HereComesTheSnow

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Jonas Highwind

Location: In dorm.
Interacting with: Dallas Relo and a Two-Dimensional Girl

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Jonas Highwind, the six-foot-three titan of terror, duke of destruction, sultan of squats, and prodigal son of Ares found himself at a crossroads. Before him lay a choice that would shape his outlook on life for years to come, laying beneath many layers of obfuscation and vague words that, to him, were nonetheless presented as if plain. Even in spite of his relative inexperience with the material, he had acquired savvy by osmosis, due to surrounding himself and holding the majority of his discussions with those very, very familiar. In essence, he was a well-read rookie, lacking more in experience than knowledge.

Thusly, the choice before him was obvious, where it's solution was less so. One could argue that this actually put him at a disadvantage to his similarly green, yet uneducated peers; After all, they had the liberty to simply stumble along through into one choice and be none the wiser. Unlike him, who saw the questions for what they truly were, and found himself paralyzed by choice. Thankfully, though, this was no "answer trivia for a chance at a million dollars" type of quiz show. He had no need to worry about exhausting a lifeline too soon.

Thusly, he made a call. The voice at the end, though slightly weary and ragged from exertion, was still buttery-smooth as his own and bright as his heritage would suggest, even as it aped at a testy, annoyed answering.

"I've been lifting alone for an hour and a half, Jonas. The fuck did you get off to?"

He smirked. You'd never expect Dallas to hold experience in this field, but one Zaheen Ibrahim had seen fit to change that early last year.

"Was planning on heading out later, Tara asked me to grab some groceries this morning." he half-lied. She didn't ask, so much as gruffly tell him what they were out of. "Hey, I got a question for ya, buddy."

"Shoot."

"Aight, so help me out. First time on Katawa."

"Oh lord and you didn't tell me you star--" began the voice on the other end, displeasure evident.

"So I gotta ask: Lily or Hanako route first?"

A long silence followed.

Was Dallas giving it that much thought? It was a tough choice...

"C'mon man, Tea and Crumpets or a BLT?" he asked, swinging his legs 'round as he spun in his chair.

A sputtering noise from the other end. Well, at least he was listening.

"Seriously though, I can't see a clear winner between the two. Which do you think would kindle something in this lonely heart of mine?" he asked, expression leaving cheek and approaching mania.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" demanded the Son of the Sun indignantly.

To that, Jonas simply shrugged. "You know me man. My grasp of social cues and facility for decision making's always been--"

"Jonas, no."

Ear-to-ear.

"Crippled."

BOOP BOOP BOOP

He cackled, seeing the fruits of his efforts upon the phone's screen.

>Call Ended 00:43

Bless.

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They will collide with us at the first exchange, and that will be it

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Name: Jason Alexander

Age: 22

Birthday: February 16th

Magic: Illusory Magic, with a focus upon Stealth. Fairly small-scale, a change in uniform here, a muffled sound there, a suggestion to the senses that nothing is out of the ordinary about things, and that they should just ignore them, or Lux. Uses learnt and codified by those who fly under the radar, and end up making an art of it.

Magic Level: C

History: We all know the story. It's a timeless classic. Out of a generation of young children within some small, backwater village, there is the one kid who simply doesn't mesh. For whatever reason, he doesn't fit in. Childish cruelty? Distasteful nature? Unfortunate victim of social workings? It's tough to say, but likely is a combination of all three. With a pair of constantly-working parents and a precociously canny little sister to his name, Jason otherwise grew up alone. The pariah. The weird kid who you'd rather just be friends with, and tell that coldly to. A veteran of mostly solitary existence, he gained a negative, but surprisingly self-aware worldview. Knowing all the ways he had been hurt by others and how he'd caused him gave him a strange, highly cynical sort of savvy, and he'd learned how to effectively keep himself at arm's length. The type of guy who would be picked last after the fat kid in team games, if he was picked at all. The type of guy who would suffer in silence as you talked about him behind his back, much less quietly than you thought you were. The guy who learned to tune it out and, eventually, tune others out. The guy who learned to affirm and even take a strange sort of pride in his solitary existence, in that he did things his own, unburdened way, solely at his own behest.

Things changed, however, when he decided to go on a journey at the same point as one Lux Harken, hero-in-the-making. They couldn't be less alike if they had tried. Lux was an optimist, Jason a pessimist. Lux was easily liked, heroic, and charismatic, Jason was off-putting and prone to social suicide, and easily played the "villain". Lux's hair was white, Jason's was black. Lux smiled, Jason scowled. You get the picture. It must have been through some miracle that, after Jason's reluctant agreement to Lux's proposal and open hand, they didn't tear eachother's throats out. Lux sooned learned why, no, he didn't have friends, but bless his heart, soldiered on through it time and again over the years to form a sense of... mutual comprehension. They didn't entirely understand one another, and doubtlessly never will, but they have learned that despite their multitude of differences, disagreements, and general oppositeness to eachother, that the other is a man who can be relied on in spite of them. Something which is invaluable as adventurers. Is it complicated? More than you could ever imagine.

But it works.

Personality: Dark, gloomy, and mistrustful, he is a natural loner. Prone to cutting remarks in inner monologue and outer dialogue, he has learned to try and be observant, but sees things through a rather cynical lens (which he would tell you is "realistic"). Decent guy beneath that, though, and is far from lacking in self-awareness.

Guild and guild mark location: None

Team Members: Lux Harken (Somehow.)

Three Strengths:
1. Passably skilled swordsman. All those years stuck in chuuni-land were good for something after all, it seems, and have left him able to use a katana better than the average idiot who picked one up.
2. Pragmatically-oriented. Or at least likes to think he is.
3. Considers actions carefully. Gloomy and negative attitude aside, it actually takes a lot to get him mad.

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. Pragmatism is to a fault--willing to be absolutely selfless if it gets things done. (RIP Social Standing)
2. Not strong. Acceptably athletic, especially given his demeanor, but by no means exemplary in combat.
3. Pessimistic nature. Has a rather cynical and at times worryingly jaded view of the world around him, and always tries to search for a hidden meaning or motive behind the actions of others. In line with these tendencies, he is anything but a people person, only his own self-awareness saving him from being an outright indefensible edgemeister.

Greatest Love: Genuineness and Little Sister (P R O T E C T)

Motivation: To understand things a little better. People, the world, you get the picture.

Appearance:

Additional Details: Theme Song:

A Certain Unique Academy

Shinjiro Karasawa

The Japanese-American expatriate rounded the bend, baring teeth and quite literally venting steam from each pore as he sharply whipped his neck across its permissible range of motion, searching the area for any sign of the kidnappers.

"Dammit, this ain't good..." came the growl of mounting frustration, spake with shocking fluency and clarity given his clenched and now gritting teeth. Just how in the hell had they run off so quick?

A light breeze rolled through, and the unmistakably out-of-place movement of a splotch of color near the ground caught his eye.

...That was that french chick's ribbon!

Following the motion, he quickly discovered many just like it. Even with emotions at their height and blood running hot as his was, putting two and two together was a task a baby could figure out, let alone someone damn near a grown-ass man.

There's my fuckin' trail.

"Better be runnin' FASTER, BOZOS!" he roared, taking off with redoubled vigor.

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you should see my dorm

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The cones aren't working, but we have rods to go with them.

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muny

noombers

mewvment

dese are de tings dat motivate me