Altered Tundra

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

I'd love to post but double posting is against the rules, innit?

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Go for it, my dude. Unless you're patient enough to wait for the others to post. If not, then I second Lemons.

You Can Become a Hero!

^{Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th}

Today was the day where Yuki’s life was going to change. It would be the start of his journey to being a hero like his father. Maybe it would be the start of being a hero like his mother. The truth be told, the young aspiring hero had been thinking about this for a long time. It wasn’t just when he had arrived at Ishin Academy. Yuki had been pondering about this for months — years, even. If he was being completely honest with himself, he had been stuck on the eternal question ever since his quirk had activated and his parents, in their own way, talked to him about how happy they were he had his quirk. As heartwarming as it was to see the pride on their faces, though a little less obvious on his father’s face, Yuki knew from that moment he would have this internal conflict about what kind of hero he wanted to be.

What kind of hero do I want to be—

Yuki’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the train stopping at the Sapporo train station. He holstered his bag between both of his arms, placing it perfectly on his back. He popped in his earmuff-styled headphones and let the sounds of lo-fi hip-hop surrender all outside noise.

Yuki seemed to make record time when he left the train station and traveled down the main road that led to Ishin Hero Academy. Along the way, he was going over a number of things in his head. He was recalling the interview to get into the school. He also thought about how honored he was to be accepted into the second-best Hero academy across Asia. Would he have liked to go to UA? A small part of him did, yes, but at the end of the day, Yuki tried to keep true to what he been taught. And that was being grateful for what he have while also aiming to be the best in whatever environment he was placed in. Even if Yuki didn’t always show that he was determined to approach this school as he did with everything else.

“Smile wide. Be gracious and friendly. You can do this, Yuki.” He muttered to himself, walking through the gates of Ishin Academy.

As many times as Yuki had looked it up on the internet and saw photos of it, there was nothing like actually being there in person and seeing just how grand of a school it really was. The building, the people around him — it really made Yuki truly blessed to be here, if not freezing him still at the front door that inside.

Yuki’s frozen form was forcibly pushed into the academy by what seemed like impatient students. He heard various forms of the usual ‘move it’, which prompted Yuki to step to the side and allow them free passage. Yuki played an unknowing version of ‘follow the leader’, trailing close behind someone with dark hair.

When he got to the auditorium, he didn’t know what to make of all the people around him. The young teen hesitated to make his introduction to those around him that he heard talking. This was to be the moment he’d never be able to take back. First impressions were everything and they were eternal. The words he said and the way he presented would present himself was something Yuki would never ever be able to take back. Once they were out there, that was it. For better or for worse, this was the moment to impress.

But how? Go in there with minimal reactions and words like his father or blazing with an infectious and boisterous charisma like his mother? Either option presented itself with just as many pros and they did cons and with an infinite amount of reactions resulting from the decision. Whichever choice he made, Yuki made a mental note that it would be made when the time was right.

As he was appointed to the first year batch, Yuki would look at all of them. They seemed to be involved in a current conversation, but Yuki knew he had to make his introduction as clearly and percisely as he could. So he went for it. “Good morning! What a beautiful day it is, right?” He started, finding that to be a good conversation starter. “I am Chikai Yuki. You can call me Yuki.”

What a first impression that’ll make, eh?

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

A bit tired but not bad. Hbu bby?

The Sands of Time

GM Time Skip Announcement

^{@Dirty Pretty Lies @Hero @spooner @Ruby @SpicyMeatBall @Fabricant451 @Prosaic @Ejected @TayTay}

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Hello hello, darlings! As you might’ve noticed, we have finally arrived at our first, big IC event. That’s right! It is finally the 4th of July for the town of Salem. In celebration of our nation’s independence, the Salemites will celebrate in grand fashion. Everything will be festive. The entire town will be decorated in various, colorful decorations of red, white, and blue. Additionally, each family will have their own celebration. Throughout the day (as we skip throughout it), you may have the opportunity to interact with whomever you wish. However, this time around - at least for the morning - we will be sticking to a mostly-linear series of interactions. This is not to limit you but to build upon family relations.

And speaking of families, This is generally how things will be played out for the day IC.

The Bradys, Hortons, and Carver families are all close to each other, so it should be completely understandable that, later in the day (afternoon to night), they will be holding the annual 4th of July celebration by the lake. Though the lake, in general, is where the fireworks and the largest BBQ in the entire town will be held, these three families will obviously be the focus and they will have the largest area of the lake to do as they please.

The Zima family, though not natives of the US of A, may opt to join the other families in the celebration later on in the day. However, for the morning and well into the afternoon (it is up for debate depending on what Ruby and Fab want to do) will be kept to the Zima Mansion for Katinka’s 26th Birthday celebration. Family from all over will be pouring into Salem to celebrate the second-eldest child of Dmitri and Natasha’s birthday independence.

As for the Castillos, up to my current knowledge of typing this, there aren’t any specific plans. They may do as they please, though if Angie or Spooner have any ideas, feel free to go with them as you see fit. As it stands, however, they can go wherever and participate in whichever setting they see best fits their characters.

The Sands of Time

It’s a brand new day in Salem, Illinois. After an eventful day for some of Salem’s most prominent citizens, this new day presents its own batch of challenges to test the limits of their patience and how much they can handle. But it is also a day to let loose and have a little fun. Whether you’re a member of the Horton, Carver, and Brady families hanging by the lake for the 55th Annual 4th of July Celebration, a member of the Castillo Family enjoying the day with either your family or somewhere in town, or a Zima at home, celebrating the 26th birthday of the second-eldest child, Katinka Zima, this is a day full of wonders and happiness. It’s filled with love.

Whatever happened before today, it does not matter. Be with the ones you love. Enjoy the day as much as you can. Give your all to the celebration. Give your all to your family and friends. Have a blast and never forget that the Sands of Time stops for no one, so savor each and every moment while you can.

H a p p y 4 t h o f J u l y !

^{LOCATION — Eva's room
INTERACTING WITH — Zeke [@Proseiac], Dmitri Zimma (Papa)
MENTIONED — Ali, Colin, Adrian, Kat, and Eli
TIME — 7-8 AM}

As she sat there in her bed for nearly thirty minutes, Eva thought about yesterday and how so many things happened. Some good like seeing her big brother, Alec back in town. It was nice seeing him, though he did look like he had seen better days. There were also some unfortunate like running into Eli Horton and how his girlfriend, Ali Brady, thought that somehow she had something worry about by Eva and Eli knowing each other. The fact that someone put the idea in her head that something was going on with Eva and the redhead’s boyfriend was outrageous. Eva tried to explain it to her that it wasn’t what it looked like, but by the time Eva finished, Ashton told her to get back inside.

No one would have ever thought Evangeline Zima would willingly leave a conversation, but when her supervisor requested her back in, she took it without a moment’s hesitation. And then, when she recalled the moments that followed, Eva met this boy. She had served him drinks earlier in the night. “I think he was that cop Brady's brother. Uh, Colin? No, that’s the brother’s name. Zeke?” She murmured, trying to remember his name. “Oh! Zeke. Ezekiel. I don’t know. He was cute, though.”

Suddenly, she found her thoughts about yesterday leave her as the blonde would now be solely focusing on Zeke. His face. The way his hair seemed to compliment his boyish features. And those eyes of his, they were like two pieces of delicious milk chocolate that she could get lost in forever. And unlike most boys/men around her age, who all seemed to be concerned with getting her into bed, by the way, Zeke was so nice. She only talked to him for a few moments, but when Colin had stepped away with Adrian Castillo (yes she knew of him from her encounters with his siblings), she was able to squeeze in words here and there. Though short, Eva got a really good vibe from him. She gave him her number before he left so they could perhaps meet up later today before all of the celebrations.

“Well, actually…”

Eva rolled off her bed, reaching over to her nightstand. She struggled to get her phone on the first try, though she managed to snag it on the second one. Scrolling through her phone, she landed on Zeke’s name. She started to type a message - a message that said the following:

Okay, that felt good. Like really good. Eva had a positive feeling surge through her body after she sent the trio of text messages Zeke’s way. She hoped he didn’t think she was weird or anything. Oh god, what if he does? She nearly lost it again and was going to pick up her phone and send him another one. Thank Allah that she was stopped by a knock on her door. Oh the God was being good to her today.

“Eva? You awake?” She heard her father knock a few times. Hard.

“I’m up, papa!”

Under normal circumstances, her father would’ve left well enough alone, but today was obviously not like all days, so he walked in. Eva wasn’t improper, but she wasn’t presentable in the way her father would’ve liked. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. And as Dmitri walked in her room, dressed like he was about to walk into Zima Enterprises and run the empire like he did every day.

“You’re still not dressed, Eva?”

“I’m sorry, Papa. I had a late shift at The Edge last night. I didn’t get home until 3.”

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Oh yeah, it’s all fine here. Just tired, is all.” That was the biggest fib that left Eva’s mouth. And she knew that her father knew it.

Damn it.

Dmitri took a seat next to Eva. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Eva hesitated, unsure if she wanted to take the focus away from Kat. Today was her big day. Though Kat wouldn’t make a big fuss about it, Eva wanted it to be as special for her. Talking about her silly schoolgirl crush on Ezekiel Brady was not only doing the total opposite of what Eva wanted to do, she didn’t know how to explain it to her father without setting off his overprotective dad instincts.

“You know I won’t leave until you tell me. So, out with it, Eva!”

She pouted, though she eventually just sighed and gave into her father’s persuasive demands. She couldn’t possibly say no to him. She was, after all, daddy’s little girl. “I’m not sure how to say it, but I kind of like this guy.”

“Kind of?”

“Well, it’s all still new. I met him while at work last night. His name is Zeke Brady.”

“Oh.”

That’s all that Dmitri said, but it held such weight in poor, Eva’s heart. “Oh? Why ‘oh’?”

“I know of a Brady. He’s a detective on the Police Force. Not a bad guy, I suppose. He has issues.”

“What sort of issues?”

Dmitri seemed to be thinking about it. “It’s not really important. What matters is that you seem quite smitten with this boy. I can just tell by the way you speak about him. You should invite him to your sister’s party.”

“I mean..” Suddenly Eva was grabbing at her blanket, looking away.

“Unless you already did.”

“I texted him. No reply yet.”

Dmitri laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, no I’m not laughing at you, angel. You just remind me so much of your mother when I first met her. Believe it or not, but she was just like you.

She didn’t know what he meant by that. Her mother was nothing like her. Eva was so sunshine happy-go-lucky all the time, though this morning was an exception since she’s been all butterfly-nervous. Natasha, her wonderful mother, was confident and her hero. She was the type of person Eva hoped to be. Her mother and Kat, though her sister’s demeanor was sometimes more like their father’s, have almost the same level of grace and confidence. Then there was Eva. Now, that wasn’t to say she didn’t have her own confidence, but there were so many better women than her. She just didn’t compete.

Eva, once again, got lost in her own thoughts and completely forgot to respond to her father. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Papa!”

Dmitri smiled at her, waving away her apology. “No need for that.” He clapped his hands, standing up. “I’m going to go downstairs. Why don’t you shower and join us whenever you’re ready? Your sister, I’m sure, will be thrilled to see you, as will your mother.” Dmitri held his arms out, inviting her to give him a big hug.

And so she did. She hugged Dmitri as tight as she could, almost holding on for dear life. “I love you, Papa,” Eva said affectionately.

“And I you, angel.”

She stayed on her bed a few minutes after her father left, letting all the thoughts that had come and gone from her mind return only to leave again. This time, however, she took this as the perfect time to do something productive. Today was hopefully going to be a good day for her and her family.

Hopefully...

^{LOCATION — The Edge Nightclub
INTERACTING WITH — Shawn, Jess @SpicyMeatBall
MENTIONS — The Cunstillos, Jess, and the Brady Family
TIME — 11:45 PM}

Nothing in the past twelve hours gave Colin any joy. If he could erase the last day from his memory, then he would, but nope! He had to remember being reduced to a lapdog for that god-forsaken Castillo family. If it was bad enough that he had to do their bidding during the day, when he was trying to enjoy his night off from the hell at his day job - running on little sleep and a lot of caffeine, mind you - that bold Adrian Castillo had the gall to pull him away from Zeke, whom Colin was trying to get to let loose, so he could serve as a bodyguard. The only upside of that whole ordeal was the free drinks that were put on Adrian’s tab. The downside? Colin woke up with the worst hangover of his life.

But thank that stupid Jesus Christ for his family’s hangover cure.

“Let me guess? Hungover again.” Shawn shook his head at his son. “Honestly, Colin, this is the fifth day in a row. You need to pace yourself or that liver of yours will give up on you.”

Colin didn’t bother responding to his father. One, he didn’t feel like wasting his words, especially not when it came to Shawn. And honestly? Colin was feeling like shit. He didn’t even want to hear the sound of his own voice, let alone the sound of Shawn’s judgmental tone.

“Not going to talk, huh? Fine, have it your way.” Shawn rolled his eyes, pouring Colin a cup of coffee. “Your Clam Chowder will be ready in five minutes. And, if you can make it, come by the lake later. I don’t care if you don’t want to see me at all. Do it for your mother and siblings. They’ll miss you.”

He pretended he didn’t hear any of that, but Colin had no choice. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, his father was right for a change. He could harbor a hatred for his father all he wanted, Colin would never hold that same kind of negativity towards the rest of his family - least of all those who never judged him like Shawn did. His mother, his sister, Ali, and brother, Zeke - especially Zeke. those three were the main reasons he hasn't offed himself. They are the reason why Colin didn’t drown himself even further into an early grave, or, god-forbid, retreat back to the reason why he’s a recovering drug addict.

“Fine, I’ll stop by this afternoon,” Colin said as Shawn had stopped. He didn’t turn around, though one could assume there was a sense of pride and happiness in Shawn. Of course, Colin wouldn’t know this. Both men were too proud to even ask that question. Shawn simply went back to his duties as current manager of the Brady Pub.

Not before long, Colin’s order of his Great-Grandmother’s famous chowder came in a bread bowl. Growing up, Colin always loved eating her chowder. He knew the recipe, but he couldn’t make it worth shit. Thankfully, the chef they had working at the Pub was a genius. It was so tasty. It had a salty, yet spicy, flavor to it. The secret was to toss in an extra pinch of red chili flakes and a dab of the house specialty hot sauce. Colin liked it extra spicy, especially when he needed a quick fix for his consistent hangovers.

Colin finished the bowl in record time. The same waiter came by to refill his coffee and take the empty bread bowl to the kitchen. When they left, Colin took out his phone, going to a specific contact. It was Jess. He sent the following text:

As he set his phone down on the table, Colin let the thought sink in about Jessica Horton - the one who got away, or maybe instead of that, the one Colin screwed up with. Yeah, that sounded more accurate. He didn’t even know if she would be willing to meet up. Truth be told, one other reason why he wouldn’t have shown up at the lake today wasn’t just because of his father. It wasn’t just because of his strained relationship with some of the members of the town. It was not wanting to dredge up old, painful memories for Jess. If he removed himself from her social life, she wouldn’t need to be reminded of the shit time they had during their high school days.

Oh well. Only time will tell if she wants to or not.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Christopher Malik Lambert, RP Title Pending

Christopher Malik Lambert
-Goes by Chris and Mal

25

Male

Labels are dumb. Chris doesn't believe in them nor does he want to put a name on it. But if you must know, he would closely identify as bisexual with a lean towards men.

Chris has tried not to be a walking cliche, especially with someone who has his skin color, but some things couldn’t be denied no matter how hard he tried. Being one of a somewhat tall, vertical base, Christopher stands above most at six-feet-and-two-inches, with a 160lbs weight that definitely gives off the impression he is quite fit and athletic (as he should be given his athletic background). He is fairly light skinned, which is due to his African-American mother and French-Caucasian father. His hair has moments of growing out in a wavy fashion or being traditional for those who grew up in urban surroundings. As it stands now, however, his hair gives him that semi-bald visage. His eyes are a strong hazel color.

Christopher’s fashion sense has always been a mix of sporty and formal. Given that he comes from a lot of money and his folks had no problem indulging his often-expensive, designer brand tastes. Whether this was buying sports jackets that would cost an arm and a leg or suits that he’d likely only wear a handful of times, they had no problem buying them. And Lord knew he had no problem wearing them. You won’t ever find him wearing anything but name brand clothes. Be this an addition or just someone who has standards, the bottom line is that Christopher Malik Lambert does not do hand-me downs.

✔ Caring and Compassionate
✔ Protective of those he cares about
✔ Down to earth
✘ Assumes he knows best for everyone
✘ Sometimes he is too overprotective
✘ High Maintenance
≠ Does things with the right intentions but ends up with adverse results

_{Legend: ✔ - Positive Personality Traits
✘ - Negative Positive Traits
≠ - Neither positive nor negative positive trait; neutral}

The one thing about Chris that has always been a constant throughout his entire life has been his genuine caring and compassion for those in his life he holds dear. His protective instincts have always been present, especially being a big brother. Due to that, Chris has been known to overreact and not always be in the right when acting on the behalf of those he thinks he knows best for. He does have good intentions, but they’re not always crystal clear. It’s an issue that he knows he needs to work on.

Chris is a genuine spirit who loves and is one of those guys who, despite his profession, he does not exhibit the characteristics of your traditional wall street guy. He knows when to leave the office at the office. He doesn’t boast about the money he makes or loudly proclaim that he has the biggest you-know-what to every woman or man (shh it’s supposed to be a secret) within earshot. He is friendly, often reserved but never shy to speak up, and most importantly, CM is generally a sweetheart with a slight diva complex. There are just some things that he can’t avoid. He also has very expensive tastes and expects to have it represented in his closet.

He’s also been known to be a low-key flirt. It’s not always obvious. He has a way about him that, through no fault but his own, tends to sway the opposite sex into liking him. Perhaps that’s the stockbroker in him and being able to persuade people to buy into what he’s selling. When he does outside of the workplace, however, it’s unintentional. That seems to be a recurring thing with him.

If there could be one thing to be said about Chris’ life, it’s that he has had the benefit of white privilege. Even though his skin color might say one thing, the fact of the matter is, Chris grew up in an area that is the furthest thing from your typical ghetto neighborhood (or “The Hood”, as some call it).

His story begins in the richest neighborhood in Palm Beach, Florida called Crown Heights. It is a very exclusive gated community that requires the applying families to bring in at least 2.5 million every quarter. As a result, one could easily surmise just how well off the families that live there really are. Those who do live there either come from old money or have been lucky to make new money. Chris’ family revolves around the former. His father, Lorenzo Francis Lambert, serves as Chief Finacial Officer for HartCorp. That easily brings in 8-figures on a good, fiscal year; and 6 on a decent one. As for his mother, Melissa Tina Monroe-Lambert, she is a banker for the state of Florida. Together, they ranked in over 20 million throughout the years. And together, they have two beautiful children. Chris is obviously the eldest, but they also have a daughter - and Chris’ younger sister - Estelle Melissa “Stella” Lambert. Only two kids. That’s all they felt they needed. Two perfect children.

Well, almost perfect. Truth be told, though Stella and Chris are amazing people and their parents love them to death, growing up, there was always a feeling - at least on Chris’ side - where he felt that he had to prove himself. He was the eldest but he was also the one that both Lorenzo and Melissa had all the expectations for. Stella slid by as she always had done. Plus, his parents learned from the mistakes they made with Chris. They pushed him to be the best when he met their associates. They pushed him into sports since Lorenzo was an all-star for basketball back in his day. They pushed him to get the best grades. Basically, everything one could think of that would be ideal for a child to excel at that would set them up for life, Chris was pushed into it.

After a while, though it tore him up inside to even think it, Chris felt like he was just another trophy rather than an actual son to his parents whom they could love. That and he has always struggled with his sexuality since finding out he may have a physical attraction towards the same sex. But regardless of everything, Chris knew he had to put on a brave front, so he did what they wanted him to do. He excelled at sports. He got the best grades. He dated the best girls in both middle and high school. He never got into trouble. And he made sure his parents had stories to tell about how wonderful their son Christopher Malik was. All the while, he was the best big brother to Stella he could be. Despite their 8-year age difference, he tried to be there for her. Sadly, however, he couldn’t stay in Florida for her when he got accepted into Cornell University on an academics scholarship.

With the dream of working on Wall Street one day, Chris went to New York. He took the appropriate business classes. He made good connections with the school and their alumni. Unlike his life in Palm Beach, Chris was allowed the freedom to be more to who he wished he could be. He let loose when it felt appropriate and didn’t worry about pleasing everyone. He knew who the big shots were and he knew that to make it in this world, he had to please them. To hell with everyone else.

After graduating at the top of his class and earning himself a degree in Accounting and Economics, it was off to the real world. And in the city where his dream job awaited for him, Chris began to make his way up, even if he had to start small. But seeing his dream through cost a lot of money. And Chris refused to take hand-me-downs from his parents. He wanted to be his own man. The help from his parents ended when he graduated high school. So, to make end’s meet, Chris got a job at an investment firm in Brooklyn. And with glowing recommendations from his contacts, he landed a job as a Junior Stock Broker where he would train under one of the most recognized stockbroker in Brooklyn, Wallace Anders Smith. And

• He has a BA in Accounting and Economics.
• Chris is an excellent chef. It’s one of his favorite past times. He excels at Italian and Chinese cuisine.
• He is an avid sports fan. He is a fan of the Miami Dolphins, New York Mets, and New York Knicks.
• Chris has a tendency to overtip, which leaves him broke not long after getting his bi-weekly paycheck.
• He ranks in about 46,000 yearly, which equates to about 880 per bi-weekly paycheck, which brings him to approx. 1,760 per month.
• Though he is technically bisexual, he does have a preference in men. So don’t tell the male roommates he’s trying to get live with.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Jaakuna Hoshinikkō, Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

5’7 ♦ 130lbs ♦ Golden-blonde hair ♦ light gold eyes ♦

You can’t get into trouble if you never get caught.

Name: Jaakuna Hoshinikko
Alias: Jaak, Sundance, The Star Kid
Title: The Sundance Kid
Meaning: Jaakuna’s name has a multi-layer meaning. The name of Jaakuna means wicked, which doesn’t come from the alternate meaning of “bad” or “evil”. This name comes from the lesser-considered meaning of “mischievous.” Meanwhile, Jaakuna’s surname of Hoshinikko has a double meaning that literally translates into “Stars and Sunshine”.

Species: Half-Human, Half-Yokai (Jaak is unaware of his demon heritage)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Real Age: 17
Age Appearance: 16

History:

For as long as he could remember, Jaakuna has always felt like something was missing in his life. He could never place his finger on it. Growing up most of his life without a male figure in his life might’ve been the cause of that. Or maybe he was always getting into fights and the brain damage from those brawls contributed to the gap of his life. Well, at least that was what he told himself at night when he would lay his head to sleep. The truth of the matter was that much like how Jaakuna had lived his life from the moment he could throw a punch to when his powers developed, handled everything a fight at a time. No use sweating over the big stuff, right?

And so he did. Year after year, failed attempt to pass the school year after failed attempt, Jaakuna simply lived for the moment. He had fun when he could. He fought people who thought they were big and bad, only to realize that they couldn't stand toe to toe with The Sundance Kid. Seriously, it was as if something about Jaakuna was above human - well, that's what people said. They saw him as some kind of fighting god. There still wasn't anyone since the Yusuke Yuremeshi days who fought as well as Jaakuna did. Though, his overall fighting style has been described as a double-edged sword. While great in its base, something about it works but it put Jaakuna in a lot of compromising positions.

Though his studies suffered from his street fighting experiences, Jaakuna has never failed a single grade. And he’s so light-hearted about it all. The way he saw it was if he wasn’t expelled or didn’t fail a grade, then who cares if you only get through the final exams by the skin of your teeth? Life was too short in his eyes. And it wasn’t like his mother was setting an example to do exceptionally well in school. As the kids said a decade ago: yolo! You only live once, so make it count. But all of that changed when he came into contact with...something he’d never experienced.

One day while Jaakuna was fighting the local neighborhood punks who thought they could take him in a 1-on-5, he was surprised that one of them happened to be stronger than he remembered they were. When he really gave it his all, this particular person floored Jaakuna and sent him flying in the opposite direction for about a yard or so. That nearly killed Jaakuna, but then he really was in trouble when the same boy was attempting to finish the job. Never one to give up, Jaakuna met it with the same never-say-die attitude he always had. This time, however, wouldn’t go as fights usually did for him.

Then, as everything went black for a single moment, Jaakuna opened his eyes to see the boy was flat on his back. Unconscious. Only when he looked, he noticed something was off. Completely off, actually. First off, Jaakuna was floating about ten feet above the ground. He saw his house and the other houses in his neighborhood. This took him by surprise and had Jaakuna panicing, which was something that he rarely did. It was so out of character, but one could probably understand why he was so shocked because he was 10 feet in the fucking air. You try remaining calm in that kind of situation.

While Jaakuna was still in a state of shock, he had time to adjust to it by letting the days pass him by, though his mind often wandered to that day. What happened? What was it that he felt? Ever since that day, Jaakuna felt like this was something he just had to find out more. But as he would find out, since that day, he’s been having these recurring dreams. Some of them were of him fighting some weird creatures, though he looked...different. His entire body was, as he assumed, pure energy. The stars and sun and moon all radiated around him and flowed from his body and the air around him.

Days soon turned to weeks as the dreams were more frequent than they had ever been. But that wasn’t the only thing. Jaakuna had been seeing things that weren’t there before. Creatures that floated, that had tiny bodies and big horns. And then, it came to the point when Jaakuna was growing annoyed because he didn’t know what the hell was happening to him.

All of it just really womps big time.

Personality |

• Light-hearted
• Fun-loving
• Witty
• Reckless
• Mischievous
• Emotionally-driven
• Honest (sometimes to a fault)

Power and Techniques |

• Celestial Spirit Stars - Through the manipulation of his spirit energy, Jaakuna can create 4 shiny,spiritual stars that not only have high spirutual properties, but when used offensively, they can create a high, concussive force. When used one by one, the stars have a high accuracy but have a low strength when they hit their target. Likewise when Jaakuna uses them toegether in a one-hit-go, the accuracy is low but the overall power is 4-times what each individual star can produce. They move at an average speed for the kind of ability that it is.
• Celestial Spirit Stars: Barrage - One could look at this one as the multiple layered version of Celestial Spirit Stars. Through multiple uses and manipulation of his spirit energy, Jaakuna was able to create a technique that multiplies the original amount of four stars into twelve and sends them all flying in a barrage-styled attack, covering a range of ten feet horizontally and vertically. The only difference is that in this version, they cannot be combined like with Celestial Spirit Stars. This is meant to be a multi-foe technique. As a result, it is virtually useless in one-on-one fights. Additionally, the stars are not homing devices. There is zero control from the moment Jaakuna launches them. When they miss, that’s it.
• Celestial Spirit Stars: Dance - Taking into account Jaakuna’s erratic fighting style which includes a lot of acrobatics, the expansion of his Celestial SPirit Star power represents itself through the form of stars that attach themselves to his arms and legs. They only launch when he makes a certain dance-like move. This includes and is limited to: corkscrew, jerking the legs and arms, kicking/punching the air, and punching the ground.
  
  • The Corkscrew produces an array of small stars that look as if they are one and create a sound like a whispering wind. Their power is low and the accuracy is high.
  • When he jerks his legs/arms in a any direction, a wave of stars launch forward but it is a very linear path and is easily avoidable. It also moves slower then any technique that Jaakuna is capable of.
  • When he punches or kicks the ground, Jaakuna’s spirit energy is sent through it and creates a slight fissure that results in a small, yet noticable, golden blast of stars from the ground. This is contained to a very linear path of only five feet in front of him.
• Celestial Spirit Stars: Aura - A powerful technique in which Jaakuna harnesses his spirit energy to such a degree that instead of creating construct of spirit energy and using them offensively as projectiles, he takes the same properties to fortify his natural capabiltieis with a thinly-layered, easily disrupted aura colored gold (not to be confused with sacred energy). Unlike Sacred Energy, this does not give Jaakuna extraordinary abilities or give him overwhelming strength. It is taking the same amount of energy that it would take him to create stars but instead giving him the same power those very stars would possess. In doing so, he is enabled a 10% boost in his speed, strength, and defense. Though, due to the early stages it obviously is in, the amount of time that it remains active until it is turned off is less than 4 minutes of real time (battle or not). It does not give him the power of flight but he can run faster. His spiritual capabilities (spirit energy output, spiritual awareness, etc) are not effected. They remain as they were before the aura’s activation. Exceeding the time limit will actually have inverse effects on Jaakuna. Instead of giving him a boost, it will actually take away from his base attributes.

Spirit Class: D+ average (unlike his high school average lel)

Weapon(s):
A man does not need anything but his fists.

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Christopher Malik Lambert

Christopher Malik Lambert
-Goes by Chris and Mal

25

Male

Labels are dumb. Chris doesn't believe in them nor does he want to put a name on it. But if you must know, he would closely identify as bisexual with a lean towards men.

Chris has tried not to be a walking cliche, especially with someone who has his skin color, but some things couldn’t be denied no matter how hard he tried. Being one of a somewhat tall, vertical base, Christopher stands above most at six-feet-and-two-inches, with a 160lbs weight that definitely gives off the impression he is quite fit and athletic (as he should be given his athletic background). He is fairly light skinned, which is due to his African-American mother and French-Caucasian father. His hair has moments of growing out in a wavy fashion or being traditional for those who grew up in urban surroundings. As it stands now, however, his hair gives him that semi-bald visage. His eyes are a strong hazel color.

Christopher’s fashion sense has always been a mix of sporty and formal. Given that he comes from a lot of money and his folks had no problem indulging his often-expensive, designer brand tastes. Whether this was buying sports jackets that would cost an arm and a leg or suits that he’d likely only wear a handful of times, they had no problem buying them. And Lord knew he had no problem wearing them. You won’t ever find him wearing anything but name brand clothes. Be this an addition or just someone who has standards, the bottom line is that Christopher Malik Lambert does not do hand-me downs.

✔ Caring and Compassionate
✔ Protective of those he cares about
✔ Down to earth
✘ Assumes he knows best for everyone
✘ Sometimes he is too overprotective
✘ High Maintenance
≠ Does things with the right intentions but ends up with adverse results

_{Legend: ✔ - Positive Personality Traits
✘ - Negative Positive Traits
≠ - Neither positive nor negative positive trait; neutral}

The one thing about Chris that has always been a constant throughout his entire life has been his genuine caring and compassion for those in his life he holds dear. His protective instincts have always been present, especially being a big brother. Due to that, Chris has been known to overreact and not always be in the right when acting on the behalf of those he thinks he knows best for. He does have good intentions, but they’re not always crystal clear. It’s an issue that he knows he needs to work on.

Chris is a genuine spirit who loves and is one of those guys who, despite his profession, he does not exhibit the characteristics of your traditional wall street guy. He knows when to leave the office at the office. He doesn’t boast about the money he makes or loudly proclaim that he has the biggest you-know-what to every woman or man (shh it’s supposed to be a secret) within earshot. He is friendly, often reserved but never shy to speak up, and most importantly, CM is generally a sweetheart with a slight diva complex. There are just some things that he can’t avoid. He also has very expensive tastes and expects to have it represented in his closet.

He’s also been known to be a low-key flirt. It’s not always obvious. He has a way about him that, through no fault but his own, tends to sway the opposite sex into liking him. Perhaps that’s the stockbroker in him and being able to persuade people to buy into what he’s selling. When he does outside of the workplace, however, it’s unintentional. That seems to be a recurring thing with him.

If there could be one thing to be said about Chris’ life, it’s that he has had the benefit of white privilege. Even though his skin color might say one thing, the fact of the matter is, Chris grew up in an area that is the furthest thing from your typical ghetto neighborhood (or “The Hood”, as some call it).

His story begins in the richest neighborhood in Palm Beach, Florida called Crown Heights. It is a very exclusive gated community that requires the applying families to bring in at least 2.5 million every quarter. As a result, one could easily surmise just how well off the families that live there really are. Those who do live there either come from old money or have been lucky to make new money. Chris’ family revolves around the former. His father, Lorenzo Francis Lambert, serves as Chief Finacial Officer for HartCorp. That easily brings in 8-figures on a good, fiscal year; and 6 on a decent one. As for his mother, Melissa Tina Monroe-Lambert, she is a banker for the state of Florida. Together, they ranked in over 20 million throughout the years. And together, they have two beautiful children. Chris is obviously the eldest, but they also have a daughter - and Chris’ younger sister - Estelle Melissa “Stella” Lambert. Only two kids. That’s all they felt they needed. Two perfect children.

Well, almost perfect. Truth be told, though Stella and Chris are amazing people and their parents love them to death, growing up, there was always a feeling - at least on Chris’ side - where he felt that he had to prove himself. He was the eldest but he was also the one that both Lorenzo and Melissa had all the expectations for. Stella slid by as she always had done. Plus, his parents learned from the mistakes they made with Chris. They pushed him to be the best when he met their associates. They pushed him into sports since Lorenzo was an all-star for basketball back in his day. They pushed him to get the best grades. Basically, everything one could think of that would be ideal for a child to excel at that would set them up for life, Chris was pushed into it.

After a while, though it tore him up inside to even think it, Chris felt like he was just another trophy rather than an actual son to his parents whom they could love. That and he has always struggled with his sexuality since finding out he may have a physical attraction towards the same sex. But regardless of everything, Chris knew he had to put on a brave front, so he did what they wanted him to do. He excelled at sports. He got the best grades. He dated the best girls in both middle and high school. He never got into trouble. And he made sure his parents had stories to tell about how wonderful their son Christopher Malik was. All the while, he was the best big brother to Stella he could be. Despite their 8-year age difference, he tried to be there for her. Sadly, however, he couldn’t stay in Florida for her when he got accepted into Cornell University on an academics scholarship.

With the dream of working on Wall Street one day, Chris went to New York. He took the appropriate business classes. He made good connections with the school and their alumni. Unlike his life in Palm Beach, Chris was allowed the freedom to be more to who he wished he could be. He let loose when it felt appropriate and didn’t worry about pleasing everyone. He knew who the big shots were and he knew that to make it in this world, he had to please them. To hell with everyone else.

After graduating at the top of his class and earning himself a degree in Accounting and Economics, it was off to the real world. And in the city where his dream job awaited for him, Chris began to make his way up, even if he had to start small. But seeing his dream through cost a lot of money. And Chris refused to take hand-me-downs from his parents. He wanted to be his own man. The help from his parents ended when he graduated high school. So, to make end’s meet, Chris got a job at an investment firm in Brooklyn. And with glowing recommendations from his contacts, he landed a job as a Junior Stock Broker where he would train under one of the most recognized stockbroker in Brooklyn, Wallace Anders Smith. And

• He has a BA in Accounting and Economics.
• Chris is an excellent chef. It’s one of his favorite past times. He excels at Italian and Chinese cuisine.
• He is an avid sports fan. He is a fan of the Miami Dolphins, New York Mets, and New York Knicks.
• Chris has a tendency to overtip, which leaves him broke not long after getting his bi-weekly paycheck.
• He ranks in about 46,000 yearly, which equates to about 880 per bi-weekly paycheck, which brings him to approx. 1,760 per month.
• Though he is technically bisexual, he does have a preference in men. So don’t tell the male roommates he’s trying to get live with.

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@Renny

Let it be known that, regardless of which RP Jaakuna is used in, he always has been and always will be a reckless, act first, think last kind of character.