Burger

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

Originally, she was going to be a hard support to match with being a protective mother.

Then I realized that the best way to protect people is with incredible violence.

Maive

• Maive Kalde • Empress • Dec 25th •

• Appearance •
At a height that barely allows Maive to call herself 4'11", this eldest often gets mistaken as the youngest runt of her family. Despite her thin and demure appearance, she is far more muscular than her frame lets on. Lifting younger siblings that are already taller and as heavy as you does that to a person.

Surprisingly, her uniform is her best-fitting piece of attire. Such is the power of the kind of wealth that allows for an ocean-side boarding school. She wears it as properly as she can. When she doesn't have to wear her uniform, her attire consists entirely of hand-me-downs (or in her case, hand-me-ups) she brought from home that are too large for her frame.

• Reputation •
Some consider Maive to be a saint. Known as someone who is always willing to help, many students trust and confide in her as one of their limited supports at a boarding school. She's not the most intelligent person out there, but she puts the hours in to study. If someone comes to her for academic help, she'll do her best to teach them the concepts she knows. Her refusal of rewards and gifts is another strange thing about her.

Others consider Maive to be a blundering and naive people pleaser. These people often treat Maive as a tool to get something under the guise of requiring help. Of course, Maive isn't one to notice bad intentions. She still tries to help no matter her current state even if she's used as a gopher, her meals are picked away with "can I try that", or she's otherwise taken advantage of.

A point of contention is her family's financial status. While most choose to respect others regardless of wealth (outwardly, at least), her lack of money makes an easy target for those looking for something to attack.

• Background •
Effort begets success. Sometimes. Maive and her siblings were born on the opposite end of that phrase. While her family had once owned a successful engineering firm, it had since fallen to bankruptcy and legal proceedings. Her parents never quite told her the details of what happened, but her earliest memories were of a small rented apartment instead of a family home.

With parents both working all hours to support them, Maive quickly took on the role of caring for four siblings and three cousins. It wasn't exactly easy for her, but she loved them all to the point where any pain was worth it.

Music was the only solace that the young Maive had. In a way, it was the thing that connected. She sang lullabies and nursery rhymes to the youngest. She discussed and listened to songs on the radio with the eldest. She played band along with the middle children. Of course, they could never actually afford any instruments. The rattle of rocks in plastic cups, the striking of any flat surface with sticks, and air guitars at the park were enough for Maive and her siblings.

Of course, one such outing had been recorded and posted online The video went viral and she suddenly found herself in the middle of a morning news media circus. While she didn't enjoy the media attention and the requests to sing on national syndications, the compensation meant that she could buy gifts for her family. That outweighed any discomfort she had.

It wasn't exactly a story of a starlet found and elevated to the skies. Her life didn't change after her moment of fame. To a label, a pretty voice that sang covers were a dime a dozen. Maive didn't have a connection to break into the industry. But connections are a strange thing. While backstage, the only thing she could speak about with others was music. Her grasp of music theory was weak, but for someone who sang in a park to entertain her siblings? She could intuit an impressive amount. One of the people trapped in her nerve-wracked conversations was someone involved with Harbour Academy. From a single conversation stemming from a young girl trying her best to not throw up on the morning news, she received an offer for a scholarship to study abroad.

While she initially wished to remain with her family, the opportunities to network with people in the industry convinced her. If she could somehow use her voice to help her family, she would -- even if it meant that she was alone.

• Misc •
Maive is in the arts program.

She's fairly far-sighted and has been wearing the same pair of glasses that she had since she was twelve.

Her favourite food are plums. She's also a human trash compactor able to eat almost anything as she's the least picky out of her family.

While her voice is definitely something special, her ability for housework and crafts is also something that cannot be overlooked.

She can remember conversations really well, making it a surprise when brings up an off-hand remark from weeks before.

• Basilea •

• Persona •
Under the arcana of the empress, Basilea is the first queen of Atlantis. In addition, she is known as the Great Mother due to the care she gave her younger siblings. Tragedy had lead Basilea to vanish in a storm.

• Moveset •
Basilea, like a storm, wields the power of Wind to demolish groups of foes and Electric to smite those who threaten her wards. Despite her status as a caring and motherly figure, the only boons she can bestow is empowerment to the two elements under her domain. The best way to protect those around her is all-out offense, after all.

• Weapon •
Maive wields knives. Particularly of the kitchen variety.

PERSONA RP WITH A BOAT

slamming a little claim so i don't noodle on people's toes

i'm too tired to actually do so you gotta put up with sleep starved ramblings until i get a character sheet

empress, the most based tarot card

character's looking to be the team mom who was put through the wringer because she looked after all of her siblings (a lot). A big ol' good noodle.

persona 1 is kolga, literally cool wave (or cool one, poetic term for wave) and one of ran&aegir's daughters. the alternative would be the iceberg that hit the titanic, but that didn't have a name

persona 2 is ran, the norse goddess/embodiment of the ocean. unlike aegir's personification of the benefits of the ocean, ran liked to throw nets at sailors and pull them down into the depths. some people would call this an epic prank.

there is a large amount of character development that happen between these two.

ocean gods do, unfortunately, seem pretty passe already, i would have the rhinemaidens as number 1 and it ultimate-forming into something else from ring, but ring stuck to the normal, non-water related pantheon. frigg is close, but not exactly what i want to go for. maybe basilea into something. i don't actually think the two need to be linked beyond my desire to connect things, so it'll probably be basilea (atlantis baby; it counts) into ran.. i should probably sleep on it more.

PERSONA RP WITH A BOAT

maybe part 2: erode orbiter edition

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Lucian

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~6AM | KAMAKURA | GENJIYAMA PARK

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Even though he was dead wrong and was about to drag a living person to the afterlife, he wasn't really disheartened by it. Personally, he considered it a mistake anyone could make. Plus, it wasn't like he was going to knock his soul out with his pool cue. He was just going to drag him to be transported back to Decibitus. His hand passing through the man would have been enough to figure out his mistake.

Probably.

With Maya wrenching the hammer out of his hands to convert it back to smoke, Lucian was left without anything to do as his party conversed with the man. Looking for any way to keep his hands occupied once more, he automatically took off his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. Though, it felt strange as his other shoulder also felt something: Chase's hand as he was patted and pulled away.

"Aw, thank you." He replied to Chase with a smile. How nice of him to compliment his appearance.

Without thinking too hard about what Chase said, he turned to Edward. "Chase thinks I'm pretty. That's nice of him."

An important conversation happened between the rest of the members, but it unfortunately went over Lucian's head. Something about fashion accessories and more dead people. As was the case for Lucian, most conversations that weren't direct orders or within 3 simple sentences were lost on him. However, his sieve-like mind managed to capture something.

"Wait. Maya." A look of genuine concern washed over Lucian's face. "Do we have to grab all of the souls?"

He paused before continuing. "Having a bunch of souls stay is bad, right?"

It would have helped if Lucian had remembered that he had a direct line to Siggy and he could have just asked her instead.

Alas, Lucian was born with rocks in his head.

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@Obscene Symphony @dragonmancer @Hero

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Lucian

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~6AM | KAMAKURA | GENJIYAMA PARK

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With a clunk so refined it sounded like the forge of a blacksmith, Lucian recoiled as the hammer met the anvil he called a stomach. Immediately, he rolled as an indescribable noise escaped his lips. The strange mixture of bwuh, gehk, and puooo was all he could muster as the large mallet met his abs.

"Hey, that's not very nice." He said as he clutched Maya's hammer. Even though it was so rudely dropped on him, he still carried Maya's hammer. Maya's ability to keep it as a smokey gem was, however, something that Lucian didn't really think about. His ability to just not carry it was also something that he didn't quite think about.

With the bookish Edward formulating a plan, Lucian listened intently. The entire spiel went a little over his head. Lucian thought that a ward was like the trophy you won for being voted the most attractive man in England. It'd be pretty weird to trip over it. Nonetheless, Lucian replied the only way he knew how.

"Yes," he said as he gave Edward a thumbs up.

Unfortunately, Chase's directions were... not suited to Lucian. He could tell where east was in the morning and where west was in the evening, but he could never go beyond that. It was the morning so the sun was in the east. But since this was Japan, would the sun rise in the west? Was southwest clockwise or counter clockwise of the east? If it was the west, wouldn't it be the other way around?

Well, no sense thinking about it. He could just follow the rest of the gang instead.

And so they arrived to immediately be cast in whatever production was in progress. Wait, but Lucian was already decently famous. At least, to those who were in the know about fashion shows or looked at the covers of magazines. Well, he wasn't about to spoil a production date. Lucian had already began walking towards the girl with the blonde highlights. Something in his body just caused him to beeline to the nearest makeup artist/wardrobe dresser at any given moment. Thankfully, him immediately not being the centre of attention reminded him that his day job was no longer model and so he double backed towards the group.

"We do," Lucian said as he returned with a smile, "we're here to bring you to the afterlife."

It was apparent that Lucian was skipping a step in who they were looking for.

Maya's big ass mallet he was still carrying didn't help clear up any misunderstanding.

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@Obscene Symphony @dragonmancer @Hero

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Lucian

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~6AM | KAMAKURA | GENJIYAMA PARK

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Lucian had pleasant memories of Japan. The occasional fashion show or gig brought to the island nation. Though, if asked what he did there beyond whatever job he was there for, he couldn't quite answer. His free time had been taken up by being approached for photos. Not that he had any issues with being approached on the street. After all, he enjoyed the attention. Plus, his manager always told him to pose for the camera. Who was he to deny people a few photos?

In that way, being able to experience Japan again without the attention was a breath of fresh air.

But what really was he supposed to experience?

Lucian couldn't tell an oak from a fir, so it was all trees to him. The wooden architecture and stone shrines were similarly lost on him. While an erudite would consider the craftsmanship and time period, Lucian could never quite think that hard about objects. To the model, he could simply buy things like that at the local garden centre. As such, Lucian went to experience Japan in his own way: with his back against the earth and eyes looking at the clouds. That begged an important question. Why was Lucian's first idea to experience Japan to look at the sky?

Well, obviously because Japan's clouds were different than England's. Thinking otherwise would be absurd.

Wait. He wasn't here on a vacation. He was here for a job.

Then again, it wasn't like it was a mission to hunt down a wisp causing trouble. Sure, if a soul overstayed their welcome, they would become evil. The process wasn't immediate, though. Lucian had enough time to slow down, take a breather, and think about what the clouds resembled.

Like the large foreboding cloud above him. He could swear that it looked exactly like another reaper. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he would have said that it was an actual person looking down on him.

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With brain cells equivalent to his abs | Lucian Harland

_______________________________________________ Lucian Harland Male | 25 | Miracles _______________________________________________

"But why reap souls?" - Lucian, moments before the concept of a reaper was explained to him. Appearance At 6'2" and a body type that could only be described as carved of marble, Lucian's presence in a room is self-evident. With his toned muscles, his abs still look like they could grind meat. Even though his attire is less ostentatious in death than it was in life, some strange habits of his still appear. Unsurprisingly, any shirt that finds its way onto his body tends to be removed within the hour. He's not quite picky what he wears. In fact, Lucian is the sort of person who would wear anything. This stems from him never actually buying clothes before; all of his outfits have been gifts from other people. Weapon Lucian's weapon is a humble pool cue. The weapon possesses the ability to form a set of 16 floating balls that can be used as ranged projectiles. The balls are limited to a 40m radius, at which point they naturally reflect as though striking a wall. The balls can also be recalled to the cue, but doing so lacks the kinetic energy of a standard attack. When stored, it rests upon a small silver band on Lucian's right index finger. Magic Lucian specializes in miracles. Miracles are thought to be an esoteric school. Rather than incanting consistent formulas, those who cast miracles ask the world script for assistance and let fate decide the result. Scholars of miracles tend to treat it as though they treat quantum mechanics: observation changes the measured results. Thankfully, miracles tend to be either neutral or positive. Thus, the user and their allies aren't at the risk of a sudden meteor striking them. Iuvo Fuga - Lucian asks the script to get him out of whatever situation he may find himself in. This effect can range from something such as a heavenly rope grasping and flinging Lucian out of harm's way to a projection of a ringtone giving the illusion that there's a call he must take. Auxilio Medela - Lucian asks the script to heal a target's physical wounds. While this spell can heal physical wounds, it's just as likely that it mends clothes instead. Succurro Inquisitio - Lucian asks the script what he should do. In response, the script creates a prophetic event from wiggling a stop sign to turning on a light switch. Though, rather than a prophetic event, this spell seems to just do something at random that Lucian perceives to be a prophecy. Proficio Factum - Lucian asks the script for its support. As such, Lucian is affected by a random boon. From increasing his speed or strength to making his skin shimmer, it's uncertain what this spell will do for certain. "How did you die?" "I died?" Lucian stopped raking leaves to face the person who had asked the question. He took a moment to think. "I guess I did. You kind of forget about it sometimes." His arms crossed. "I think I drank too much. People around me kept on telling me to take some more shots. I wasn't going to say no. I lost count after three, so I don't really know how much I drank. I just woke up in a new place and tried to find my manager." He paused once more to look at the sky for an extended moment. "Took me a few days to figure out I was dead. I thought people were telling me I died as a prank. Manager used to put me in a lot of reality TV." Resting the rake against his pecs, Lucian rubbed the back of his neck. "So here I am, raking up some leaves. It gives me a real sense of purpose, you know? Like I'm doing something to help. Makes me a lot happier than when I would model." His words would have had more impact if he was doing something other than raking leaves. More importantly, if he was aware that the leaves he had raked were already blowing away. Alternative to that: if he was actually doing his job as a reaper instead of seeing a rake against a building and deciding that he was going to spend his afternoon organizing leaves. "But why reap souls?" - Lucian, moments after the concept of a reaper was explained to him.

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If you're okay with miracle being a sort of blackbox situation when we actually have to use the dice roll system (wherein whoever's in charge of the combat situation will somehow fenagle the effect) and having some sort of cooldown between casts of a spell so nobody loses their mind trying to get like 30 effects, Lucian looks good to go into the character tab!

@PapiTan

On the first bit, yes. My main idea was that if it was inconsequential (like doing a bit in more casual moments) I'd just do the gag. If the spell is actually important like in combat, it's all GM fiat since his spells can do practically anything.

On the second bit, you're implying that Lucian has the brain cells to cast more than one spell per post.

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guhuhuh

_______________________________________________ Lucian Harland Male | 25 | Miracles _______________________________________________

"But why reap souls?" - Lucian, moments before the concept of a reaper was explained to him. Appearance At 6'2" and a body type that could only be described as carved of marble, Lucian's presence in a room is self-evident. With his toned muscles, his abs still look like they could grind meat. Even though his attire is less ostentatious in death than it was in life, some strange habits of his still appear. Unsurprisingly, any shirt that finds its way onto his body tends to be removed within the hour. He's not quite picky what he wears. In fact, Lucian is the sort of person who would wear anything. This stems from him never actually buying clothes before; all of his outfits have been gifts from other people. Weapon Lucian's weapon is a humble pool cue. The weapon possesses the ability to form a set of 16 floating balls that can be used as ranged projectiles. The balls are limited to a 40m radius, at which point they naturally reflect as though striking a wall. The balls can also be recalled to the cue, but doing so lacks the kinetic energy of a standard attack. When stored, it rests upon a small silver band on Lucian's right index finger. Magic Lucian specializes in miracles. Miracles are thought to be an esoteric school. Rather than incanting consistent formulas, those who cast miracles ask the world script for assistance and let fate decide the result. Scholars of miracles tend to treat it as though they treat quantum mechanics: observation changes the measured results. Thankfully, miracles tend to be either neutral or positive. Thus, the user and their allies aren't at the risk of a sudden meteor striking them. Iuvo Fuga - Lucian asks the script to get him out of whatever situation he may find himself in. This effect can range from something such as a heavenly rope grasping and flinging Lucian out of harm's way to a projection of a ringtone giving the illusion that there's a call he must take. Auxilio Medela - Lucian asks the script to heal a target's physical wounds. While this spell can heal physical wounds, it's just as likely that it mends clothes instead. Succurro Inquisitio - Lucian asks the script what he should do. In response, the script creates a prophetic event from wiggling a stop sign to turning on a light switch. Though, rather than a prophetic event, this spell seems to just do something at random that Lucian perceives to be a prophecy. Proficio Factum - Lucian asks the script for its support. As such, Lucian is affected by a random boon. From increasing his speed or strength to making his skin shimmer, it's uncertain what this spell will do for certain. "How did you die?" "I died?" Lucian stopped raking leaves to face the person who had asked the question. He took a moment to think. "I guess I did. You kind of forget about it sometimes." His arms crossed. "I think I drank too much. People around me kept on telling me to take some more shots. I wasn't going to say no. I lost count after three, so I don't really know how much I drank. I just woke up in a new place and tried to find my manager." He paused once more to look at the sky for an extended moment. "Took me a few days to figure out I was dead. I thought people were telling me I died as a prank. Manager used to put me in a lot of reality TV." Resting the rake against his pecs, Lucian rubbed the back of his neck. "So here I am, raking up some leaves. It gives me a real sense of purpose, you know? Like I'm doing something to help. Makes me a lot happier than when I would model." His words would have had more impact if he was doing something other than raking leaves. More importantly, if he was aware that the leaves he had raked were already blowing away. Alternative to that: if he was actually doing his job as a reaper instead of seeing a rake against a building and deciding that he was going to spend his afternoon organizing leaves. "But why reap souls?" - Lucian, moments after the concept of a reaper was explained to him.

Of Steel and Hope

Reaching Doppler was different. While those of the outer colonies would be used to travelling for months in zero-gravity, it was the first flight for many trainees. Those of Axial were saved by the half-hour long travel, but days of sick were expected for even the most prepared prospect from Mars. To make matters worse, this was the first time anyone was travelling under such strict scrutiny. Armed soldiers verified identities and acted as guards. The soldiers aboard the transport ships were of little help for those who became ill. They could only offer an antiemetic, a bag, and a sympathetic pat on the back.

After arriving at the landing bay, trainees weren't given long to get their affairs in order. They were quickly filtered through multiple lines. Their identities were vouched once again by an armed secretary. Their histories briefly interrogated. Their personal items had been taken to be reviewed, catalogued, and returned at a later date. After all, this was still a military compound and security was a necessity. Once filtered, they were pushed towards showers to wash off what the pitiful facilities on ships couldn't clean. Thankfully, whoever had designed Dopper had given mind to privacy. The typical military locker rooms had been discarded in favour of cramped single person stations. Finally, students were to wear their newly acquired uniform to orientation. It was a formal event, after all.

Military orientation was definitely military orientation. Standing in file for an hour with the only noise being demands of silence. Finally, an older man came to stand on the stage. While he chose to wear a drab suit for the occasion, it was apparent from his badges that he was a tenured member of the military.

The old man covered most of the bases in his speech. How ranks were an incentive for performance, how each day was scheduled, what topics you would now study, and things like that. A fair bit of housekeeping. The most important thing he covered, however, was the format of lances. To mirror how pilots engaged in missions, trainees were to be placed in a small group known as a lance for the purpose of training, study, and practice. Of course, their accommodations were to be kept separate, but they would remain in these small groups for the entirety of their time at the academy. The only way to change groups was if enough members flunked out or became otherwise incapacitated.

Once his speech was over--frankly, the majority of time had been spent waiting for his speech--all trainees had been ushered into smaller rooms to introduce themselves to the group and once again wait for their instructors.