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F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

L O S T M A N G R A F F I T I
2020

Kaede, Mochizuki - Full Version

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K A E D E , M O C H I Z U K I
"What's your story?"
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D E S C R I P T I O N :

^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{W E I G H T :}} 155lbs

Mochi is the guy you run into all the time at the coffee shop, mostly because he works there. Tall and lithe. Weighing in at a slight less than average one hundred and fifty pounds. Black hair, hazel eyes framed in blacked rimmed glasses, light skin that is ever so slightly kissed by the sun. He's usually one to keep things as business casual as he can, which he really can't, in an attempt to keep the appearances of a man more focused than he knows he really is. His clothes, even as well fitted as they are, tend to move on their own, as does his hair, and glasses, and his belongings whenever he puts them down. The only thing as stagnant as the lifestyle he's chasing is his life. Tenoroshi can do that to people.

Despite appearances leading to assumptions of a lack of drive, Mochi is quite diligent when it comes to his work and studies. He's managed to remain top of his class and keep a healthy social lifestyle. When his head isn't in a book, he's actively keeping in touch with friends, keeping up with the happenings in far off places and trying to find what adventure he may in this confined word of his. When not getting lost in the musing of a young adult, he's making coffee. Good with his hands, good with machines and good with people, his work ethic has seen to his promotion and after a year on the job, he now manages his own team of baristas.

When the facade of a man meant for better things becomes to great a weight to bear, or when at home, he sheds this skin to the young adult still a boy dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts smeared with print. Sometimes wrinkled.

Usually wrinkled.

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W O R L D B U I L D I N G ( N P C s )

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K A E D E , N A K A N O

^{_{T H E S I S T E R "Wake... UP!"}}

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Mochi's headstrong, smart beyond her years, little sister. Not surprisingly, she's better put together than her older brother. Having used him as her reference in life, a wall with which to catch most of the wrongs ahead of her and her guidance when it came time to choose a path to follow. Her love for her older brother is as genuine as is his adoration of her. At times, she's trying to care for him when he's too busy to care for himself.

T A S H I R O , F U K U D A

^{_{T H E B E S T F R I E N D "Time to go to work."}}

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The best friend since youth. While Mochi often feigned at discipline, Fukuda had no need for a ruse. He lived it thanks in no small part to his upbringing. The two of them helped each other find the middle ground in their ways of life. Mochi often reminded Fukuda to have a little fun while Fukuda kept Mochi from having too much. Fukuda works part time, attending classes with Mochi during the day and devoting what he could in the afternoon to his father's company

A S A M I , N O M U R A

^{_{T H E C O W O R K E R "Your face. It's crooked."}}

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The coworker. She arrived at the coffee shop only a few months ago but has already left a lasting impression on everyone here, employees and customers a like, not least of which has been Mochi. She's at times blunt. Slightly forward. Can be deadpan but always manages to somehow skirt the line of doing all of the above too much. In fact, she's managed to hold her position at the register since her start, meeting and greeting customers despite her odd mannerisms. Mochi can't tell if it's because she's perfected this balance of being strange yet acceptable, or if he just wants her around. cafe 'Nora' does music on the side.

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W O R L D B U I L D I N G ( P L A C E S )

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H I N A T A

^{_{T H E C A F É Coffees and cakes. And breakfast.}}

Nestled along the border of the Northern and Northwestern districts is Hinata, a furiously popular coffee shop thanks in no small part to exclusive recipes, good management and it's prime location. With hot drink and food prepared in time for breakfast every morning, those commuting from the suburbs of the West make a quick stop at the café before finding their work North. Early morning hours means even the early birds can catch their worm. The café is owned by Ike Otake. A woman who is as fierce as she is beautiful. She's begun to travel in search of profitable business ventures in other countries with an eye for expansion. There are currently six employees working for her, two of which are Mochi himself and Nora.

N I C H I B O T S U

^{_{T H E B A R Drinks and sushi and other small bites.}}

A favorite spot for both Mochizuki and Fukuda since they were both old enough to buy their own drinks, Nichibotsu is located in the center of the Northern District and is popular for plates that are highly regarded as the best in Tenoroshi, a charismatic bartender and live music.

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Come in.

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^{This OC conceived for: Lostman Graffiti}

F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

T H E R E D H O O D S : I N I T I A T E S
2018

Nickolas Album

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N I C K O L A S A L B U M
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^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{S P E C I E S :}} Human

^{_{P H Y S I C A L A B N O R M A L I T I E S :}}
Scarring reminiscent of a projectile entry point centered on the chest area. The single wound is a little less than an inch in diameter.

^{_{E X T R A :}}
Volunteered.
Nick is fairly good with a mandolin, likes his fruit, likes his drink, likes his women and knows his poisons. Is also new to the area and unless anyone is extremely well traveled, would not recognize his face.

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^{This OC conceived for: The Red Hoods: Initiates}

F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

T H E W H I T E L O T U S P R O P H E C Y
2018

Lunara "Luna" Edsell

T H E S P I R I T

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L U N A R A " L U N A " E D S E L L
"Show me something."
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25
_{S E X :}
Female
_{E L E M E N T :}
None

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Red, naturally curling hair that hangs to her mid back, framing a porcelain face of soft features and emerald eyes. She's quite beautiful, if she'll allow herself to admit it. Luna is trim. Lithe. Lively. Stands at an average 165cm. It isn't entirely noticeable under her thicker layers, but she's taken pains to care for her body.

Luna has always been one for comfort over anything else. On cold days, she's in a beanie, a hoodie, jeans and maybe boots. Colors don't always match but on a good day, they will. When the sun's embrace is strongest, she's content with a loose shirt, jeans again and slip-ons or sneakers.

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Luna doesn't speak of home. Not often. She's more content in living in the now, capturing each new moment she experiences when she can. However, the clues pointing to her history hang in her little apartment in the city.

Paintings, done in her hand, meticulously recreate... the city of Goaling. Crowded and dirty and suffocating. A desert ocean. Vast yet abandoned. A golden sea threatening to spill from the frame and fill the entire room. A forest. Deep and dark and lonely. Light filtering through the canopy above illuminating the a world of lush green. An image of three individuals. Faces unremarkable and in matching garb. Two of the figures clearly adult and one smaller looking child. A boy.

Born to a poor family, one with little ambition to claw their way out of the little corner of the world they'd comfortably stuffed themselves into, Luna began life with eyes untrained to the color of the wider world. This would ultimately become the fuel to drive the life of a soul that never wavered in one place too long. Her appetite for the world was a ravenous one and her family recognized it immediately. When not at home, which was often enough, she could be found exploring the city. Memorizing the shops lining every dusty street. The smells of the bakery on the other side of town. The feel of the sand on her skin at the edge of the dessert to the north. The taste of water in the air in the forest to the south. The way her heart beat in her chest when she was chased into an alleyway by the Wulang boys... and how good it felt to scratch the smiles off both of their faces. Then, she'd take these memories and bring them home, spin a tale for a father and mother who were too weary by days end to find their own adventure. They loved her however, and wanted nothing more than to feed the spirit that would one day take her far away from them.

Their first gift to her was the most important of her life: A set of wax crayons. Six colors.

After studying to become a journalist, Luna moved to the city with the love of her life, her camera. She landed a job that allowed her the freedom to travel, see the world and continue to tell stories about life through her lens. Being an intern at Shinobi News Network was exactly where she wanted to be... for the most part.

She keeps the best stories to herself and her blog.

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^{This OC conceived for: The White Lotus Prophecy RP}

F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

B L A C K
2018

Sylara "Sylar" Cascada

C A P T A I N ^{_{O F T H E}} A V A L O N

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S Y L A R A " S Y L A R " C A S C A D A
"Let's talk."

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^{_{A G E :}} 24
^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{W E I G H T :}} 155
^{_{H A I R C O L O R :}} Black
^{_{E Y E C O L O R :}} Brown

^{_{S K I L L 1:}} Pick-pocket ^{lvl 1
_{S K I L L 2:}} Precise Shot ^{lvl 1
_{A B I L I T Y :}} None
^{_{R E L I C :}} None

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From the onset, Sylar is as callous as his men are cruel. On deck his demeanor is that befitting of his rank as captain of his ship. He's the authority that's meant to keep his men in line. The eyes meant to see ten steps ahead. The ears meant to pick up everything and the mind meant to shift through the rumors and find the truth. Being a pirate is one thing. The life of such, though hard, only becomes easier as one hardens himself. To be the captain of a crew of pirates however, your skin must be unbreakable. So Sylar is. Tough, unflinching in his rule. Unflinching in his judgement. Never second guessing himself and always sticking to his word. He's honorable in that sense but also feared in the same way. If he says he's going to do something... he will or die trying.

At least that's the facade he puts on while walking the deck.

Behind closed doors, Sylar becomes a little more aloof. Like an adult that hasn't completely grown out of being a child, a tendency made harder to avoid considering his age and that of the one person closest to him. When around Sybil, Sylar is truly himself... which means he's rather stupid. Sometimes forgetful. A little too curious and a little too excited to challenge those around him. Sometimes the word he intends to stick too leads him into trouble and it's Sybil who pulls him back and reminds him that he's only human. She's his guide and he's her shield.

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Sylar began life at sea at a young age. Having been an orphaned child, he was picked up by a group of sailors looking for cheap labor with no ties or family to burden them. Sylar was the perfect choice, not only because he fit both those criteria but also because he actually wanted to work. A job meant life and a job on a boat meant a life of freedom. He acclimated himself to the jobs required of him rather quickly, picking up every manner of odd task from food service to look out to cleaning... everything. It was tough but he didn't care. He wanted to remain and so he constantly stove to prove that he belonged.

During one such voyage out at sea, Sylar discovered a stowaway. There in the lowest deck of the ship was a small redheaded girl with a peculiar bracelet around her wrist, a girl who'd managed to climb aboard during a visit to the mainland and remain unseen. It was no easy task to complete considering the size of the crew on board and yet, here she was, hunched over with a sack next to her and her eyes peering at him through the crimson of her hair. He didn't know it yet, but the burning feeling in his gut was the first spark of attraction.

What followed was a week of trying to keep her hidden. He would sneak food and water down to her. Keep her updated on where they were and how long it was before they made land fall. He'd promised to at the very least get her off the boat safely. Although these men were in the employ of the governed, they were still privateers and there was no telling what they'd do to Sybil if they found her. Of course, some of the more observant men of the crew noticed Sylar spending more time than usual below decks and eventually Sybil was discovered. Thanks to the girl's gift however, and unbeknownst to Sylar or anyone else, the crew was persuaded to take her in.

History would repeat itself five years later when their ship is over taken by pirates. The last two survivors after a rather bloody battle, the captain takes an interest in the both of them after having watched them prove themselves capable of surviving in fire. He adds them to the crew and fives years later is replaced by Sylar with Sybil as his first mate.

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^{This OC conceived for: B L A C K}

F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

M A G I A , A M O R E E T B E L L U M
2018

Damien Anne Louis

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D A M I E N A N N E L O U I S
"You haven't lost yourself. Not yet."
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^{_{G E N D E R :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 28
^{_{A L I G N M E N T :}} Guild
^{_{R A N K :}} Lieutenant

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The Tree of Life

The mark starts from his left hip and climbs the length of the side of his body, the branches and leaves splaying across both his abdomen and lower chest and across parts of his back.

^{_{M A G I C :}}
Classified

^{_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}}
Personable. Approachable. Friendly. Traits given the nature of his work outside the guild. Damien is charismatic but in such a way as to avoid arrogance. Confident as is needed given his rank within the guild and the leadership that is required of him. Nurturing due to all the above. These traits go hand in hand with a natural sense of focus and drive.

He's a Louis first and foremost. Heir to a family fortune and a legacy with which he has been trusted to uphold and continue. His work ethic reflects that. He's extremely business oriented. Is always looking toward the future and trying to solve today's problems from the inspiration he draws. Calculated and thoughtful with his decisions given that they tend to affect more than just himself.

^{_{H I S T O R Y :}}
Born and raised in New York, New York. Damien has been a lieutenant of the guild since he was 25, a member since he was 14 and has been practicing to be a mage since he was the age of 9. As a Louis, it was expected of him since birth to follow in the footsteps of his family and take on the responsibility of protecting the world from the exposure of magic on their way of life. To do anything less was out of the question. As such, much of his youth was spent with his head in books, learning of the history of the world of the Magi and its use and disuse. Understanding its application in the development of modern technology and where its been applied today. Discovering what's next for magic and how to usher its ever changing presence into a less than tolerable world. It was this focus on studies that opened up the door for him to run the family business.

Outside the guild, Damien runs MELD, taking over as head from his father when he turned 20. Operations are hidden within Louis tower, a massive skyscraper which stretches toward the sky near the center of New York city, piercing through the horizon from every angle.

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O T H E R :</sub></sup>
MELD

Science was always a point of contention when it came to its involvement in magic, even before the art was pushed into the shadows and while most tried to keep the two separate, the Louis family realized that science would be the bridge to connect their two worlds. Medicine became their focus and over the course of a few centuries, they came to own the largest biomedical research and development corporation in the world, MELD. Damien's interests lie specifically with the development of advanced prostheses and the application of it's benefits within and without the Magi community.

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^{This OC conceived for: Magia, Armore et Bellum}

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It's like my brain just stops when it realizes I need to write '3' and is like "..How?".

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