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Present day, the Shadow Realm

This has to be a nightmare, Eida Shunsuke frantically thinks to himself. There's no way the so-called Saklas Syndrome can possibly be real. But here he is, sucked into his phone and dumped in this infinite expanse of blinding white fog, facing that twisted mirror image of himself with its tattered black suit, dull gray plastic skin, and unnaturally large, exaggerated, hellishly glowing red lipstick marks all over its face. It claimed to be his repressed inner darkness made manifest, cruelly mocked him having been stood up by his supposed date again earlier tonight, before its whole body contorted in sickening motions to transform into something straight out of a horror movie. A faceless mannequin nearly three meters tall, with the same lifeless plastic look, those oversized crimson lipstick marks branded onto every corner of its body. "N-No, get away from me!" The middle-aged Japanese salaryman stammers, not even mustering the strength to stand up as he feebly shuffles backwards while sitting on the ground in an undignified manner. "Y-You're not… I'm not..."

"C'mon now, Shunsuke. You know what I'm talkin' about." The monster is mouthless, but the lipstick marks all over its body seem to move with wills of their own, speaking in an eerie chorus of the voices of all the women that had rejected him in the past decades. "Seriously, fuckin' western feminism? You just wanna get your dick wet!!"

"Y-You're wrong! I r-respect-" He twitches as he abruptly feels his back against a wall, barely visible in this all-consuming mist.

"Look, I'm just gonna kill you and take your goddamned place," the creature hisses. The lipstick marks writhe and split open as if they're actual mouths, each bearing sharp vampiric fangs, a molten blood-like liquid trickling out from each orifice. As the caustic sludge pools upon the floor, emaciated caricatures begin rising, each barely in the shape of a woman, their shambling footsteps searing into the ground to create black smoke that stands out starkly against the white fog for a second before it dissipates. "You're such a fuckin' pussy that at this rate, you're gonna be a virgin till the day you choke on your own dick!"

"No… No…!" Shunsuke croaks helplessly as the burning she-slimes close in around him. "Someone, please…!"

But there is no miracle. A few seconds of unimaginable agony, and everything goes black.

"Heh… Heh heh… Hahahahahaha…!" The body that had once belonged to Shunsuke lets out a maniacal laughter, its horrifically charred skin and flesh repairing itself into the same lifeless plastic as that of the monster that now inhabits this body. Slowly, the gray returns to a facsimile of normal human skin tone, but a multitude of infernal lipstick marks still stretch across the body's surface. "Grh… Better than nothin', I guess. Now, time to go fuck some b-"

Suddenly, a glowing electric blue portal appears out of nowhere in front of "Shunsuke", through which steps out… Utasaki Aria, the virtual idol popular both in Japan and overseas, somehow in the flesh. "Oh no… I'm too late again!" She murmurs, her young, pretty face showing a mixture of horror, sadness, and pity.

"The hell…? Ain'tcha Aria-chan?! I knew you had something to do with this, you fuckin' western whore!" "Shunsuke" growls, his previously unassuming face contorted in an expression of obvious contempt that he would have never shown in front of his superiors, peers, or prospective dates. "It's because of you that the other me got his ass into feminism... Heh, I'm gonna teach you real good what a yamato nadeshiko should be like so you'll know your fuckin' place, you-"

"Sorry, Master. This one really doesn't sound like he's gonna be cooperative," Aria speaks telepathically to someone only she can hear. "Yeah… Alright, I'll proceed with capture. Geez, when are we gonna catch a break…?"

"Hey, hey, don't you fuckin' ignore me!" The Shadowman hisses. Holding out his hands, burning acidic blood once again drips from the lipstick marks at the centers of his palms. "I swear I'm gonna-"

Before he can finish, he barely notices the flash of blinding azure. Then everything goes white.
@JohnSolaris I still have to fix her Bio but I did edit her abilities and such like you mentioned, hope that looks a bit better. It's almost 2 am here so I'll do the Bio tomorrow :P


Will you be able to join the Discord server? We can discuss character sheets more quickly there.
Please make sure you format your character sheet according to this RP's format. We don't use the spells in the actual Persona games, because they're too restrictive for an RP; abilities are based on elements instead. Make sure you read the 0th post to see what this RP does differently from other Persona RPs, and don't expect everything to be transferable.
If this is still taking players, I'm definitely interested. I'm thinking of taking the Empress or Fortune for myself if that's okay though the Magician is also enticing. I looove Persona!!!


Yes, still taking players.
@JohnSolaris

Hi I've tried making my own persona rp but obviously it didn't end well. I would be interested in joining if that's okay


Of course that's okay. Everyone is welcome.
20 years ago, the Velvet Room

"Heh heh… Is this the p-path you have chosen, Lin Yao-Yu?" The inhumanly long-nosed old man struggled to speak, barely maintaining his usual unsettling yet courteous grin. "Do you truly… have n-no regrets?"

"Regret is for the weak, Igor, and my weakness has been purged." There was an odd metallic tinge to the Chinese young man's voice. That smooth white butterfly-shaped mask, Igor's most vivid of memories, now covered Yao-Yu's face, warped into an unfamiliar piece of technomagic that existed nowhere else in this world. Yet his eyes were even more unrecognizable, once gentle and thoughtful, now with an almost inhuman gleam that bore through the soul. "Nyarlathotep was right, you know. Philemon too was weak, no wiser than the ignorant masses from which he arose. That's why we will succeed where he did not even try hard enough to fail."

"And for that... you'll destroy anyone else that gets in your way?" Igor barely had the strength to grasp the armored hand that held him by the neck. His immaculate black suit was torn in so many places, some wounds deep enough to give a glimpse of the bloodless false flesh underneath. "What about your friends…? What about all that you've gone through together?"

"That's… That's right, Yao-Yu!" Her voice was always soft and quiet, and now it was little more than a whisper. The Japanese young woman didn't even have the strength to prop herself up into a kneeling position, as she strained her neck to look at those she thought she could call true companions. They're so different from what she's used to, covered from head to toe in austere mechanical exoskeletons, a painfully stark contrast from the extraordinary yet mundane human beings that she until recently laughed and fought alongside with. "Shahzad, Ricci, Ulisses, Ayin… Don't we… mean anything to each other anymore?"

"Save it, Shiori. There's no use reasoning with them." The young man of uncertain European descent, clad in a leather jacket and pants of rich royal blue, managed to remain standing, clinging to a piece of rubble, long platinum blond hair dishevelled but golden eyes sharp as ever as he glared at his former companions. "They're not the friends we know anymore."

"Indeed we're not," said the smooth voice of the inky-skinned androgynous person. "We were forced to overcome our human limitations."

"While you chose to stagnate, like Philemon himself." The Italian woman's tone was cold and unforgiving.

"And unfortunately… You really can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs." The Brazilian young man sounded easygoing still, but there was now this uncrossable gulf between him and the two he once called friends.

"I'm truly sorry, Alphonse… But for the greater good… For the sake of all humanity..." The anguish in the older Arab American man's eyes were plain as day, but everyone present knew that his conviction was more resolute still.

"What if there's another Ngwhi Pandemonium in the future? Or something even worse than the Dragon of Nought?" Yao-Yu shook his head. "We cannot afford to take any chances, and you are a threat to our plans."

"Heh… And what about Saklas?" Igor let out another rueful laugh. "He's still out there. Isn't he the bigger threat to you?"

"Maybe, but we will neutralize the threat in front of us right now." Suddenly, numerous magic circles flashed to life on the pair of large, incredibly elaborate butterfly wings behind the young man's back. "Goodbye, Igor. Humanity no longer needs you."

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Igor screamed as dozens of beams of intense, searing golden-white light mercilessly pierced him from all angles. As he crumpled to the floor, that perpetual grin on his aged face finally curved downward in a mournful cry. "I'm sorry, Master Philemon… I'm sorry… every… one..."

"Master!" Alphonse shouted, and tried to sprint forward, only to fall to his knees. "Ugh..."

Yao-Yu's chilling gaze turned toward Alphonse and Shiori. "Now, you three..."

"No! Don't you dare touch Sophia!" A sudden burst of strength filled the young woman as she tightly clutched the protective bubble of magic in her arms, the sleeping infant in it only beginning to show the same silvery blond hair as her father's.

"You two are uncooperative no matter what, but her… She has potential." His dispassionate gaze fell upon the baby, completely disregarding her parents' desperation. "We can forge her into the perfect Shadowless."

"You bastard…!" Alphonse growled. "Metatron!"

"K-Kushinadahime!"

As the two squeezed out what little strength they had remaining to rematerialize their Personas, feebly flickering in and out of existence, Yao-Yu sighed. "Very well. I will show you the strength of the Machina I have obtained. Come forth, Y-"

Light engulfed everything, and the Velvet Room was no more.



[This post contains some things that Persona fans may recognize, but don't worry if you don't recognize anything. Everything will be explained when the time comes.]
We have at least four people interested now (I have no idea what to make of Yam's post), so we're probably good to go. Come to the Discord server if you want to talk about character ideas.

And in case people haven't realized, the 0th post of the Characters tab contains character sheets and information on some NPCs.

I'll soon make an IC post that has some... foreshadowing.
The game thread for this has already been made here. Initially I skipped making an interest check thread, but then it occurred to me that some people might check the interest check forum for new RPs more than they check the RP forum. A friend assured me that it's not poor etiquette to make an interest check thread purely for the purpose of advertisement after the game thread has already been made, so I'm posting this here. If you're interested, please check the main thread for more details.



This is an RP based on the Persona franchise. However, it is an entirely self-contained alternate universe, so no canon characters or organizations will appear. Some mechanics are similar to those in Persona games, but some are different. They will all be explained in this post, so prior knowledge of Persona games is not required.

The setting is much like the modern Earth we're familiar with, except that all well-known contemporary public figures do not exist, their roles taken by NPCs as needed; historical figures are usually fair game, but ask me if you're unsure. Unlike real life, there is no pandemic, but the world is still not without a fair share of major problems.

It is the year 2022. Social media is more widespread than ever, due to the efforts of Lin Yao-Yu, the richest man in the world and the first ever trillionaire. His company, OmniLink Inc., managed in the past two decades to acquire nearly every single one of the major tech giants in the world, seamlessly merging all of their online services into a single continuous whole. And with the thorough integration of facial and vocal recognition algorithms, it is now easier than ever to find and connect with others. But this connection is only superficial, as people cherry-pick only what they want others to see, while misinformation, echo chambers, and filter bubbles run rampant. While shouting into this all-pervasive white noise, introspection is too often forgotten, and the darkness within builds up and festers until it bursts forth from beneath the surface.

In the past months, a rumor of unclear origin has been circulating that speaks of the so-called "Saklas Syndrome". It alleges that a user of OmniLink's ubiquitous O-Phone can have his soul itself sucked into the device, resulting in a range of possible symptoms including depression, psychosis, catatonia, coma, and even death, supposedly spreading via a supernatural virus that infects smartphones. You likely dismissed this as hogwash… until it happened before your very eyes.

The screen of your O-Phone cracks open, but the cracks extend into the space itself around you. The next thing you know, you are surrounded by a thick, impenetrable, blinding white fog. From the fog it emerges, a shadowy figure with an uncanny resemblance to yourself, surrounded by an ominous dark aura that you find unsettling on some primal, instinctual level that you cannot quite explain. "I am the Shadow, the true self..." The shadowy figure speaks, its voice a horrible distortion of your own, before letting loose the deepest, darkest secrets that you have admitted to no one, not even yourself. But just as you cry out to reject this gratuitous affront to your very identity, the shadowy figure contorts in grotesque defiance of human anatomy, before exploding into a monstrosity from your worst nightmares.

Will you simply go down and become just another victim? No. Your heart may be scarred, but you won't let it end like this. If getting out alive means facing your own inner darkness… As you gather your resolve, you see it then, a shimmering, ethereal blue butterfly that morphs into what seems to be a Tarot card. Desperately, you reach out to grasp it, and-
The player characters

@JavaJunkiexo: Bianca Momosuke (I - Magician; Shiva)

@PrideOfLaplace: Daniela Dossantos (XIII - Death; Hiruko)

@Eldritch Puppy: Daniel Astier (XV - Devil; Mordred)



The Velvet Room, allies of the player characters





In case anyone recognizes it, this is the second Persona RP I'm trying to host. My previous one made the mistakes of having a setting that was too drastic a departure from the typical Persona setting, and too much background information the players needed to take in. Both of these have been remedied in this second attempt, which takes place in an alternate version of modern Earth that's very similar to real life on the surface level; it should be much easier for people to make characters and jump in.

I have a Discord server that I use for discussions related to my RPs. However, if you're interested, please make at least one post here expressing said interest so that others can see that the RP is gaining traction.


Introduction

This is an RP based on the Persona franchise. However, it is an entirely self-contained alternate universe, so no canon characters or organizations will appear. Some mechanics are similar to those in Persona games, but some are different. They will all be explained in this post, so prior knowledge of Persona games is not required.

The setting is much like the modern Earth we're familiar with, except that all well-known contemporary public figures do not exist, their roles taken by NPCs as needed; historical figures are usually fair game, but ask me if you're unsure. Unlike real life, there is no pandemic, but the world is still not without a fair share of major problems.

It is the year 2022. Social media is more widespread than ever, due to the efforts of Lin Yao-Yu, the richest man in the world and the first ever trillionaire. His company, OmniLink Inc., managed in the past two decades to acquire nearly every single one of the major tech giants in the world, seamlessly merging all of their online services into a single continuous whole. And with the thorough integration of facial and vocal recognition algorithms, it is now easier than ever to find and connect with others. But this connection is only superficial, as people cherry-pick only what they want others to see, while misinformation, echo chambers, and filter bubbles run rampant. While shouting into this all-pervasive white noise, introspection is too often forgotten, and the darkness within builds up and festers until it bursts forth from beneath the surface.

In the past months, a rumor of unclear origin has been circulating that speaks of the so-called "Saklas Syndrome". It alleges that a user of OmniLink's ubiquitous O-Phone can have his soul itself sucked into the device, resulting in a range of possible symptoms including depression, psychosis, catatonia, coma, and even death, supposedly spreading via a supernatural virus that infects smartphones. You likely dismissed this as hogwash… until it happened before your very eyes.

The screen of your O-Phone cracks open, but the cracks extend into the space itself around you. The next thing you know, you are surrounded by a thick, impenetrable, blinding white fog. From the fog it emerges, a shadowy figure with an uncanny resemblance to yourself, surrounded by an ominous dark aura that you find unsettling on some primal, instinctual level that you cannot quite explain. "I am the Shadow, the true self..." The shadowy figure speaks, its voice a horrible distortion of your own, before letting loose the deepest, darkest secrets that you have admitted to no one, not even yourself. But just as you cry out to reject this gratuitous affront to your very identity, the shadowy figure contorts in grotesque defiance of human anatomy, before exploding into a monstrosity from your worst nightmares.

Will you simply go down and become just another victim? No. Your heart may be scarred, but you won't let it end like this. If getting out alive means facing your own inner darkness… As you gather your resolve, you see it then, a shimmering, ethereal blue butterfly that morphs into what seems to be a Tarot card. Desperately, you reach out to grasp it, and-


Magic System

Even though the supernatural powers of Shadows and Personas may not be called exactly that, I call it "magic" for convenience.

To make sure magic doesn't contradict real life physics, the physics of this setting resembles real life only on the surface level, and not on the subatomic level. This may affect some well-known pieces of popular science and history, e.g. there is no longer time dilation in Einstein's relativity. This should have no effect on most characters, but please consult me first if you want to make references to real life theoretical physics concepts. There are also some unintuitive quirks in this new physics that I had to add for the sake of consistency, but I’ll only bring them up when necessary.

The most common magical ability is the sixth sense, an extrasensory ability to detect magic around oneself. All magic users have it by default, though skill levels vary. Accuracy and range improve with skill, and the most skilled can replace their mundane senses entirely with the sixth sense. Most magical objects have specific "auras" that register to the sixth sense as synesthesia, conveying appropriate feelings of images and concepts. Certain effects can mask objects from the sixth sense or block it out, which can in turn be defeated by more skilled sensors.


Most magical effects are roughly categorized by elements and combinations thereof. Every element has a good degree of variety within itself, and someone may have aptitude for only a subset of an element, e.g. an earth user who specializes in metal. The general fighting style of each element is given, though a user with very high skill level or unusual aptitude may be able to subvert these styles (e.g. a defensive wind user with walls of compressed air). Also, note that due to the power level rule earlier, there is no elemental immunity, absorption, or reflection, only resistance.




Character Sheet


A blank character sheet can be found below and copied for your convenience.



Rules

All guild rules apply. In addition, there are a few points that I want to clarify and emphasize.

- Each player is not limited to one character. Feel free to make multiple characters if you think you can handle it, within reason. You can make minor characters that are more akin to NPCs, and potentially turn them into major characters later if you want.

- I am someone who takes internal consistency and verisimilitude very seriously. Therefore, if I see something in your post that I believe to be a plot hole, I'm almost always going to ask you to fix it. If you don't, I may have to gratuitously retcon some things, or even declare your post invalid.

- Don't godmod. When interacting with another character, work together with that character's owner to ensure everyone's actions, reactions, and consequences remain consistent. That includes NPCs controlled by the GM and co-GM.

- I'll try to give player characters a moderate amount of plot armor and good luck. But actions have consequences, and the suspension of disbelief only stretches so far. Keep that in mind before you try to make a dangerously reckless character.

- Mature topics involving corruption on both personal and societal levels will be discussed in the plot. As per forum rules, there won't be anything explicit, nor will I make things pointlessly grimdark, but just be aware that this isn't an innocent kids' show.

- If you want to leave the game, I'll try to retcon out your character's existence. If that's not feasible, I'll try to remove your character from the plot as painlessly as possible.
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