Jester Acharis

Takes Three to Tango | REDUX | J/A/C

Awesome!

Also, I forgot the name I had planned for the Arcanine guy. Hrm. I'll see if I wrote it down anywhere, but probably not...

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

It's awesome, yeah! BD Couldn't visit all the countries I wanted to due to money reasons but hey, that's why there's a next time to everything.

But yeah, post's in the works, no worries.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Moon [OOC]

I might be posting again fairly soon, after I finish cooking up a few other posts.

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

Aye, aye! Pardon if it doesn't make sense or seems a little out-there; she's an old comedic-relief character from ab rp with a rather whacky premise (and everyone having to have criminal-ish pasts). I can tone it down if needed, no problem.

I added a few explanations to her Stats and Talents in the Personality section and stuff. Felt they were needed, considering she isn't a good fighter in general, but has high stats there.

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Name: Zahira Seifert

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: (I'll draw a picture of her later) Zahira stands at a rather average height of 5'3'', give or take a few inches due to the heels she usually wears. She's slim but slightly curvy, definitely filling the role of what people conventionally consider "pretty" - and she somewhat flaunts that fact, although she doesn't mean for it to come off as smug as it sometimes does. She has semi-long, jet black hair that can be basically found in a different hairdo every day. Her eyes are a somewhat messy green color. She likes to wear pink things, often preferring to go with a pink tanktop, a denim mini-skirt, thigh-high boots and a simple bow tied somewhere in her hair. She also rather likes detachable sleeves.

Personality: Cheerful and bubbly most of the time, Zahira seems to be constantly off in her daydreams. She has a weird way of thinking that only she can most likely understand, and this makes her come off as strange and even stupid to most people she meets. And while yes, she is decidedly pretty naive and not the sharpest tool in any given shed, she isn't a complete idiot either - she's just... positive. A bit of an airhead and a definite klutz, she's bound to be noticed wherever she goes, but probably for the wrong reasons. She also has a bad habit of thinking aloud - a fact that's led her to embarrassment more times than one, especially since she's quite the man-chaser. Not in her actions, no, she's definitely too shy for that, but definitely in her mind; she has the tendency to fantasize about princes and knights, often developing crushes on a second's notice towards most attractive males she meets, and immediately assuming they share her sentiments (psst, they never do). She likes to write a diary, and writes down scored for herself everyday; she believes that whenever she does something right, she cares one point of karma and, if she just keeps doing it a lot, one time she will be rewarded with a love of her life.

One important thing that needs to be mentioned is that Zahira is superficial and just a bit judgmental when it comes to others' appearances. As mentioned, she likes good-looking people (especially men), and due to the teachings she went through as a kid, she firmly believes that attractive people are good people, and "ugly" people are mean people out to get you. Due to this, she tends to get nervous and try to avoid the unpopular and bullied people to an extent, afraid that they will hurt her or something. She fears the same when it comes to "nerds", thinking that they're all scary perverts out to get her - because that's what her parents taught her. Still, even she has started to slowly realize that her way of thinking might be wrong... she just needs proof. She also will try and cheer up people if she sees them being sad to the best of her ability. Whether her strange ways help or make things worse, though, is basically up in the air.

Zahira isn't the bravest person out there. She can talk the talk (if a bit awkwardly), but she definitely can't walk the walk. She is especially scared of anything medical or doctor related, due to the incident with her father in the past. She also suffers from a small kleptomaniac streak due to having gotten so used to doing that when a kid (when she didn't even know it was wrong) that it developed into a habit. She does this without noticing and with surprising skill, but tries to stop herself whenever she can. Also, speaking of doing things subconsciously, Zahira is very agile and acrobatic when running after a crush she needs to take a picture of (has happened to her) or saving cats from certain deaths and such, but in every day life when she actually tries to be agile, she's one of the biggest klutzes around. She seems to only be able to do such feats when she doesn't notice it, and will get scared if she snaps out of her habits in mid-action and finds herself up on a roof or a tree. Also, while she doesn't have much fighting skill in normal situations (if you don't count flailing one's arms around), she can do surprisingly well when in panic-mode. That is to say, scare her enough and she becomes fairly good at throwing stuff at people, destroying ears with very, very high-pitched screams as well as delivering scarily accurate crotch-kicks when threatened (this has happened a few times as well). This is basically the reason to her fairly high Str stat.

History: Zahira was born to a relatively normal household in a small Spanish speaking community, located in the southern parts of the Switzerland. Her parents earned well and were never particularly neglecting or abusive towards her - however, her childhood was greatly affected by a certain obsession of her father's, one he neither could nor wanted to rid himself off of; obsession over female beauty. He had his own story and reasons, but that did not change the fact that it was an obsession the whole family suffered from. The father was a plastic surgeon, and the family's mother had been under his knife many a time before, albeit willingly, to satisfy her husband, and from a very young age young Zahira was taught that appearances meant most everything, and that one's worth was heavily influenced by their face and choice of clothing. Everything beautiful was good, and everything ugly wrong, so heaven forbid if she made friends with someone who wasn't outwardly acceptable to her parents, or came home muddy after playing outside. This left her often either alone or in the company of her cousins, who were not the best influence to the very naive Zahira. Spoiled and pampered by their parents and never denied anything, they were troublemakers at heart, and their plays and games often teetered on illegal territory; they shoplifted, bullied, and set foot on forbidden properties just to see if they could get away with. And, Zahira, not knowing better, often followed after them. She was particularly good at climbing and the like due to her gymnastics classes and flexibility, and as her cousins noticed this, they started to drag her with them even more to help them in their pranks and small-time thievery.

However, that was not her biggest problem growing up. See, Zahira was always a pretty kid, but she was still normal. She didn't particularly stand out among other girls her age as the pretties of them all, nor did she always win the beauty contests she was forced to take part in, despite usually doing well in them. And, as she grew and got closer and closer to reaching teenage, her father started to slowly grow impatient. Why wasn't her daughter turning heads of everyone around her? Where were her curves, her feminine charm? Why was she not like her mother? He contemplated those questions, and eventually found the only solution to his problems to be the thing he was the best at; plastic surgery. His obsession had gone too far. Fortunately, Zahira's mother found out about the father's intentions before they came into fruition, and that launched the whole family into a rather big pot of drama and arguing. In the end, Zahira was sent to live with her grandparents; a silly old couple, but both were good people and spoiled her quite the bit, thinking of her as their little princess.

Still, as soon as she was able, Zahira moved out of town to live on her own, out of a spur-of-the-moment "I need to be independent!" decision. Needless to say, her first years on her own were rather... problematic, considering she wasn't the most independent or clever person out there. And that... led her back to her now-also-adult cousins, until she got arrested for it. She didn't get jail, but she did get a mighty fee to pay - and, being stubborn and afraid of what people would say should they found out, she endeavored to pay it off on her own. Her parents already paid her university - she couldn't trouble them. So, she went through a thousand different part-time jobs, not lasting more than a day in most of them, until she recently landed herself one. As of few days ago, she's working as a delivery guy (or a girl, rather) for a pizza company, and everything seems to go well.

For now.

-------- Stats and Stuff --------------

LV: 1

Current EXP: 0

Epic Points: 3
STR: 4
VIT: 10
DEX: 5(+1)
INT: 2(+1)
WIS: 1
LUK: 3

HP: (Ill calculate these two)
MP:

Talents
Acrobatics (DEX): 4
Appraisal (INT): 0
Climbing (STR): 4
Crafting (INT): 0
First Aid (INT): 0
Fisticuffs (DEX): 1
Focus (WIS): 0
Knowledge (INT): 0
Manipulate Device (DEX): 0
Melee Weaponry (DEX): 2
Negotiation (INT): 2
Observation (INT): 0
Projectile Weaponry (DEX): 2
Sleight of Hand (DEX): 0
Stealth (DEX): 1
Thrown Weapons (DEX): 4

Skills
The Gamer (MAX LV): You possess the Mind of a Gamer. +1 INT, +1 DEX. Immune to all Psychological Affects. Able to analyze things in the same way a gamer could.
Game Character's Body (MAX LV): You possess a body that lets you live like a Game Character in the real world.

Inventory
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Takes Three to Tango | REDUX | J/A/C

Post is up, whoo 8D

Takes Three to Tango | REDUX | J/A/C

Getting to the Department Store had turned out to be more difficult than Emil'd anticipated as he'd exited the Gym some minutes earlier. Not only were the streets still just as bustling as they had been in the morning, the weather had taken a turn for the hotter by now as well. It was almost midday, and it being June, that meant quite the high temperatures. And while it was nothing compared to some of the more Southern cities and regions, it was still nothing to sneer at. The asphalt seemed to almost radiate heat, and the thousands upon thousands of people pushing past you no matter where you went certainly didn't make breathing any easier. Simply put, the city was suffocating.

And to make matters worse, Nerissa had completely ruined Emil's plans of maintaining a steady but moderate pace to avoid bumping into people and exerting himself too much. The girl had passed him by somewhere a little past the railway, and, with a way too forceful a slap on the back, announced that the last to reach the Department Store would be responsible for providing the other with money for Poké Balls - something Emil knew right off the bat he couldn't afford. As such, the second he'd recovered from her sudden assault, he'd dashed off after her in an attempt to keep himself from losing. Unfortunately enough, the girl seemed to possess some genes of a Ninjask, because she had long since disappeared form sight and was presumably already waiting at their destination.

Curses...

Emil was still running even now, back soaked underneath his fine coat. He never was one to excel in physical activity of any sort. Still, he hoped that he'd at least beat Stella. He absolutely did not want to be the one paying for two women's shopping trip. If he'd learnt anything from living with a household full of women, it was that they never missed the chance to spent money - especially if said money wasn't theirs. Besides, Stella looked like she had enough income to afford whatever he and Nerissa wanted. The opposite was not true. So, basically, this way it would be the most fair, yes?

It was in the middle of those thoughts that Emil ran around a corner - and smashed his shoulder against someone before he could catch himself and stop his forward dash. He winched, stumbling from the impact and snapping his frustrated glare at the stranger in an instant - only to shrink back when he saw the man he was looking at. Standing at a good six foot and then some, the man had relatively wide shoulders, and his face was adorned with piercings. His hair was spiky, short and red as fire, and his icy eyes drilled into the smaller teen's forehead. Behind him, adorning a similar glare as its master was a rather rugged Arcanine, its fur spotty and one ear looking like something'd taken a bite out of it at some point.

Emil caught himself staring, and quickly drew in a breath, straightening his back and brushing his shoulder with one hand.

"I beg your pardon," he began as dauntlessly as he could, brows furrowed. "You would do well to watch where you-"

"You're lucky I'm in a hurry, fucker," the man shot without a pause, the chains around his wrists clinging as he pulled his overcoat to cover him better again, as if in an attempt to hide something. "Otherwise, I would've pounded your face into mincemeat for Terror to munch on and then shit out on your parents' porch."

At the mention of "Terror", the man slightly nodded his head backwards towards his Arcanine, the various chain necklaces making a clinging sound at the motion. Emil was at a loss for words. The answer hadn't been quite what he'd expected.

"Wh-"

"Next time, you're dead. That's all I'm saying. Now fuck off."

And with that, gone was the man and his huge canine, disappearing into the crowds as if never there in the first place. Emil stared after the guy for a while, emotions ranging from terrified to angry, to flabbergasted at the nerve and the language. Where in the world was that person raised? The teen scoffed, crossing his arms for a few seconds, before he suddenly realized he was in a hurry. The contest was still on! He swore, if that... freak cost him the loss, he would let him hear it. Probably. Possibly with Nerissa and Stella standing behind him as support...

Shaking his head Emil kicked himself back into a run. Much to his relief, it seemed as if the pushy salesmen that had tried to get trainers to visit the Department Store had vanished for now, possibly thanks to the guards that now stood around the shopping structure's entrance, making sure the crowds didn't go too crazy and keeping count on the people that entered and exited. Had been about time they got some order into the building! This way, shopping would be done much faster, thank god. He wasn't particularly fond off the act, mostly because he never had enough money to get the things he wanted. He had an expensive taste.

Emil sighed in relief when he got close enough to the building to notice only Nerissa standing there, seemingly exhausted (though probably not even half as much as he did). So that... had to mean that Stella was yet to arrive, yes? Then, he was on time? Praise the heavens if so!

"You... what in the world were you... thinking?" Emil panted as he slowed down and stopped next to the girl, leaning on his knees and gasping for air. He could feel his face was red. Well, at least he wore a lot of cologne and probably didn't smell of sweat, despite being soaked - that would have been the worst. "Running around like a madman in scorching heat like this - do you have a death wish!?"

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Moon [OOC]

Quick post's quick and up, yay.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Moon [OOC]

Hitomi would have never thought she'd gaze up at a school building on a Sunday, yet here she was, timidly peeking up at the large structure from behind her fake glasses. She'd moved into the city just yesterday, and according to her parents and the paperwork she'd have to do, this was to be her new school starting tomorrow. Not only that, but for the first time in her life, she would actually need to live in a dorm. She wasn't really sure what her parents' logic had been regarding that decision, but she figured it had had something to do with her having to go out more and get to know people. And if that was the case, her parents had made a huge mistake; a dorm would hardly help in that any; she'd just lock herself in her dorm room instead of her bedroom back home. That'd be it.

She glanced nervously at her PSP's screen, catching a reflection of her slightly distressed face when the screen turned back to load a new scene. Could she really do this? Moving cities was stressful enough, but having to live away from her parents, all alone in a place where she knew no one... It all sounded just a bit too overwhelming for her. Her parents were crazy - crazy, and completely off the mark when it came to making her more sociable. All they were doing now were making her cry inwardly in frustration, just like she'd done yesterday when she'd have to say goodbye to all the people she knew. Seriously! What was the big idea of making her abandon the few friends she had in order to... to make new ones? She didn't want new ones. She didn't need new ones.

Shaking her head and focusing back on her game, Hitomi let out a small, shaky sigh. It... would be okay, probably. All she'd need to do was not get in anyone's way. Just... keep up appearances and smile come what may. That, and hide if she saw someone approach that spelled trouble. Oh, and get Fairy Maiden 3. That game had been all over the news lately. At the thought, her eyes gained a small spark, and her frown curved slightly upward into something that faintly resembled a smile. Just hearing her favorite seiyuu perform the opening should be enough to keep her happy for days.

Realizing she was pretty much just dozing off in front of the school building by now, Hitomi quickly snapped out of her thoughts. R-right, she had no time for this now. She was yet to check out the dorm, much less bring in her luggage. So, grabbing the handle of her suitcase, adjusting her glasses enough to keep them from falling and balancing her console on one hand, the girl turned around on her heels and started towards the dormitory.

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

Okay, phew, got my CS done. Is it too late to throw it in? The IC's got a bunch of posts already, it seems, so I understand if I took too long and you've already got enough players and all.

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

Jester's heeere. Sorry guys, still traveling 'round Asia and that kinda eats up random days of my time >> I'll have my post up today. Going to catch up with eeeverrtyhing on the site.

*turns cap around* Less do dis shit.