DJAtomika

Persona RP! [Based on Persona 5]

I haven't seen a Persona RP in a while, I'm interested. I already have a Persona character I've been dying to break out again, so I wish to have dibs on Emperor.

PZPRS : Hard Cover Edition

Firebrand

Name: Luis Sanchez
Callsign: Firebrand
Paranatural Degree: Abnormal
Threat Level: Concern

Age: 32 years
Appearance: Luis stands roughly 5' 9" with dark brown eyes and black hair, kept short and neat in a military-style cut. He is Hispanic, with moderately tanned skin and a scar across the bridge of his nose. He has an athletic build and carries himself with a slight chip on his shoulder, although he has the bearing of a military man.

On Mission Apparel
US Army regalia; bulletproof vest, mag pouches, the works, except he doesn't sport the US flag as a patch on his shoulder. Instead it is a stylised patch of a skull on fire that sits on his shoulder.

Off Mission
Gunmetal grey tank top with a design that says "Fire Hazard" on the back, blue jeans and sneakers, with a pair of leather gloves. He lets his dog tags hang openly around his neck.

Personality: Luis is a bit of a loose cannon but with a certain level of restraint borne in him through his time in the military. He will often question where his loyalties lie, the intentions of his higher-ups and their smarts. But the loyalty to his superiors instilled in him, combined with the inherent fear of repercussions, keeps him in line. With any potential teammates, however, he is a light-hearted and friendly individual who doesn't hesitate to get to know his team. He often likes to crack jokes and play small pranks that harm no one, but can be serious if he needs to be.

Background: Brought up as the son of a mechanic and a bus driver, Luis was quickly disillusioned by the relative poverty he grew up in, although he took great strides in making sure he didn't come home to squalor. He apprenticed under his father at his auto shop, learned how to hotwire cars and quickly fell to crime in stealing vehicles and selling them for parts. The police were quick to take notice, however, and he would spend several years in prison before returning to a broken family; his mother was left homebound after a car accident and his father had given up his job to take care of her. Vowing to take care of their monetary needs once again, Luis applied for the US Army.

Even with his criminal record, he was allowed into service, passed through basic without incident and was assigned to an infantry battalion that deployed into Afghanistan several times through the 2000s. It was during this time that Luis' prowess with the supernatural was discovered; during a patrol through a small village, his company came under fire from Al Qaeda insurgents. Pinned down, under heavy artillery bombardment and with no way out, Luis and his squad were cornered in a cul de sac, separated from the rest of the company. Like a cornered animal baring its fangs, Luis' power to control fire manifested in an aggressive firestorm that swept through the village streets. The subsequent cleanup was handled by Papers and Luis was removed from his unit and integrated into the PZPRS as a Hard Cover agent for more aggressive situations that required the use of force.

Speciality: Demolitions Expert/Fire Support
Gear:

• HK416 (suppressor, holographic sight w/ 3x flip-up magnifier, IR laser and stub foregrip)
• Glock 17 (suppressor)
• Bulletproof helmet w/ goggles (sometimes NVGs for night ops)
• Kevlar armour w/ ballistic plates
• Toolkit
• Radio
• Zippo lighter

Paranatural Effects: Pyrogenesis

Luis can create and manipulate fire in many forms without harming himself. In its most basic premise, Luis' powers manifest in him being able to conjure fire in his hands like a stereotypical mage. As an offensive move, he can hurl fireballs and shoot jets of concentrated fire from his palms, much like a mage can. The fire doesn't hurt him but it can potentially harm any allies in his line of fire.

Of course, the only thing limiting Luis' use of his powers is his imagination. And being of the younger sort with experience in certain fields, his grasp of how his powers works certainly demands the UAV supervision that he's saddled with. His creativity includes focusing thin jets of fire from his fingertips into something akin to a blowtorch or a tiny jet engine, along with being able to set things on fire from afar by merely looking at them and focusing hard on it. He can also create explosions by manifesting a concentrated sphere of fire to superheat the air within it, then releasing the air in a burst of force surrounded by flame. These explosions can range from tiny firecrackers in size to as big as an average person. Flight, however, continues to evade him. Luis can also sense and utilise other sources of fire in a ten-foot radius around him.

PZPRS : Hard Cover Edition

Sticking an update here: My sheet's about halfway done!

PZPRS : Hard Cover Edition

I've got an idea cooking up right now. Still WIP but I'm here!

PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

Eldritch horror? Sign me up.

Romance Dawn - A One Piece Discord RP

One Piece fan here, I'm interested.

An Unseasonable Chill

David and sighed, shaking his head as he listened to the radio conversation. He'd heard a lot worse, but at the same time the negativity wasn't suited for the task at hand. But he did agree with Elias, the man with the cards and slightly shifty eyes.

"Agreed. I'm also holding out hope that we're going to find this kid. Despite the snowstorm."

As the group began their walk, David continued to observe their surroundings, occasionally using his camera as a makeshift set of binoculars. The quiet was awkward. Tense. Even moreso with the sheer biting cold and the incessant falling snow. After a time, David spoke up again.

"Are there any other missing persons reports? Freak storms like this? There any trends we can go on, maybe? Find a pattern or something? Anything to help our search."

An Unseasonable Chill

"Truck sounds good. Beats walking through all this snow."

David chuckled, hands still stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He was lucky that he'd had thicker clothes before coming here. Knowing the weather could change at any moment, despite the circumstances, and being prepared was a life choice he'd made early on in his career. Still, he took the opportunity while the group was talking among themselves to snap a few more photos of the area, including of the group. The Japanese woman, another older woman. Two men. And himself. Commemorated through time in digital media.

He smiled to himself, then replaced the cap on his camera lens and let the little device rest on his chest. He rubbed his hands together and breathed on them, fat load of good that did with gloves on, and glanced at the other assembled folks.

"We should probably get a move on before it gets any colder."

An Unseasonable Chill

"No it certainly isn't the best way to meet new folks."

David rubbed his arms as he fully zipped up his thick, puffy jacket. It was too cold. Colder than the time he'd gone to northern Canada for a nature photoshoot. That was the one thing that he wasn't expecting of Hildon. At least, in the middle of this snowstorm anyhow. He brushed snow off of his camera and tried to pay attention to the sheriff's little speech, pushing the cold to the back of his mind. As the assembled citizens began to disperse towards their groups and leave for their assigned search areas, David pulled the cap off the lens of his camera and snapped a few pictures.

He let his camera fall to his chest and adjusted the thick beanie on his head as the group slowly dwindled down to six people, himself included. One of them, a local man, turned around and introduced himself as Jake. The others introduced themselves and when it came to his turn, he nodded to the rest of them and shook the man's hand, before withdrawing and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

God he was cold.

"Name's David. Nice to meet you all."

An Unseasonable Chill

David Sawyer

David Sawyer

| Photography | Loud Noises (PTSD trigger) | Apple Pie | Confined Spaces |

Physical Description: David stands 5'10" and weighs roughly 206 pounds. Not exactly a tall, strapping man, David is relatively average-sized; with an athletic build that has clearly seen the wrong end of age, a minor pot belly and muscles that have given way to flab in places. His normally dark brown hair is peppered with grey in places, especially around the sides of his head, and is kept short and neat as is appropriate for his job. Along with this, he maintains a neat, if light, beard, the hair also brown and grey with his age. His eyes are brown and his features are slightly wrinkled from age and experience, crows feet at the corners of his eyes and wrinkles over his forehead. His normally rather pale skin is almost permanently tan from all his time spent under the hot, blazing sun, taking photos of wild animals, marathons and sports events. He has tan lines in the form of his watch on his right wrist and on his shoulders from the short-sleeved shirts he would wear to such events. A scar exists on David's face, a small one that crosses the bridge of his nose.

His normal clothing style is simple and rugged; David likes to wear either a brown leather jacket or a short-sleeved, collared shirt, with a white tank top underneath. The man only has a few pairs of jeans, mostly blue, and as such all of them display rugged wear across the knees and rims of the legs that are all part of the years and years of use. David normally wears a pair of leather loafers to work or out to relax, and a pair of brown hiking shoes if he's going out for a long walk in the park or going out of town. David also has several items that are considered part of his 'signature' look; a gun-metal grey diving watch purchased as a thirtieth birthday gift, that always sits on his right wrist. A black DSLR that almost always hangs from his neck. A weathered brown leather biker jacket with a small icon of a film camera stitched onto the left breast.

Age: 48

Relationship with Hildon: Tourist and visitor.

Occupation: Professional photographer.

Useful Supplies:

• Cold weather clothing; David always has at least a thick jacket with him, woollen gloves and thick pants.
• Satchel bag; enough to fit his camera, laptop, journal and some writing implements.
• Canon DSLR Camera; his pride and joy and his main weapon in his quest to capture nature's beauty.
• Frost-proof, waterproof, pressure-resistant wristwatch; a gift on his thirtieth birthday.
• Survival Swiss Army Knife; comes with as many tools as he has loose change in his pocket.

Backstory:
David was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, going to school there, attending yearly festivals and growing up alongside a small, close group of friends that stuck with him all through grade school. High school split up their little clique but they almost always met after class was over for the day, drinking milkshakes and playing tag. He took an early interest in documenting the escapades of him and his friends, at first through the media of drawing, but when that failed him, his father suggested the next best thing: a camera. His dad, a photographer by hobby, had an old film camera in his closet that he let his son borrow when he was old enough. All through his teens, David took photos of his adventures, developing the pictures and even scribbling little blurbs about what he and his friends had done that day, like cycling up to the city limits and back, or watching a sunset in the park.

When he graduated, David took his scrapbook of photos and, for a time, sold his services as a freelance photographer. In his neighbourhood, business was brisk; weddings, special occasions, anniversaries and festivals were part and parcel of his life for roughly two years. It was then that a smaller magazine took notice and sent him a letter asking if he would like to be employed at their office as one of their photographers. He readily agreed and began work for the zine, helping the small company to cover every little event that went on in the city. In between reports and work, David took time out of his schedule to submit some of his better pictures to national competitions, calendars and photography magazines. Most of his work wasn't up to par, but he earned himself several honourable mentions and smaller spots in minor photography magazines.

A few years passed in a flash. By then, David had built himself a rep, both within his neighbourhood and around the city at large, as a budding young photographer with promising work, an eye for detail and a heart for telling stories. He had gone from being merely a photographer to a full-blown photojournalist, having a small column to himself about his 'Photo of the Week', where he showcased his best photograph he'd taken that week and wrote a few paragraphs about how and where he'd taken it, among other things. David was a familiar face around town, so it came as a surprise when he told his boss that he was going to leave for a few months. When prodded as to why, he told him that he had accepted a brief overseas contract; to help further his reputation and to provide him with an opportunity, a humanitarian magazine based in New York City had offered to send him with a UN aid convoy in Mogadishu, attaching him there over the course of three months to both help out and to take photos of them. It was an opportunity he couldn't pass up, and later that year, David left his quiet home in Boston.

It would turn out to be the lowest point of his life. In those three months, he would take photos of some of the worst human suffering he'd ever seen, in the worst conditions. Helpless to do anything except work and watch, David fell to drugs to help himself cope. It didn't help that they were in a rough part of the world, feeding his addiction until his contract was up and he returned to Boston a changed man. Those around him saw the change; a gaunt, almost phantasmal image of his former self. He submitted himself for rehab and went clean, but the process took months, if not years, to return David to a semblance of the way he was before. He'd left his job in the interim and found some solace in taking photographs of nature and wildlife, and so he committed himself to that art to keep himself on the straight and narrow.

And so David Sawyer went from investigative photojournalist to plain photographer. Resting on his old laurels and using his old talents, but not for anything else other than his own personal portfolio and a little blog he maintains, his ongoing journey to catalogue America's hidden gems took him to Hildon.