Krayzikk

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Jin had to admit, having math at the end of the day helped things end on a positive note. By the time the bell rang signaling the day's end, Jin's homework sheet was done. They leaned back with a stretch and a rare cheery grin. Numbers made everything better. They didn't need interpretation, explanation, or creative thought. Math was math, predictable and safe. Maybe next semester the school would let them enroll in advanced Calculus. Jin already had the highest grade in the class.

Watching all the other students get up and start milling about, Jin took their time packing up. All around they could hear snatches of conversation; most of it was about the council president. In Jin's mind, their president probably realized how useless high school was, and decided to break out. This was no tragedy. The poor guy probably wanted some freedom.

"Miyamoto-kun." Jin rose with their bag packed, and regarded their classmate, having to crane their neck to look the boy in the eye. "...Do you think you could get me a job? I need work." Even though Jin could probably fix every machine in the McDonalds, because they didn't have an actual resume, most of the places around town had rejected them.

At least, that's what Jin told themself, after 20 rejections. It wasn't the binder, it wasn't their skin tone or obviously foreign features. It was just the resume. As long as Jin took that as fact, they would keep trying.

"I'm trying to... do something different with my life, y'know?" Jin figured that he might actually understand this. There were quite a few rumors about him too, and they recognized the scars on his knuckles. Jin had plenty that matched.

@Mistress Dizzy

"Huh?" Was the Miyamoto family's eldest son's initial, eloquent reply to hearing someone say his name. It took Daisuke a moment to locate whomever wanted to talk to him, and he couldn't help but cock his head slightly when he recognized the speaker. Jin, another student; not one he could say he knew very well, but he'd at least met them earlier in his education. They had something of a reputation. Not exceptionally unlike Daisuke's own, if he was honest. Still, the question was a bit of a surprise. And one it took him a second to decide how to answer. Still, he settled on an answer pretty quickly, all things considered.

"If you pick up an application, there's a box to list who referred you. Y'can get can application at the counter if you ask for one. Boss always needs another pair of hands. She'll probably ask me about you, and I can try and put in a good word. No guarantees she'll listen, but she's a good person. She'll probably give you a job."

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

@Krayzikk

True. Either they've fought each other before... or their presence is just a reminder of who they used to be.

@Rosalite

*nod* Sure. I'm not entirely sure WHAT that relationship would be, though. Jin would not be antagonistic toward Minori, but at the same time, probably would see her as 'fake'.

@Mistress Dizzy

Whoops, I'm sorry. I actually got Jin mixed up with someone else.

Yeah, they might know each other. But it wouldn't necessarily be as negative as it would be if Jin was the character I thought they were.

So many black and white avatars.

Forgot which one corresponded to which player that had which character.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

@Krayzikk

Considering our characters are/were both delinquents, do you think they know each other? Or at least have heard of each other?

Speaking of that, would anyone else like to make Jin's acquaintance? Friends? Enemies? Rivals? I figured they may be known, at least by sight, by a few of the students... It'd make sense, you know? If anyone wants in, just PM me or tag me and we'll figure something out.

@Mistress Dizzy

It wouldn't be surprising if they knew each other, though I'm not sure it'd exactly be a happy acquaintance.

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

Cyare Staunton

"Understanding, certainly. Tolerance... Is a strong word." Cyare commented, musing idly on her relationship with Rei while they walked. Professional (at least as professional as he ever was), but she could never quite decide whether she might stretch to call him a friend or merely express her exasperation. It depended on the day, she supposed. "Still, you make a good point."

"You two seem good friends."

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"Wish you'd stop saying that 'round here." The Miyamoto's eldest son muttered, almost visibly deflating for a second or two before he returned to his usual, at least approaching friendly expression and the associated swagger. Still, he couldn't look too irritated; Saitou Kimiko was more of a regular than an addict was. Without fail, every day, she would arrive at the McDonalds to order fries. And then she would wander back in hours later (usually near ten to midnight) and ask if they still sold soda.

Which, obviously, they did. Didn't stop their primary beverage in the six hours it took for her to wander back.

She was an odd one, but not in a bad way. Good sort. Nice person. All that good shit. So he favored his (friend?) acquaintance with a rare, almost apologetic grin while he turned to face her. "Sorry, Kimiko, not gonna be me tonight. Boss couldn't give me the hours. Ain't working today."

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"Is it true the council president went missing?"

"Buncha nonsense, sis. Guy doesn't ever take a break. He's probably home sick, and no one remembered to tell his buddies. Not the end of the world."

"But bro-"

"Relax. 'Sides," He grinned. "What kinda boogeyman could take me?"

Besides math, that is. God. PE was no problem. He could get through history and science by brute force, memorizing the notes if he had to. But math. There was no brute force method for math. Memorizing the shit was no good if you couldn't use it. And it was so boring. It made Daisuke want to get up and physically run around in a circle, ride his bike, work, read a book. Something to break the tedium. And of course he had to have it for the last class of the day. The one class period that always stretched into fucking eternity anyway. Even when you loved the class.

And Daisuke Miyamoto did not love math.

His mind wandering in the last few minutes of class, that's what made him think about what his sis said last night. He didn't buy that some spooky shit has taken the class prez. Wasn't a fucking anime or something. Didn't mean that maybe something hadn't happened. There were some creepy fucking rumors, lately. When you got so many flying, chances are there's a little truth in there somewhere. Something was spooking people, and the prez was definitely missing. Meant that something was going on. But men, not monsters. And men? Men he could handle, no problem. ... Still, the rumors were getting to him a little.

Must have been, with the weird dreams.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIING

F r e e d o m .

True freedom, for once. No after school shift for him to work. Manager wouldn't let him have the hours. Irritating, but it meant he had a whole afternoon for once. Time to enjoy it, and not worry about the creeps everyone seemed to have.

Anything tried to come after him, he'd punch it. And again. And again. Until it was no longer an immediate threat.

Simple.

He slid his chair out and stood, swinging his bag over one shoulder and tossing the uniform's jacket over the others. No need to wear it, school day was over anyway. Places to be, people to see, fights to win, all that jazz. So he started wading through the sea of desks and students towards the exit.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Adjusted.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"Sis, cover your ears."

Daisuke Miyamoto

Name: Daisuke Miyamoto
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Arcana: Strength
Equipment: School uniform, work uniform, bicycle. Also a pretty standard smartphone, a set of boxing gloves, and a pair of knuckledusters a friend once gave him as a joke.
Skills: Good runner, pretty strong, and a shockingly effective brawler. Not because he’s exceptionally skilled (though he doesn’t lack too much in that regard, either) but because Daisuke is known to never, ever stay down. Efficient worker, too, and one of the best in his restaurant. Almost supernatural ability to commute from home, to school, to work, to home in exceptionally low amounts of time.
Appearance: A little taller than most young men his age, Daisuke could probably be called handsome. If you’re not one of the people who only get to see his face when it’s schooled into an expression that could be called “demonic smirk”. That’s an admittedly small group, though. Most people see the casually irreverent grin, set under bright green eyes and slightly untidy brown hair. He wears the school uniform (begrudgingly), but the jacket doesn’t usually stay fastened. Or necessarily actually on his body. A pair of sunglasses are usually tucked into his chest pocket, and they usually go on his face the instant he’s outside. When he doesn’t have to wear the uniform, he generally defaults to jeans, a simple shirt, and a black jacket. An outfit that generally shows his musculature much more easily.

Much less commonly, mostly because he works far from the school, closer to his own neighborhood (and because his pride would take an irreparable hit if someone did) he can be found almost every afternoon in a fast food uniform in the low-income district’s most efficient McDonalds.
Personality: At a glance, most people would say ‘delinquent’. Daisuke is not a meek young man, and doesn’t seem like he’s ever been afraid to speak his mind in his life. He doesn’t go looking for trouble, but he generally seems to find it anyway. If someone has thrown down the gauntlet, verbally or physically, he won’t hesitate to pick it up. He has no patience for bullies, either, or arrogant people. He doesn’t strike most people as exceptionally bright, either, and his grades are pretty average.

Beyond that first glance, though, Daisuke is driven to succeed. He works his job enthusiastically and without complaint, and never misses an assignment for school no matter how little time he has. He has an exceptionally soft spot, albeit one rarely glimpsed, for the downtrodden. And his little sister. Especially his little sister. Most people who get to know him would agree that there aren’t many people you could trust more to have your back, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Biography: If the Miyamotos were ever wealthy, it was a long time ago. That’s not to say they don’t get by; Daisuke’s parents work hard, and they make enough money to support their family. Their frugal spending ensures they always have a little to fall back on, but even the most efficient expenditures can’t make more money out of thin air. Daisuke and his little sister, born three years after him, grew up in Shikatsu’s lower income districts. Neither their neighborhood nor their school were the nicest of places, and if you didn’t keep your wits you were liable to lose your money. The first time someone tried to rob a young Daisuke of his money, he capitulated out of fear for the consequences. And the second time. And the third time. Then he started to decide he’d had enough. His sister went to the same school, and he realized it wasn’t the example he wanted to set. Timidity, he decided, had never gotten a Miyamoto anywhere. The fourth time he refused, and earned himself a bruise or two and a trip to the headmaster’s office with his would-be robber. The fifth time he hit back. And after the fifth, despite some disciplinary action, his lunch money was never unsafe again.

That time as a little kid pretty much set the tone for the rest of Daisuke’s life. Bold, stubborn, and the antithesis of timid. He had a little sister looking up to him, and that made the almost larger than life refusal to leave bullies be worth it. Not that it was all sunshine and roses. Those visits to the headmaster weren’t the last, and as he got older playground scuffles turned into schoolyard brawls.

Which he just couldn’t keep up. He had a job to hang onto, almost the instant he was in high school. The fast food industry wasn’t much, but it paid. Education was paramount to the young Miyamotos’ parents, too, and they started pressuring him to perform better in school. So he forced himself to mellow out a little. Employ a little more diplomacy before he jumped straight to “punch the problem in the face”. His parents’ frugal habits had paid off, too, enough for him (and his sister, when she was old enough) to get into Uchima Senior High instead of the closer, less prestigious school he had been attending. Keeping on top of it all tends to take a lot of his time, but hey.

He had an example to set.

Persona
Name: Benkei, formerly Oniwaka
Appearance:

My Hider

Traits:
-Reflects: -
-Absorbs: Fire
-Void: -
-Resist: Pierce
-Weak: Electricity
Abilities:
-Evil Touch
-Cleave
-Bash
-Single Shot

[Dead, Pre-Reboot IntCheck, Please Ignore] Persona - Academic Akrasia

Excellent. Danke, bro.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Much appreciated Sparks, Goodwitch." In the back of his head, Ben couldn't help but be a little surprised by how many seemed to have survived. Relieved, of course, but he's been expecting a much more grimm scene. Still, the cafeteria and the survivors were in good hands. JCL would have the lower level cleared and dealt with soon, which just left the residential rooms. Relatively close quarters, with no way of knowing what was in there. Lauren would handle that range pretty well (he knew first hand), but she was handling the survivors. Pretty damn well, too. Sangue wouldn't do as well in such a confined space, and she was busy...

...

Handling the survivors.

Left him and Amy. That'd work pretty well.

"Amy, c'mon. You and I are gonna sweep the rooms. Lauren, you and Sangue warm them up and hold down the cafeteria. Alright?"