Recent Statuses

5 days ago
Current ah
19 days ago
oi why'd you do my birthday announcement before me
20 days ago
cloudflare issues >.>
7 mos ago
just did a good thing
8 mos ago
church is also open


helloa v i a i r ehello
the assumption that i know what i'm doing is a bold one
uk timezone

hello you can call me avi and i'm back after a big ol break

outside of rp i like to draw! those are my only two hobbies

lockdown has given me a lot of free time i don't want to spend productively so here i am

i click on people's profiles a lot don't mind me~~

have a good day!

Most Recent Posts

^ stone
I will reply friday, probably. Thanks for the interaction. :)

<Snipped quote>
For clarity, Touka looks distinctly Japanese outside of the blonde hair. Probably looks a lot like Tenge Fuyuki in the live action version.

Naoka was probably a bit far to see her face properly^^ Looking forward to the post!

Sorting out the mess on her floor had taken longer than she'd expected. It probably would've been quicker if she didn't just dump everything on the floor, honestly. But by the time she realised that, it was already too late.

Naoka stood up from where she'd been sitting next to her shelves and yawned. She'd been at it for a while. She wasn't too surprised, she always took forever to clean stuff. It was just a waste to get things all neat and organised only for them to become a mess again in a week. She picked up her bag and decided to head down, maybe she'd run into one of her friends and she could pick up that coffee she'd been longing for.

Making her way down the stairs, Naoka checked her phone. No texts. Everyone was probably too busy getting settled in to chat and her parents were already at work. They worked such long hours that even when she was at home, she hardly saw them. Staying at the dorms didn't change much.

Naoka entered the lobby. A some people had already congregated, a few she recognised, most she didn't. She'd already picked up her key, so she didn't really need to stick around and so continued walking to the great outdoors. The weather was good, with any luck it'd stay that way. There weren't a lot of people outside, but the one that stuck out the most was a blonde girl pulling around a suitcase. Was it natural? It was an international school, so she could just be foreign.

Cautiously approaching the girl, she definitely wasn't anyone Naoka recognised. A first-year, most likely. Well, if there was anything Naoka wanted to do, it was to make a good first impression on her underclassmen.

"Excuse me," she said, approaching cautiously. "I'm Toba Naoka, one of the third years here. Do you need any help?"

Those are adorable!! I love them.

Naoka woke up straight away. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, she always did that. All of those five-minutes lie-ins added up, after all. What was odd was why she had woken up. Most of the time it was her alarm going off. Instead, a quick glance at her phone told her there were still ten minutes left to go. So it was that weird dream that she'd woken up from, which was the other odd thing, because she usually slept so deeply that she hardly ever had them, let alone that vividly.

She got up and finished getting ready by the time her alarm went off for real. Dressed in the highly creative sweater with jeans, Naoka slumped back down on her bed as her phone buzzed loudly.

"Six-thirty," she muttered. She glanced over at her luggage. She'd made sure it was all ready a few days ago, with some ungodly combination of packing what she needed and throwing out almost everything else. Without all the mess, the room felt foreign. Then again, it did anyway. After two years, she was getting more used to her room at the dorm than the one at home.

"Six-thirty five." Had it already been five minutes? Though it wasn't like she had much to do. There was still some time before they left, but going back to sleep didn't feel right. Instead, she reached into her bag sitting on the floor and pulled out her sketchbook, flipping it open.

As she doodled absent mindedly, she thought back to the dream again. There were people that believed what you saw in your dreams could help you predict your future, right? Maybe she ought to look into it. There was... a lot of blue. That might mean something. The time passed as she continued to get lost in her thoughts. Somewhere along the way she'd started going over English vocab in her head.

"Naoka! Let's go!" her dad eventually called from downstairs, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Take your luggage down, we're gonna leave in a sec."

"Coming! Coming," she shouted back. "Coming! Coming," she shouted back. She hastily closed over the drawing of a woman who looked suspiciously like Safie, shoving her sketchbook back into her bag. Then, she carried her luggage down to where her dad was waiting in the car, sliding wordlessly into the backseat. He started the engine and began to drive towards the school.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Is mum... not coming?" They were leaving early, since her parents had to go to work not long after. Naoka didn't mind, since she was used to waking up early anyway. The sooner she got in, the sooner she could settle back into the comfortable school routine.

"She was up late yesterday, so she's sleeping in."

"I guess it can't be helped."

"Don't worry, she'll probably send you a text when she gets up. But you're finally third year, huh? You sure have grown. I still remember your first day of elementary school like it was yesterday."

"Oh, really?"

"I think we have some pictures somewhere, you know! I should send you them later."

"Uh, don't worry. You don't need to," she replied, staring blankly at her faint reflection in the window. She didn't feel very different from the year before. She'd gotten her hair cut much shorter over summer (it had been waist length before, but it was becoming a pain to manage), though that was about it.

"You never know when you'll need them. Make sure you study hard this year."

"Yeah. I will. College exams are coming up, so..."

"Mmm. Good luck, Naoka."

She didn't respond. The rest of the ride finished in complete silence.

🂠 🂠 🂠

She'd gotten in early, so the girls' dorms were pretty much empty. There wasn't much hassle, she'd said bye to her dad and gone in. There weren't any tears. They'd see each other again soon enough. Naoka yawned slightly as she trudged up the stairs. She'd forgotten to have coffee that morning. No wonder she felt so off. The dream probably didn't mean anything after all.

Her dorm room was pristine. Not for long though, after a week or two she was always left with half the floor space and ten times the mess. She began to unpack, which is to say, she dumped the contents of her luggage onto the floor. Except for her many posters, which were put up neatly on the walls in the exact same configuration as the last year. It was the optimal arrangement for admiring their contents.

With that done, Naoka's list of things to do was fully exhausted. In a sense. She'd made sure to study at least three hours a day for the entire holiday, so there wasn't a massive need to go over her notes again. Oh, she really ought to deal with all the stuff she'd left on the floor. Sighing, she sat down next to it and began to unpack properly. Her coffee could wait a little longer.

wtf did u think i was gonna send
Are our dorm rooms one person each? Or are they shared?

Naoka Toba || 鳥羽 直花


17 (third year)

Personality Traits
Naoka's personality is easy to tell. She's the mature, hard-working type that doesn't mind a little bit of nonsense. She has a reputation for being a reliable person that'll help out with anything. She gives off the impression of a capable person who has everything planned out.

And indeed, it is everything. Naoka operates on a strict, self-imposed schedule for the sake of her strange fixation with efficiency. She constantly multitasks, trying to get as much done at once as humanly possible. She gets along fine with a lot of people at school, but she's always so busy that she hardly has any time to spend with other people, and paired with her tendency to get skittish when a conversation drags on for too long, she doesn't have very many friends.

Naoka's parents are both doctors at the Kenkōichi Research Hospital, and it is only natural that she would follow in their footsteps. Everything in her life has revolved around that fact, so her attending the school closely linked to the hospital was no surprise. She has always worked hard, kept up with her studies in order to live up to their expectations.

Only, that's never been what she's wanted to do. Naoka's greatest passion in life has always been for art, ever since she was little and left to entertain herself as her parents worked long hours. Her determination to keep doing what she loves while still appeasing her parents has lead her to an utterly hectic schedule with a tentative balance between her studies, her passion and everything else.

Though she'd mangaged to keep it together, as she progressed through high school, it was becoming harder and harder to manage, and the time she spent with her friends and her other hobbies began to rapidly decline. Entering her third year, her future looms closer, and Naoka's parents refuse to change their stance, no matter how talented she may be.

She's no closer to making up her mind than she was two years ago.

While Naoka is well accustomed to the occasional heavy lifting, she's not the most suitable for physical combat. She's quite good at archery, but hasn't touched a bow since she left the club in her second year.

Other than her usual school supplies, Naoka also carries around a thick, fairly heavy sketchbook. It's a far cry from a weapon, but it'd bruise if she whacked one of her classmates with it. On top of that, her bag is always filled with a wide variety of snacks. You can ask for them, just don't tell anyone else.


Persona Abilities
Naoka's persona Arachne, is named after the prideful weaver whose talent eventually became her downfall as she strived to best even the gods. Arachne's abilities consist of inflicting debuffs on her foes in order to finish them off with her electric magic and with slash attacks from her many sharpened legs.
Nothing to do but wait and see, it seems.

but one more page refresh won't hurt
© 2007-2017
BBCode Cheatsheet