raises his reflexes with the essence of speed.
Agi - The fury of Hell is cast upon an unfortunate soul, dealing notable Fire damage as their flesh is charred and their bones turned to ash.
Tentarafoo - As the Hell's Angel rushes to reap the roadkill designated by Kazu, it lets loose a ghoulish howl along with a dust cloud of brimstone. Those that live through this malicious mirage might be left in the wake of Confusion.
A futuristic racing suit based on his perceptions of top professional track drivers is what Kazu changes into upon transformation.
Kazu relies on his heavy biker boots as his preferred weapons of choice.
Life was great for Kazuyoshi. He has a supportive family that wasn't hurting for money, he was surrounded by people who partied with him every weekend, he had a sweetheart of a girlfriend that he took on dates everywhere, and he wasn't failing his classes. Unfortunately, as he would soon find out, life is fickle and can turn on a dime.
It was a warm summer night, perfect for a party out under the stars on a grassy field. Of course, what party would be complete without under-aged drinking. While he can't remember much else from the night, he did remember thinking that he could drive back home. Unfortunately, that would be his last thought before waking up in a hospital bed with a cast on his leg and some lacerations all over his body. His parents were angry but not just because of the accident he had gotten himself into. No, they were furious that Kazu had gotten his girlfriend into that accident as well.
She was in a much worse condition. Bruises covered her arms and a major scar across her face could be seen just from a quick glance. Guilt had gripped Kazu's heart. For the rest of his stay in the hospital, his mind would just replay the night of the accident and try to think of what he could have done differently to avoid this. Regardless, the repercussions of his actions would soon make themselves apparent. First, the Asakuras had settled out of court with regards to his girlfriend's medical fees and reparations. Secondly, rumours of his dumb accident had spread like wildfire at Hinotori high school. Thirdly, his driver's license had only been suspended due to a low alcohol concentration though this was a mere formality since his motorcycle had been totalled. Lastly, his summer homework still needed to be done.
By the time the school year had started, most of his physical injuries had healed. The same cannot be said about everything else.
At first glance, Yori is a prickly person. Similar to her cactus-colored hair, she's known to cause harm to those who get close to her. Speaking in a blunt manner, she pushes her own opinions onto others, disregarding the other party's feelings as she barges into any conversation she can get an edgewise in. When rebuffed or dismissed, Yori is quick to show just how much she dislikes being ignored, quickly devolving into what one could only call 'colorful language' while attempting to cut deep into their heart by pushing their buttons.
However, in the off-chance that one comes to understand her, they come to realize that what she does is her own, misguided way of attempting to be nice. Approaching others when she overhears a problem, joining conversations that require resolution, calling someone out when they have a behavioral problem that needs fixing. All situations in which she realizes there is a problem. It's just that the way she goes about solving said problems isn't very polite, always attempting to get to the core of an issue no matter how she gets there and barging in to fix the problem no matter if they even really wanted it or not, resulting in the bully-like disposition she seems to have.
On the flip side, she's very unwilling to accept help from others, believing that things are 'best done you do them yourself'. Only in the direst of circumstances, where she is physically incapable of doing something by herself, that she's willing to accept any sort of aid. Even then, it would be with great reluctance, and if she somehow recovered from her debilitating state she would immediately attempt to take over no matter the state of completion.
Zio - The dangerous flash of lightning is followed by the loud and mighty call of thunder, shaking the hearts of all who hear its roar. Sukukaja - As the storm howls rampantly, the violent winds carry the earthbound into the skies. Until the force of gravity forces them back to the ground, the lifted experience a brief moment of flight. Dia - The eye of the storm, still and silent, soothes both the mind and the body even as the tempest continues to rage on around them.
When her persona is revealed, Yori dons a headpiece with a single-ringed horn protruding from the crown of her head. Her attire turns into a long, sleeveless silver coat, the collar laced with hair similar to a horse's mane. Each of her limbs are adorned with three, golden bands, mirroring her persona, and beneath her coat she wears a sky blue tank top and similarly colored shorts, ending with black boots with white fur upon the top similar to her coat, and silver stockings that end at the bottom of her thigh.
Daikyu Yumi, a greatbow.
For Yori, family is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, her three younger siblings bring her all the joy she needs in life, brightening her world every time she comes home, all pushing each other around to tell their eldest sister about their day before the others could. Their mischief and rampant energy, despite the occasional accident or broken vase, soothe her hardened heart, and though they may sometimes get on her nerves, they're the ones that hold the key to her heart.
On the other hand, however, the circumstances that lead to Yori having three siblings half her age were less than ideal. She was the only child of her father's first marriage, which ended in a divorce. The second marriage, through which her three siblings were born, ended when a birth complication cut short the life of the spouse. With her father unwilling to remarry and forced to work overtime in order to support his family, Yori was all that was left to take care of her three, infant siblings at the tender age of nine.
In an environment with an absent mother, Yori was forced to fill the role. Between school hours and her body's requisite hours of sleep, she dedicated all of her time to raise her siblings. For the first few years, when babies are the neediest and require the most care, there were times that she wouldn't even have the luxury of rest. Yet despite her trials and tribulations, picking up the skills needed not only to support her family but also herself when their father wasn't around, Yori continued forward, keeping up her grades despite her circumstances and even picking up a job the moment she was able to when she turned fifteen.
All for the sake of her family. Unable to interact with her peers nor build lasting friendships as she was always needed at home as soon as possible, how could she have anything else?
Though her eyesight isn't terrible, Yori carries a pair of reading glasses with her for the smaller text that her eyes can't focus upon.
Noriaki has always been someone ruled by his emotions; he is a passionate person by nature, with all the advantages and pitfalls that comes with. He is courageous, audacious, and possesses a strong sense of personal justice. His hotblooded temperament leads him to be in equal parts reckless, tempestuous and prone to outburst. Following his expulsion from his previous highschool and the stain it left on him, he finds himself ever more struggling to contain his fiery temper and increasingly disillusioned with his peers, leading him to lash out in stubborn defiance—another strong trait of his.
Noriaki's transformation isn't especially dazzling. His eyes lose their natural, bright blue hue in return for a vibrant, slit-eyed violet coloration. Complete with devilish fangs and a dark, black and purple jacket like something out of a JRPG, he looks more like an anti-hero than the righteous rabbelrouser he might like to pretend he is.
The circumstances of Noriaki's birth are, mercifully, uncommon enough. Born to a single mother just old enough to have graduated highschool, his early years were nothing to be envious of. His mother worked hard to provide a meager life for them, often leaving him with friends during work nights until he was old enough to fend for himself in their tiny Osaka apartment. It wasn't a bad life—he never went hungry, nor unloved—but it wasn't a fair one either. He hated seeing his sole parent work so hard just to scrape by, seeing the scorn society seemed to feel for her just because his dad wasn't in the picture. These early experiences shaped who he was. He learned to fight through struggle by example, and learned that the world wasn't a perfectly just place despite what his grade school teachers said. Perhaps most importantly, he learned that he didn't like that.
It was a recipe for disaster, to say the least. Full of piss and vinegar and with a dire lack of guidance at home, young Noriaki found himself scuffling with other youths more often than not. He had no outlet for his temper, or the indignation he felt when they pitied him for his home life. He wouldn't find one until he enrolled into junior highschool. Just like his temper, he was big for his age, and when his homeroom teacher suggested he join the school's baseball team, he took to it like a duck took to water. He had the talent to be good, and the drive to turn that talent into something meaningful. It also didn't hurt that being on the team provided incentive to keep the worst of his impulses in check.
Baseball was the driving force that kept the youth on the straight and narrow, away from the worse crowds that his circumstances might have driven others into. He made it into a fairly prestigious highschool in the Osaka area by way of recommendation from his coaches, and found his stride on the team during his first year. By all accounts, he had a bright future in the sport. A year or two on the team, and a Koshien was almost assured. From there, maybe even a pro career, if his advisers were telling the truth. The potential to rise so far made his inevitable fall so much more tragic.
Towards the end of his first year, he snapped. To hear it told, he stormed into the locker room after practice and assaulted the club's captain with a bat, leaving him on crutches for the rest of the year after that bat broke not one, but both of his knees before the coach could get to them. The reasons were certainly the subject of rumor—jealousy at his position, mistreatment gone too far, a girl—but he wasn't privy to most of it, on account of the subsequent expulsion and introduction to the juvenile justice system. The whole affair robbed him of his last few months of freshmen year, his prospects, and his passion.
It was only by his markedly good behavior up until that point, and perhaps the oh so hated pity he was subjected to due to his familial situation, that he got off relatively light. They wanted to make sure his punishment didn't interfere with his education. So, he was allowed to attend school in the following spring after a stint in juvenile detention, albeit in another city after his mother insisted on a new start—the rumors hadn't just stopped filled school, but the neighborhood as well.
So his arrival in Kyoto was foretold.
Works part-time at a convenience store on weekends. Really likes cats.
They say that fortune favors the bold, but when does that boldness get to be too much? Maki couldn't tell you. A vivacious person, she's quick to state her opinion and show her combative nature. If someone steps up to Maki, she returns the favor. Quick to curse words and burning insults, one would assume those were her only personality traits. She gets what she wants. Unfortunately, she may have burned some bridges via emotional Molotov Cocktails to do so. Arrogance would be a strong word for her attitude, but it wouldn't be entirely wrong. While there's not a sense of entitlement, there are definitely rungs of importance that Maki has constructed, and she puts herself on top. It's born from her independence and a wild streak. Maki likes to think of herself as an unflappable and untameable beast. Yet, that isn't the only thing that Maki is capable of. She's smart. She's intuitive. And she can sigh deeply, ruffling her bangs, and help when people really need help. Maki's not heartless. She just gives her heart sparingly.
► Cleave [Physical - Light Damage] ► Rebellion [Support - Increases One Ally's/Caster's Critical Rate for a Brief Time] ► Counter [Passive - Low Chance of Reflecting Enemy's Attacks]
A black headpiece adorns her forehead and has reptilian fang-like protrusions that lay over her brows. Her black hair hangs, bound in golden circlets for a make-shift ponytail. From there, her torso is covered in segmented golden armor with gaps that reveal black fabric underneath. Over that is a green and black biker jacket with "Man Eater" embroidered in gold. Her legs are covered in what look to be black torn jeans leading to knee-high gold plated boots with quite a heel.
A weighted chain with flecks of gold coming off of it
Maki never fell from grace, because she never had an altruistic pedestal to stand on in the beginning. Despite gossip painting her as a bad seed, she didn't have a shitty childhood. The Ito family managed to do well for themselves. Her father was a salesman, her mother a nurse, and her two older brothers were accomplished athletes. Despite her having a strong family unit she wanted so hard to stand out. Her brothers had gotten into their schools of choice with such high academics and athletics it painted them shining stars. Maki didn't want to occupy that same star-scape. Maki wanted something greater—something a little more her speed—so she ended up crossing a line. But let's back up a little bit...
As a young child, she showed a talent for art that while not prodigal, was notable. This talent cultivated more and more, and as such became more and more interesting. She started to hear that "she was following in the footsteps of her brothers," and that she was a "cookie-cutter good daughter." Maki had stood at the fringe of social acceptance before she heel-turned and shot a milquetoast life the bird.
She fell into an interesting group of peers at school. They were vagrants, at best. Prone to fist-fights, smoking, breaking and entering, and vandalism. It was this last part that caught Maki's eye. The girl moved from oil paints to spray paints. Within a few months, she'd made a name for herself as quite the alley art savant. There she met and fell deeply in love with Nakamura Toyoshiro. Honestly, love was probably too strong a word. Yet, Maki never half-assed anything. This was why she bought into this lifestyle and clique with such fervor that it got her a reputation at school. No one wanted to mess with her due to her rough nature and the rough nature of her friends. They did a good job keeping it out of sight and mind of authority figures—until, well, they didn't. A squabble with a popular girl left Maki in a meeting with her teacher and parents... and said popular girl with quite the black eye. It was around then that her parents watched her with more and more scrutiny. Their curiosity wasn't sated until one fateful night when Maki was caught.
What had she been doing? Well, that would be a tight-lipped secret kept by the Ito family. Yet, that wouldn't stop the rumor mill. The most common one would be about her and her boyfriend's promiscuous behavior. Another one detailed a nasty fight that left someone in the hospital. Yet another would state that Maki and her boyfriend burned a building down. And those were the serious ones. They only got more outlandish and cartoonish as time went on
Immediately, Maki was branded as a delinquent but not in an exciting way. A public spectacle was made of her to deter other kids from "following her path into anarchy." It didn't make her cooler. It alienated her from everyone and everything she loved from the embarrassment that now hung over her. She went from being an almost modern-day sukeban with an artistic streak to a friendless freak. In hopes of getting their daughter back on track, the Ito's had her take up a part-time job once she got back from spending the break with an aunt in the countryside.
As the new school year began, Maki still maintained her shitty job and her equally shitty reputation. Though sometimes, in quiet rebellion, she'd carve lewd sentences onto the bottom of any bench she could find. It was the small things. And she needed the small things, as those that she'd bullied in the past had turned the tables right back on her.
► Despite her ousting in her social group, Maki is still a talented artist. She hasn't actually produced anything since her medium of walls and spray paints were taken from her. ► She is always wearing headphones. People assume it's some sort of emo-metal. Maybe it is. Maybe it's also pop music. ► Doesn't know what Nakamura Toyoshiro is up to. She hasn't seen him since she got in trouble. Though, Maki has noted that he's said nothing to stop the rumor mill. ► Maki's arch-enemy may or may not be the cat that runs the street by where she works.
Once bubbly, outgoing, and full of life, Emi’s recent tribulations have put a damper on her personality. Gone is the cheery girl who flitted from club to study group to night out with friends without skipping a beat; nowadays, she finds her time and energy are better spent furthering a single goal: finding out what happened to her friends. In that sense, her recent strife has sharpened her focus, and while she used to fill her busy days to the brim simply as a matter of course, it's clear now that there's a genuine purpose driving her actions.
Thankfully, though, Emi hasn't been entirely hardened by her grief. She's still the kind soul she always was; just a little more muted. Even as her search for answers monopolizes her attention, she still struggles to refuse someone looking for guidance (especially in the field of Personas), and loss has made her cherish her friends, both new and old, ever more dearly.
Euryphaessa most often manifests as a swarm of many small, black-and-white butterflies, which disperse around the area in which they are summoned. These butterflies act as Emi’s eyes and ears, giving her enhanced awareness of her surroundings and any changes thereof. To attack, Euryphaessa’s butterflies converge into a tall, humanoid creature with five arms and butterfly wings where its head should be.
Lookout - Scout out the area, making it harder for enemies to ambush you and easier for companions to land hits. (Passive) Pulinpa - Create a distraction, inflicting Confusion on one foe. (Magical) Mapsi - Unleash the swarm, inflicting light damage to all foes. (Psychic) Bluff Call - Detect your foes’ weaknesses. (Ability)
Upon transformation, Emi dons a flowing empire dress made from layers of shimmering white gossamer. Tattoos of flowers and other flora sprout up across her entire body, whose blooms change colour and species depending on her mood.
Emi does not carry a weapon.
To ask Emi’s parents about her life, they’d say she caused quite a stir when she was born, and hasn’t stopped since. The first part, at least, is true: having contracted an infection in utero, Emi was born without much use of her eyes, and in the following few years she was determined to be legally blind. She spent the first few years of her life in her parents’ small-town home, under the watchful eyes of doting parents and doctors alike; however, when it came time for her to start school, the family had to pack up and move to Kyoto, where she could attend a private school for the blind. Tuition and rent were expensive, forcing Emi’s parents to work multiple jobs to make ends meet, but they handled their stresses gracefully. All they wanted was for their daughter to live the fullest life they could offer her; Emi understood that even from a young age, and decided early that she’d make sure her parents’ vision for her became a reality, vowing never to allow anything to hold her back.
That resolve pushed her to pour herself into everything she did, from schoolwork to navigation lessons to hobbies. As it turned out, the lifestyle suited her: Extroverted and full of energy from the start, Emi had no problem throwing herself into action. She carried that attitude forth when she left her private school to attend Hinotori High, thriving with more people to meet and more activities to involve herself in. It didn’t take long for her to find her way onto every student association she could fit around her schedule, and in the gaps between meetings, she was always planning things with friends. Overall, her manic schedule rarely left her with a moment to herself - and you know what, Emi liked it that way.
She started her second year just as strong, but fate rarely goes long without changing. It wasn’t far into the school year before something happened, something beyond imagining, to tip her world sideways and shake out all the sense. Something awakened inside Emi that she could barely comprehend, let alone explain; the desperate utterance of one word set in motion events that shook her to her core, and led her to question not only her sanity, but the very nature of reality itself.
Be it by luck, fate, or something else entirely, Emi was mercifully not made to cope alone. As it turned out, something similar had happened to a close friend of hers, and that friend introduced her to a few other students who’d had similar experiences. Encouraged that they weren’t alone, together they helped each other to make sense of the strange new world they found themselves living in, learning about Personas, Shadows, and the Other Side. Before long, research turned into investigation, and soon enough the aptly-named Torch Bearers passed an absolutely wild summer of battle, strife, friendship, and introspection, all in an effort to burn out the corruption lurking behind every mirror. It was terrifying, crazy, and miles beyond reasonable belief, and it was an experience Emi was certain she’d never forget.
Until one night, she stumbled home through the mirror with her mind and memories blurry. In the morning, she was told her friends were dead.
She didn’t believe it at first. Knowing the power they commanded, Emi couldn’t accept that any one of her friends could possibly succumb to something as simple as a house fire. In fact, it wasn’t until she was taken to the wreckage to smell the smoke for herself and feel the ashes between her fingers that she even believed there’d been a string of fires at all. There was just no way; it had to be fake, or a misunderstanding, or some kind of collateral damage from some climatic battle on the Other Side. But the Other Side would no longer admit her; when she tried to cross over and find where her friends had gone, she only succeeded in shattering her mirror.
But even if she couldn’t believe they were dead, her friends were most definitely gone, and the loss of such close friends would be devastating for anyone, even without uncertainty and suspicion gnawing in the backs of their heads. Emi’s desperate insistence that the fires couldn’t have claimed her friends fell on deaf, piteous ears, her concerns waived as the tragedy of a grieving girl still in denial. School, once a haven, became a torment; Emi couldn’t bear to walk the halls that now felt so empty, couldn’t stand the pity in people’s voices when they offered their condolences. As a result, she took the rest of the school year off, sequestering herself away at home with only her grief and confusion for company. Questions taunted her day and night, and uncertainty threatened to consume her: What became of her friends? Why had she been spared the same fate? And why on earth couldn’t she remember?!
For months, Emi was a husk of herself, her outspokenness silenced, her buzzing social life traded for solitude. Neither the efforts of her parents or her doctors could console her, and no possible progress on the investigation of her friends’ disappearance could satisfy her. As the new school year approached with little improvement, it seemed that the grief and the guilt would consume her - until, at long last, a light shone through the darkness.
A dream. A gentle-voiced man in a lavish train car came to her one night, speaking of things at once outlandish and hauntingly familiar. But what pulled Emi from the depths of her hopelessness wasn’t the man, the contract, or the key; rather, it was the voice behind the door, singing an aria that Emi knew by heart. It was a melody that one of her friends, presumed dead, always used to sing. One she always claimed she’d “heard in a dream.”
The dream came back night after night, but it didn’t have to; it only took that very first night, when Emi shot up in bed with her face streaked with tears and that music in her head, for her to cast off the shackles of grief once and for all. She was no good to anyone mourning alone in her room, and as far as she was concerned, that song was the clue she needed. Her friends didn’t die in a fire: they were Torch Bearers, fire only made them stronger. Now, it was certain that something else was at work here, and at long last, Emi was going to figure out what.
Her friends called her The Navigator. Now it was time to lead them home.
While Emi is legally blind, like most blind people, she still has a little bit of vision - mostly an awareness of light and dark. This can sometimes help her notice if someone or something crosses in front of her, if someone turns on/off the lights, or to notice oncoming vehicles at night.
Since her Awakening, Emi has had an eerily sharp awareness of her surroundings in the Real World. It doesn't compare to the awareness Euryphaessa can give her on the Other Side, but it allows her to know more about what's going on around her than one might expect.
5'6"/167 cm | 125 lbs/56 kg | 16 | 2nd Year | Male
Eager to please but sometimes a little too overbearing to actually make it happen, Daigo is boisterous and energetic in the same way an annoying little brother would be. He's hardly someone his peers would consider a genius - don't need booksmarts to run a restaurant, he claims - but he's infectiously cheery and tries his hardest to make sure everyone is having a good time. Even if he's crossed the line from lively and spirited to irritating as hell at the moment and doesn't realize he's the problem. Still, Daigo makes it a point to always be smiles and laughter, even when the smile is forced and his eyes are unfocused and dim rather than lively and vibrant. Not to say such a facade is a common facet of his features - usually his personality is genuine, but occasionally he'll overhear someone talking about money and his posture will sink for just a moment, or mention of the family business he formerly bragged about with pride and animated gestures will elicit only a noncommittal hum or halfhearted commentary. A subtle anxiety underlies a lot of his moods as of recent times, and while the boy had always been hesitant to express outward negativity, he now pointedly avoids any kind of introspective or 'deep' talk that he wouldn't usually shy away from. He's fine. Everything's fine. It'll all work out.
Khepri - Egyptian solar deity representing the rising sun, creation, and renewal.
Kouha (Light Bless damage to one foe) Lunge (Light Physical damage to one foe) Rakukaja (Increase one ally's Defense)
Daigo dons a suit of old-timey samurai lamellar, colored similarly to his Persona and stylized vaguely to resemble an insectoid carapace. His already vibrant hair gains highlights that glitter in a brilliant array of colors like the sky at sunset; fiery oranges, yellows, reds, even purples and blues at times. These streaks are normally unnoticeable but quickly become apparent during movement or a strong breeze when Daigo's hair shifts and catches the light.
The Hinaris are, as Daigo will proudly boast, owners of a kaiseki diner that dates all the way back to the Edo Period. He grew up helping out in the kitchen and, once he was old enough, serving customers. It was a fulfilling existence, even from a child's perspective, and when Daigo's grandfather retired and passed ownership of the restaurant to his father, the boy was eager to throw himself into the family business with the knowledge it would likely one day be his. The dream was far less glamorous in practice. With the change came a decline in customers - perhaps the old clientele was no longer interested in a diner that wasn't run by Daigo's grandfather, perhaps the modernization of Kyoto simply left the old place behind. The Hinaris continued as they had for generations, chalking the situation up to a string of bad luck that would soon be over.
Apparently the business' woes weren't as secret as the family thought, as Daigo returned from school one day to find his parents meeting with a pair of sharply dressed businessmen. They wanted to buy the restaurant for a particularly nice sum, as it was located primely in the middle of their company's new urban development project. They could take the money, start the family business over in a new area, reinvent their brand, be set for life, et cetera, et cetera. While Daigo's mother was open to consideration given their recent monetary losses, his father, naturally, would have none of it. Kaiseki Hinari would stay right where it was until the sun engulfed the Earth and maybe beyond that if he had anything to say about it.
After that, new development conveniently sprang up in a way that left Kaiseki Hinari out of the way from a pedestrian's standpoint and somewhat inconvenient to reach in lieu of much more accessible dining. Already on hard times, it took only a few short months to reduce the restaurant to toeing the line of closure when traditional means of attracting customers were suddenly no longer viable. Too stubborn to change the diner's business model or advertising strategy but too prideful to sell, Daigo's father seemed determined to go down with his ship; whether his family starved in the process or not. For what it was worth, Daigo agreed with him - in part, at least. He loved that restaurant; selling the business now so it could be torn down by scheming rats or worse, letting said vermin whore out the Kaiseki Hinari name for their own profit, was unacceptable. Still, his suggestions on modernizing the business fell on deaf ears. The fact that he'd convinced his father to sully the restaurant's proud traditions and begin selling - heaven forbid - mere lunch bentos was practically a miracle.
Unfortunately, problems beget more problems. As it often did, heightened stress and the threat of poverty turned the trivial quirks of any family that would usually be glossed over into glaring issues ready to tear the household apart in arguments and irritability. Debts were mounting, tensions in the family were high over whether to sell or not, his mother was threatening divorce over his father's stubbornness; Daigo's life was set on a downward spiral straight to the ass-end of misery with no exit in sight. He had no options but to push it all down into the depths of his psyche, put on a smile, and greet the ever-slowing trickle of customers like he always would.
Always fidgeting, sometimes to others' annoyance. Poster child for restless leg syndrome. Not a guy you wanna sit next to on a wobbly bench. Taptaptap.
Oka has never been the kind of person to lose her cool over any situation. She's often quiet, but quiet not because she's shy or disinterested. She's always wary of her surroundings and the people she's near. This attitude comes from her father's teachings and lack of personal relationships she's had in her life. She's extremely ambitious and competitive, which is why she has made every effort to become part of the student council and is often revered at school with tremendous respect from her teachers and other peers. Image is everything for her and it has been the one thing she has clung to in order to make something of herself, as her father instilled in her.
Oka dons this outfit representing herself as somewhat militant and together.
Oka was raised by her father, her mother nowhere to be found. Her earliest memory of her mother was when she was three years old, otherwise she knew nothing much of her. Her father never spoke of her and the only thing that was left of her was a picture of her holding Oka when she was child. Her father never remarried and was often very busy as she grew up. She was socially isolated, only learning how to communicate with adults and not very much with children. Since she was raised as an only child by her father, he brought her up to be careful and selective of who she spent her time with. Her father worked very hard at a large company before working his way up to become the vice president. And since his promotion during her first year, Oka has done her very best to make him proud-- to make him notice her. Rarely do they get to spend time with one another and often it has bothered her, but she has always remembered her father's advice once she got into high school that it would make her a stronger person to work alone. And so she did, very rarely taking the time to get to know anyone in her class or become closer to anyone beyond their given role in her life.
And then as her third year came rushing forward, she wondered if stress was getting to her. These dreams that she was having, the sight of a butterfly-- a room. She felt like it meant something, a premonition perhaps?
She wondered if her mind was urging her to break out of her shell-- to start to make a change. But as usual she ignored those thoughts and continued her mundane life. It's her final year of school and her last chance to make an impressionable memory of herself other than being the perfect student. Can she change?
-Does not like coffee, but loves tea -Secretly plays otome games at home to learn about normal interactions with teens -Often secretly buys magazines to keep up with what is trendy -Despite her cool and enigmatic demeanor, she wants the opportunity to make a friend