Jester Acharis

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Hoshit I thought I was the last to reply to the IC. And I thought I bookmarked this. Nope.

I'll get that post up now. Now as in, two seconds. I wrote it ages ago and saved it in Word, I just thought I threw it in already. \ all the fails.

Edit: And posted. Deredere-side of yandere is a go. ovo

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP) (Reboot)

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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: 4

Epic Points: 3

Stats
STR: 4
VIT: 10
DEX: 5(+1) = 6
INT: 2(+1) = 3
WIS: 2
LUK: 3

HP: 38
MP: 10

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) (Passive): 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) (Passive): You possess a body that lets you live like a Game Character in the real world.

Panic Boost (MAX LV) (Passive): +1 Wis. Through constant experience in panicking, you have attained mastery of it thanks to <Game Character's Mind>. Whenever an enemy does anything to inflict Fear or any other Panic Status on you instead of simply negating them in just a few moments, you gain a temporary +5% Success Chance to all Rolls for a number of Rounds equal to how long the Fear/Panic status should have affected you.

Inventory: Empty

Money: 33,500 ¥

Copypasting my old CS here.

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

Awesome, one new player already! Welcome to the crew. /says the person with only one IC post

Pokemon - Willow League

@Draexzhan: Never read the webcomic, need to take a look at it now. I've been in need of good new web comics to read after reading all of my current ones and having to always wait for updates. And yeh, writing him will be fun, especially when they get into actual battling, since he'll know squat about what he's doing.

@Sparx: Heh, as someone who's had a Staraptor as a staple of any given competitive team since the generation it came out, I know firsthand how much that thing can kick ass BP It's also the star of my mono-flying team. Sigur doesn't know that though, poor boi. He will learn the error of his ways

Pokemon - Willow League

I know Sigur's SU said he preferred badass Pokémon, and he does and will refuse to catch anything else, but I figured it'd be fun to give him such a contradicting Pokémon because hey, why not. Torturing your characters is fun.

Pokemon - Willow League

The scientist guy hadn't yet answered (and quite possibly, not even noticed his presence or question from all the ruckus around them), when a yet another soul joined their not-so-merry group of trainer wannabes. Sigur didn't really pay much attention to him or his arrival before the guy addressed him, all smiles and patience, and told him they should just take it easy since they just got here. He snorted, turning around to face the newcomer with a cock of his head.

"S'cuse me, but it's you who just got here," he corrected, half annoyed and wanting to get back at the guy, half just talking shit because he was bored. And, hey, the guy was too laid back for his liking. Might as well try and see if he could get the dude riled up or taking part in a battle of wits. At least he'd have something to do while waiting, then. "The bunch of us who actually were here on time have been waiting for a good ten minutes or more for this guy to get his ass in gear."

Just then, right as Sigur finished talking and pointed a thumb at the man in question, when the guy suddenly got to doing his job and leading the assorted bunch up a hill. A bit taken aback, Sigur blinked after the man once, gaze slowly turning to look at the thumb he'd used to point. Wow. He had some freak powers in there.

Shrugging, he walked off to follow suit after the others, not sure if the guy he'd talked to earlier had answered or even heard him.

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Some minutes later, everyone was crammed inside a dusty ol' Pokémon lab, waiting around while the professor fetched their starters or what have you. Sigur had his hands in his pockets and was sifting his weight from leg to leg every now and again, impatient and bored. He didn't particularly look forward to the adventure, but he did want to get out of the lab. It was suffocating, just like the ship had been.

And then the guy returned, with a huge variety of Pokémon in tow. Sigur raised a brow in surprise. Wow, now that was certainly now what he'd expected. That was kinda impressive, actually.

The first one to pick out their critter for the go was the pink, foreign homo. He grabbed, out of all the things possible, a freaking Cleffa and then proceeded to almost squish to death. Yeah. Great. This sure was a promising bunch of trainers alright. The guy exclaimed something about being a star, and Sigur couldn't help but let out a dry laugh at that.

The next traineer chose a Starly - because hey, who wouldn't want to carry around a small bird to shit all over your clothes all the time? And the one after that went with a Honedge, giving Sigur reason to steer clear out of her way. The sword was freaky, and Sigur couldn't get why the girl was so happy to own a cursed piece of metal. Eh. Women. Next someone chose a Beldum, and unlike the others before him, didn't get all hyped over it or launch into a giggly-rant. Well, at least someone was sensible.

Sigur looked around, realizing he was next in line. Eh, fine then, might as well. He took a lazy step closer, scratching the back of his head and grumbling to himself.

"Guess it's my turn then," he mumbled as he reached to grab the first ball he saw. He didn't particularly care what he got - wasn't like he was going to be friends with the thing anyway.

"Taking this," he stated simply a he swept the random ball from the table, tossing it in the air once as he walked away from the line and the other trainers. He turned the pokeball around in his hands once he was far enough, and then tossed it carelessly in the air.

In a flash of light, the ball opened and a small creature took form on the ground in front of him. Sigur leaned forward, just a tad curious despite himself.

And in a second, in front of him stood a...

"..."

"Iggly!" The Pokémon exclaimed happily, nuzzling against her trainer's leg. Sigur merely stood and stared, his expression indescribable, before he spun around in a flash and shouted.

"Yo, hey, prof! Is... is switching Pokémon possible?" As he spoke, he shook his leg to try and make the Igglypufff let go. "By. Any... chance?"

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

I'm fine with either, but a reboot might be easier? Either way, I'll probably use the same opening post I did for this one (minus the third day, of course).

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Moon [OOC]

Alright Ontos, a bit delayed but there's a reply for ye 8D

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Moon [OOC]

Hitomi barely had time to recover from the previous onslaught of meeting new people, when yet another few found their way downstairs. The first one to arrive was a boy most likely older than them, introducing himself in clear enough English to make Hitomi doubt his heritage for a moment - but only for a moment, as he soon continued to call for someone in Japanese. But, wait, SEES? Had she joined something like that? What was that a shorthand for...? If it had something to do with the student committee, she must have joined by accident. She hardly needed to be part of anything that would force authority upon her. She was definitely not an authority figure in any meaning of the word, and couldn't see herself working well with people who were - like this Kirijo person. Wait... Kirijo, wasn't that-?

She didn't have much more time to dwell on that, when the student Kirijo had called for arrived and instructed them to follow. He did it Japanese though, so Hitomi couldn't help but glance at the foreign student she'd just met to make sure he had understood as well. He had. Good. Now she wouldn't have to speak.

On their way up the stairs, they met a yet another student, this one seemingly as meek and timid - but far more blushy - than Hitomi herself. She regarded her with silent disdain. She didn't like herself being shy and weak, and it wasn't a trait she valued in others either. It always made her remember what she must have come across to others. So, offering her a small smile and a nod she wasn't sure the other girl caught, Hitomi rushed past her upstairs. As she did though, she couldn't help but catch bits and pieces of the awkward conversation that followed between her and the foreign student. She apparently wasn't that good at English... but she tried. She was brave. And he... uh, well. His pronunciation needed work, definitely, and his politeness levels were all over the place. Not that it was surprising from a foreigner. Still, he tried too. She didn't want to speak even in her mother tongue. She was... pathetic.

Hitomi hastened her steps and burrowed her gaze deeper into the game she was playing.

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All too soon, Hitomi found herself standing in the middle of the third floor, accompanied by nobody but the blonde girl she'd met moments prior. The upperclassman had instructed them to decide who got what room, an act Hitomi was very bitter over. He could have... a-at least assigned them one. Now she would need to talk to someone to figure out which door to claim. She didn't want to just be rude and pick one by herself. But this girl, she... was just a bit intimidating.

In her panic and indecisiveness, Hitomi just slumped down on her suitcase and continued her game. Maybe if... if she finished another route real fast, she would get enough self-confidence to try and ask her about which room she wanted. Maybe. Probably not. But at least she'd feel a little less awkward if she did something, as opposed to standing there like a fool.

Before she could so much as begin to immerse herself in the game world however, she heard the other speak, her voice shattering whatever calm Hitomi had managed to form in her mind. She flinched, mind cold and chest burning from anxiety. Oh. Oh no. She... she talked to her, and she didn't even ask about the rooms! Ah, o-okay, what did she say now? Weather, yes, uh...

Hitomi peeked up from underneath her bangs, trying to see a window. She couldn't, her hair was in the way. She didn't want to brush it away, though. She didn't want to move. The other girl wasn't even looking at her, and her tone of voice was anything but friendly. Part of her was scared, and part of her angry. Why was she even talking, when she clearly didn't care for an answer?

No, don't think like that. Be... be polite.

"Yes..." she peeped out, her own gaze not directed at the other girl, either. Her PSP looked safer to lay her eyes on. "It... it's warm. I would prefer the rain though." Realizing that might come off as either rude, negative or both, she quickly stammered to correct herself: "Um, I... I mean, rain is refreshing. It gives life to things. Like, like flowers. Flowers are... pretty..."

She had no idea where she was going with this at this point, so before she got the topic too far from what she really wanted to ask, she drew in a breath and added, seemingly out of nowhere: "Either room is fine with me!"

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

She would beg to differ though 8P