Inertia

CONTAINMENT

Put me down for tentative interest!

The Curse of Sonina

_{Location: Class -> Cafeteria
Time: Morning
Mentions: Felix Ivanov @Otterpop
Interactions: Felix Ivanov @Otterpop, Luke Mayfield @Always, Maxwell Thomas @shylarah, Open}

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A student in sore need of a haircut introduced himself out of the blue and joined them. He simply gave a curt nod to the long-haired fellow. Next he shot him a confused look at his comment about breakups and Jason wondered if he was talking about him and Felix. Seemed very touchy and physical, he wasn't entirely sure what to think about him.

"Jason." He replied in one, introductory word. Surely they'll get what he meant.

Jason cracked his soda open and began lazily unwrapping his sandwich. Before he could take a bite a familiar face joined him on the not-so-empty-anymore table. It was Maxell, one of the few people who go out of their way to associate with him- not that he mind. From the few interactions they had he seemed like a decent guy; if a bit nosey. In their last meeting he had to defend the doctor-in-training when he tried to optimistically intervene.

"This morning has been tiresome." Jason said in-between bites. He'd rather avoid another reprimand from Maxwell regarding fights. "Nothing like that. Just a very dumb misunderstanding that I don't care to fix."

Halfway through his sandwich he noticed a few students now eyed the peculiar mix of outcasts. It was definitely a weird lineup, he'd say only Maxwell was 'normal', if, again, too nosey for his own good. He'd only heard bits and pieces about Luke, mostly that he had a temper and was a party animal. Felix, well, he may be more of an outcast than Jason.

"Eh." Jason replied to Felix with a blank face, assessing that he was fine if he was that snarky. "Seems like you're not doing a good job; you look more rattled than 'crazy'."

"Maxwell what's your diagnosis on that student over there?" He said half-jokingly, pointing his can towards Felix."He's grinning at his own joke so he may be fine."

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Keith Solomon

Malum Island, Campsite

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Keith silently eyed his fellow companions and their reactions. Most seemed used to out-of-comfort zone situations such as the one they were in. Though a couple did seem like fish out of water. It was slightly worrying so he made a mental note to keep an eye on them- particularly the skittish Coda and Tony. He followed along the group of DWMA students looking for a particular camp and soon they would find it.

"It does." Keith agreed sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "I am so tired that the dirt floor seems appealing. Other than that it seems like the throbbing headache I got is slowly subsiding... I think. Hurts less." He followed this with a shrug, not wanting to worry his partner more than he already did.

"Sure, anything for my dearest weapon." He replied. Luckily his family had drilled him in survival techniques; setting up a tent is basically step one. It would take him ten minutes to set up the tent as he was familiar with the make and model. Once finished he forced himself not to slink into the comfy, shaded allure of the tent. Nap later, mom would kill me if I slept now. He threw his bag into the tent before leaving.

He stretched his limbs, a real effort to wake up his sleeping limbs. Then he sauntered over to his partner Arlette and rested his elbow on her shoulder. Examining the whiteboard the tasks were clear and made sense for their current situation. Likely the most pressing would be finding edible food and water that wouldn't turn the group into sheep. They had better collect and ration whatever food and water they had on hand.

"Not too shabby." Keith said. "What do you think we should do?"

"Oh right, before I forget. If any of you require assistance in setting up your tent I'll be happy to help." He said outloud, raising his voice higher than he usually does. Hopefully most of the happy campers heard me.

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: The Nest -> Inn
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi.



Rei bit his lip at Kenia's words. He knew of this world's visceral hatred of Aklenroth and his misdeeds but hearing a person's live account of how he sacrifices children made it all too real. This world and it's denizens they were all very real. They all lived a colourful and fruitful life, perhaps even more fruitful than others on his earth. Maybe through disassociation he treated the people of this world as not 'real', like some fever-dream but the account finally made it sink in and click. This was a very real world and that was terrifying to him.

"It's fine, I have alot of experience in dealing with familial drunks." Rei joked, though his tone betrayed him. He gripped his ring necklace, surprising himself at being even able to consciously mention 'family' in a sentence.

Choosing to intentionally ignore Malachi's tears and silently acknowledging his words they made their way into the inn. He would help both the elves and Corvina into their respective rooms and beds.

"If you guys need help I'll be here, just call out." Rei recounted to all three as he laid them down. "I'll stay up and keep watch for a bit. Rest up, we still don't know if the spiked drinks will wear off. Hopefully sooner rather than later."

With that said he got up, splashed water onto his face. Next he pulled up a chair and rested it by the door. He began softly humming a song to himself. It's going to be a long night, isn't it?

Meadow University

Connor Kennedy

Name

Connor Adam Kennedy

Nickames

Prefers Connor. Connie's fine though.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Year

Third

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Computer Sciences - A.I. and Software Development, Cyber Security

Sexuality

Heterosexual - Secretly bi-curious

Relationship Status

Open

Label

I.T. Geek

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dyed blonde | Wavy | One-sided swept curtain
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'11"
• Body Type: A lithe build befitting a frequent jogger.
• Clothing Style: Fashionably comfortable | Hoodies - closed or zipper, moto-racer leather jackets, dark skinny jeans, converse boots.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He can wear multiple earrings on his right ear, usually only uses one. He has deep gash on the back of his right shoulder.

Personality Traits

↑ Non-judgemental ↑ Agreeable ↑ Tenacious ↑ Sharp-witted ↓ Anxious ↓ Passive-aggressive ↓ Untrusting ↓ Sarcastic

After the incident during his youth, he realized that he didn't have much of a personality. As such he defaults to a cheery and smiley disposition, one that helps him get along with others. He gets on along with a majority of the cliques as he's pleasant, calm and funny. Due to his past, he's slow to judge and quick to emphatize; it's easy to talk to and confide in him. Some could say this was a mask... and he wouldn't disagree with them. Though some embers of his old 'personality' shine through his passive-aggression and sarcasm.

Underneath he's deathly afraid of others finding out about his past, opting to change topics when it comes up or give vague answers. If they push on he gets irritable and eventually storms off. Similarly he's a ball of anxiety, uncertain about his future and is worried about how others view him. It's difficult to get him to lower his walls, but if you do you're bound to have an eternally loyal and clingy friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Connor grew up with little to no expectations from his parents. What little time and affection his parents gave were all heaved upon his brother. Though he initially tried his best (whether it be scholastic achievements or ability as a successor) to win their affection, he was always second best. His brother, Gerard, simply put, was a genius amongst geniuses. He thrived with no effort, achieving top-grades within the country and was easily able to pick up the skills needed to succeed their parents. Connor was never given the time of day. Soon, his efforts moved from scholastic achievement to acting out. His parents' rebuke and scold were pretty much the only time they ever paid attention to him.

He hung around bad crowds, who let him do so because of his money. That and he was an easy scapegoat as his parents were frequent donors to his high-school, making it difficult to expel him. Throughout his highschool years, he has gotten into trouble for a myriad of things- cutting class, bullying, cheating, fights, smoking, sex, you name it. At the height of his rebellion his parents threatened to disown and cut him off. Relaying this to the group he ran with caused them to laugh in his face, ending with him being pushed off a flight of stairs and landing shoulder-first onto a rusty piece of rebar. Wanting no part in injuring someone from an influential family the group dispersed. Had it not been for a kind passer-by who took him into his home, he might not have made it. He begged the stranger not to take him into the ER and after enough badgering, agreed to. Luckily the stranger was a retired nurse and stitched his arm up, though Connor suffered through it with no painkillers.

The stranger was kind enough to not pry about his situation. After seeing that he was alright after a few hours, patted on his back with a smile and send him off. For this Connor was eternally grateful, to this day he still sends him presents and cheques in his mail. It was after this event that he had a revelation- his constant need for attention was the root cause of this, so he would try his best to grow past it and just... worry about himself. He decided he would change everything about himself. He dyed his normally black hair blonde, wore glasses and even changed up his fashion style. This change was during the tail-end of his highschool years. He was unrecognizable, he was acing his classes and was even 'sociable'. He tried his best to apologize but many flat out ignored him and a majority despised him even more, not that he could blame them.

His parents eased off after his 'transformation', even recommending a top university for his major- Meadow University. Though they were still untrusting of his recent changed opted him into the backdoor method of entrance, as a trust fund student. Despite being annoyed, he understood their decision. He would continue his rough journey of self-betterment during his university years.

Family

Morrison Kennedy - Father
Janette Kennedy - Mother
Gerard Kennedy - Brother

Misc.

Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

➞ Wears fake glasses.
➞ An easy way to cool him off is bubble tea.
➞ Occasionally fills in as a bartender. Extra pocket change is nice but the main reason is to listen and talk with patrons.
➞ After the first semester he became known as the local 'IT' guy to come to, to fix your computer problems.
➞ Frequents the Meadow View Shooting Range and has excellent aim.
➞ Has periodic, crushing headaches, as such he always paracetamol pill bottle on his person. Headaches seem to come more frequently during stressful situations.
➞ Gerard secretly adores Connor, nearing the point of a complex. During Connor's childhood he doted on his every move. A fact Connor doesn't remember.

➞ I guess it's '500 Days of Summer'.

Look before his change

Meadow University

Connor

Name

Connor Adam Kennedy

Nickames

Prefers Connor. Connie's fine though.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Year

Third

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Computer Sciences - A.I. and Software Development, Cyber Security

Sexuality

Heterosexual - Secretly bi-curious

Relationship Status

Open

Label

I.T. Geek

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dyed blonde | Wavy | One-sided swept curtain
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'11"
• Body Type: A lithe build befitting a frequent jogger.
• Clothing Style: Fashionably comfortable | Hoodies - closed or zipper, moto-racer leather jackets, dark skinny jeans, converse boots.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He can wear multiple earrings on his right ear, usually only uses one. He has deep gash on the back of his right shoulder.

Personality Traits

↑ Non-judgemental ↑ Agreeable ↑ Tenacious ↑ Sharp-witted ↓ Anxious ↓ Passive-aggressive ↓ Untrusting ↓ Sarcastic

After the incident during his youth, he realized that he didn't have much of a personality. As such he defaults to a cheery and smiley disposition, one that helps him get along with others. He gets on along with a majority of the cliques as he's pleasant, calm and funny. Due to his past, he's slow to judge and quick to emphatize; it's easy to talk to and confide in him. Some could say this was a mask... and he wouldn't disagree with them. Though some embers of his old 'personality' shine through his passive-aggression and sarcasm.

Underneath he's deathly afraid of others finding out about his past, opting to change topics when it comes up or give vague answers. If they push on he gets irritable and eventually storms off. Similarly he's a ball of anxiety, uncertain about his future and is worried about how others view him. It's difficult to get him to lower his walls, but if you do you're bound to have an eternally loyal and clingy friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Connor grew up with little to no expectations from his parents. What little time and affection his parents gave were all heaved upon his brother. Though he initially tried his best (whether it be scholastic achievements or ability as a successor) to win their affection, he was always second best. His brother, Gerard, simply put, was a genius amongst geniuses. He thrived with no effort, achieving top-grades within the country and was easily able to pick up the skills needed to succeed their parents. Connor was never given the time of day. Soon, his efforts moved from scholastic achievement to acting out. His parents' rebuke and scold were pretty much the only time they ever paid attention to him.

He hung around bad crowds, who let him do so because of his money. That and he was an easy scapegoat as his parents were frequent donors to his high-school, making it difficult to expel him. Throughout his highschool years, he has gotten into trouble for a myriad of things- cutting class, bullying, cheating, fights, smoking, sex, you name it. At the height of his rebellion his parents threatened to disown and cut him off. Relaying this to the group he ran with caused them to laugh in his face, ending with him being pushed off a flight of stairs and landing shoulder-first onto a rusty piece of rebar. Wanting no part in injuring someone from an influential family the group dispersed. Had it not been for a kind passer-by who took him into his home, he might not have made it. He begged the stranger not to take him into the ER and after enough badgering, agreed to. Luckily the stranger was a retired nurse and stitched his arm up, though Connor suffered through it with no painkillers.

The stranger was kind enough to not pry about his situation. After seeing that he was alright after a few hours, patted on his back with a smile and send him off. For this Connor was eternally grateful, to this day he still sends him presents and cheques in his mail. It was after this event that he had a revelation- his constant need for attention was the root cause of this, so he would try his best to grow past it and just... worry about himself. He decided he would change everything about himself. He dyed his normally black hair blonde, wore glasses and even changed up his fashion style. This change was during the tail-end of his highschool years. He was unrecognizable, he was acing his classes and was even 'sociable'. He tried his best to apologize but many flat out ignored him and a majority despised him even more, not that he could blame them.

His parents eased off after his 'transformation', even recommending a top university for his major- Meadow University. Though they were still untrusting of his recent changed opted him into the backdoor method of entrance, as a trust fund student. Despite being annoyed, he understood their decision. He would continue his rough journey of self-betterment during his university years.

Family

Morrison Kennedy - Father
Janette Kennedy - Mother
Gerard Kennedy - Brother

Misc.

Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

- Wears fake glasses.
- An easy way to cool him off is bubble tea.
- Occasionally fills in as a bartender. Extra pocket change is nice but the main reason is to listen and talk with patrons.
- After the first semester he became known as the local 'IT' guy to come to, to fix your computer problems.
- Frequents the Meadow View Shooting Range and has excellent aim.
- Has periodic, crushing headaches, as such he always paracetamol pill bottle on his person. Headaches seem to come more frequently during stressful situations.
- Gerard secretly adores Connor, nearing the point of a complex. During Connor's childhood he doted on his every move. A fact Connor doesn't remember.

- I guess it's '500 Days of Summer'.

Look before his change

Meadow University

Can I reserve a trust fund student?

Connor Adam Kennedy | Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: The Nest
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi.



"You two are delirious, drunk, and likely were spiked." Rei sighed, watching as the two fall over themselves trying to be rational adults. First it was Kenia almost falling onto the disgusting floors and next it was Malachi who seemed to be having a steamy make-out session with the door. "Let me and Corvina carry you both back." He continued, looking at Corvina who didn't look all too well herself. He frowned at their drunken attempts of courtship. Though they try to be discreet, many of the patrons still shot the group leery glances. They had way too much attention on them, which was already higher than Rei's preferred zero.

"Actually, I'll carry both elves." He said, not disagreeing with being called a child. Atleast from an elf's point of view. "Sorry Corvina you'll have to walk by yourself."

"Now, you two, support yourselves on my shoulders." The pungent smell of booze stung his nose. He wasn't paying attention to how much these two drank but it was evidently too much, it reminded him a bit of his past and parents. He shook his head pushed those thoughts aside. He glanced back at Corvina. "Comeon, Corvina, let's go before anyone else courts you."

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

The Ballroom

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^{August 31st, Sunset | Alice Allaire @Lionhearted}

"Wymark, Niavak Wymark." Niavak pronounced, giving her a smile. Though he disliked it, he knew his way around political scenarios. It was a necessity after all, as wholly dismissing politics is career suicide. Still, he tried to keep doing so at a minimum. This ballroom dinner was definitely one mired in politics.

Following around the would-be leader of the band was his initial plan. Gauging her competence and leadership abilities would give insight on whether the mission was doomed to fail or if she could pull off a miracle. Niavak's ears pricked at the familiar sound of an arrow cutting through the air. His hand unconsciously hovered above where his sword would've been holstered. The arrow pierced the king of Thelan, blood now seeping into his once immaculate garments. Crap. He thought, were the Alovians going to be blamed for this? A man he recognized, Commander Mathieu Bastian, revealed himself.

"A coup, huh?" He said, watching Mathieu's men fill into the room. They were garbed in ornate armour, seeming to glimmer against the dimly lit ballroom. "Thelannians, always the ostentatious bunch."

Being part of Alovia, Niavak didn't really care much for his grand speech. He found it slightly humorous that regicide was how they played their hand. It was an extremist action and now they face the danger of a civil war, those loyal to the crown and those not. Fighting a civil war and another kingdom simultaneously is strategical suicide. Though it was equally likely that they would pin the blame on an Alovian, which would be the smartest play. It would rally support from both sides. Still, it was foolish of them to not finish the job, there were nobles that observed the whole debacle.

"I believe you're right, Lady Alice." Niavak said, accepting the sword. The sword had great balance, heft and weight. It was an exceptional broadsword. The air of the ballroom changed from politics to that of war. He took a deep breath as he heard the ever-familiar sounds of steel clashing with steel. Brandishing the sword, he ran into the fray.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Keith Solomon

Keith Solomon

"Summer heat? God, please no."

Name / Nicknames:
Keith Drew Solomon

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Role:
Meister

Special Trait:
Super Soul Perception - Due to his nature, he's easily able to maintain a clear, calm and focused mind. It makes it nigh-impossible to sneak up on Solomon in combat and he's able to see through soul protect and even detect madness. He's even able to pick up and identify different wavelengths with relative ease.

Strength:
• Tactician: In most circumstances he can keep a cool, rational mind. As such he can form battle-plans in his head. Said plan changes constantly in the heat of battle.
• Stamina: He follows a strict training regiment given by his family. As such his stamina is nothing to scoff at, with his exhaustion point being reached much later compared to his peers.
• Tenacious: Through sheer will and effort, he's able to achieve things he sets his mind to. He doesn't like giving up as he feels responsible for his family's name.
• Drawing: As a hobby, his drawing skill is impressive.

Weaknesses:
• Slightly inflexible mindset: Though not impossible, once he sets his mind to something, he'll likely push through it. He has a particular dislike for indecisiveness.
• Reactive/Defensive Fighting Style: The nature of how he fights is that he waits for enemies to attack him. Though he does attack, it's more to prod their weaknesses or bait them into an attack. Enemies similar to him in style may give him a hard time, so he tries to cover it up with faking killing intent and making them attack.
• Inherent laziness: Solomon tries to rid himself of this trait but it's a long fight ahead to do so. In his mind he would rather laze about either drawing or sleeping. He has to wrestle with this trait but it's been getting better.

Partner:
Arlette Sylvestre - @CelesteEste

Soul Type and Appearance::
An amber soul with a bored look about it. It rarely moves, seeming content with just staying still and not doing anything.

Appearance
Keith stands at a decent height of 5'11", a touch taller than others his age- though his slack, lazed posture would lead you to believe otherwise. Despite himself, he is fairly fit and toned, likely due to genes and his family's strict training schedule. He has a rich, caramel complexion, contrasting with his droopy amber eyes that seem to pierce right through you.

Keith always sports an indolent look about him, his face usually relaxed into a slight, lazy frown. He argues that this is what his facial muscles morph into when he's not using it. His posture can be summarized as 'pretty bad', as he's usually slouched, laying back or laying down.

Keith usually just wears whatever he can get his hands on and is comfortable, this usually translates to a plain white tee, with his signature black and red jacket. Though his fashion can change up depending on the weather, wearing even less during the more hotter seasons.

During his first scholastic year, he was generally ignored/overlooked amongst his female peers. This changed, somewhat, due to a formal event that meisters had to attend, as such he was forced to clean up. A few friends helped him look sharp, forcing him into a suit, touching up his hair, and making him to stand upright. After said event a new club about him was formed by a handful of female students which of course he is absolutely oblivious to.

Personality
Keith isn't what you would call active, he (used to) lives just to laze around. His general attitude reflects this greatly, always just preferring the 'lazier' way out. He usually speaks in a clear and concise sentences to get his point across quicker. As an adage to this, his tongue can be quite sharp at times. Keith has gotten into trouble with his peers in more than a few occasions due to his rather honest, straight to the point, dialogue. With that said, it is difficult to really get a rise out of or anger Keith, as he usually lets most transgressions roll off his shoulders.

Due to this, the way Keith approaches a problem is unique, his motto being 'Solve it as quickly as possible'. He opts for the fastest approach to nailing down a problem so he can go back to 'lazing' around.

Now that Keith's pretty much become the 'pride' of his family, he is trying to rid himself of his 'lazier' ways, as he does not want to disappoint his family or besmirch their name- emphasis on trying. He really does want to make his family proud so he's trying to stay more active.

Other than that he's surprisingly diligent about his studies, getting A(s) in all subjects. Keith's family makes sure of this, making him deathly afraid of his mother's wrath (due to failing a subject) than not being able to laze around. He also does not mind helping others out (though feigning annoyance), as long as they are willing to help themselves out.

Backstory
Keith had his life planned out- Well, not really. Though what little, minuscule life plan he had went up in flames due to the discovery of his rather 'exceptional' wavelength compared to his siblings. His plan was simple; Get through college with whatever degree. Find a nice, comfy 9 - 5 desk job. Come home and laze about and not worry about his parents expectation.

To go back and explain, his family is or was one of the most prestigious families of meisters. Keith's great grandfather and his brother were famous meisters in their time. Many in his family were exceptional and a few even famous. Unluckily, his grand-parents AND parents didn't quite have what it took to become exceptional, noteworthy meisters. Despite this, their family still trained religiously, in hopes that one of their children would actually become a powerful meister. Keith's two brothers also didn't make the cut, being a tad below even average meisters.

To their complete and utter surprise. It was found that Keith had been the one they were hoping for. His parents simultaneously were pleased and dismayed that their third son, the one least suited, was the one to be bestowed with the 'talent'. Keith agreed with them heavily, he knew that both his brothers were better suited for this but that was the hand that fate dealt.

Despite this, his parents offered to not push him through DWMA. Though they tried to hide it, he couldn't bear seeing them disappointed and acquiesced to their wishes, much to their delight. Keith had entered the academy at the age of 11.