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Persona - Academic Akrasia

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Persona - Academic Akrasia

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Persona - Academic Akrasia

Kimiko Saitō - The Legend Reborn

Name: Kimiko Saitō
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: The Empress
Equipment: Though Kimiko can rarely be found without a pack of bubblegum at her disposal, bubblegum is not an effective tool in combat. Nothing she carries, in fact, could be considered weaponry - save for perhaps a pair of drumsticks that would, again, prove inefficient.
Skills: A talented musician (drums) and, by extension, drumstick twirler. A trivia nerd through and through. Though lacking in physical combat skills or training herself, she's got a mean sucker punch or quick genital annihilation strike if jumped. She's also very observant, as you'd expect from someone who grew up in her household. Very difficult to lie to.
Appearance:

Kimiko-chan

A girl of gracile build who stands at 1.65 meters, Kimiko's attractive looks are tempered either by the ruffled look of her uniform or her plain fashion stylings when lounging around the house or shopping. Despite her good posture and ready, polite smile, her lax demeanor and "suh fam just toss yourself on my body" attitude towards clothing makes her look more scruffy-cute than a bombshell.
Personality: Kimiko could aptly be described as quiet, dreamy, and perhaps even aloof. While not completely inaccurate on the last count, this sense of detachment from those around her is more due to inquisitive glares and contemplative silences, broken only by the most left-field of questions. ("You're hungry too, right?" is a personal favorite of hers.) Despite her bizarre colloquialisms, those who can focus her find her to be a gifted conversationalist and tireless listener. She does her best to be helpful and attentive to the needs of others, but observes so much so often that she will sometimes lose track of her current goal, and must be kept from going wayward by her friends. Given her silences and finely honed skill of reading people, she doesn't have much of a tolerance for dishonesty, but will let most white lies slide unless they hurt those close to her.
Biography: Kimiko was raised to be open-minded - raised by a pair of small-town private detectives and raised up in a lifestyle that could be considered middle-class by a slight stretch of the imagination, her foster family's entire lifestyle depended on the uncanny ability to resist drawing their own conclusions and follow whatever zany conclusion a case's evidence could lead them to. This insight was instilled into Kimiko as she grew older and began attending school. By the time she had grown old enough to attend high school, her personality had been permanently cast in a state of quiet, quirky stasis. For her American mother, a quiet woman herself, this was perfectly natural - and indeed, preferred. Her partner, a more rambunctious sort, the idea of breaking Kimiko out of the shell they had accidentally created for her was an appealing one.

So four years ago, they moved into a homey, quiet little part of Shikatsu, where Kimiko Saitō had all she ever really needed - people to watch, a McDonald's to stop by after classes, and a school to attend. She made a small smattering of friends that she loosely keeps in touch with before her parents helped her arrange to attend Uchima Senior High.

Which had an even better McDonald's nearby. And more friends.

These are positive changes.

Name: Kaguya-hime
Appearance:

Kaguya

Traits:
-Reflects: Strike
-Absorbs: -
-Void: -
-Resist: Light
-Weak: Fire
Abilities:
Mabufu
Marin Karin
Media
Tarukaja

Persona - Academic Akrasia

The Legend Reborn

Name: Kimiko Saitō
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: The Empress
Equipment: Though Kimiko can rarely be found without a pack of bubblegum at her disposal, bubblegum is not an effective tool in combat. Nothing she carries, in fact, could be considered weaponry - save for perhaps a pair of drumsticks that would, again, prove inefficient.
Skills: A talented musician (drums) and, by extension, drumstick twirler. A trivia nerd through and through. Though lacking in physical combat skills or training herself, she's got a mean sucker punch or quick genital annihilation strike if jumped. She's also very observant, as you'd expect from someone who grew up in her household. Very difficult to lie to.
Appearance:

Kimiko-chan

A girl of gracile build who stands at 1.65 meters, Kimiko's attractive looks are tempered either by the ruffled look of her uniform or her plain fashion stylings when lounging around the house or shopping. Despite her good posture and ready, polite smile, her lax demeanor and "suh fam just toss yourself on my body" attitude towards clothing makes her look more scruffy-cute than a bombshell.
Personality: Kimiko could aptly be described as quiet, dreamy, and perhaps even aloof. While not completely inaccurate on the last count, this sense of detachment from those around her is more due to inquisitive glares and contemplative silences, broken only by the most left-field of questions. ("You're hungry too, right?" is a personal favorite of hers.) Despite her bizarre colloquialisms, those who can focus her find her to be a gifted conversationalist and tireless listener. She does her best to be helpful and attentive to the needs of others, but observes so much so often that she will sometimes lose track of her current goal, and must be kept from going wayward by her friends. Given her silences and finely honed skill of reading people, she doesn't have much of a tolerance for dishonesty, but will let most white lies slide unless they hurt those close to her.
Biography: Kimiko was raised to be open-minded - raised by a pair of small-town private detectives and raised up in a lifestyle that could be considered middle-class by a slight stretch of the imagination, her foster family's entire lifestyle depended on the uncanny ability to resist drawing their own conclusions and follow whatever zany conclusion a case's evidence could lead them to. This insight was instilled into Kimiko as she grew older and began attending school. By the time she had grown old enough to attend high school, her personality had been permanently cast in a state of quiet, quirky stasis. For her American mother, a quiet woman herself, this was perfectly natural - and indeed, preferred. Her partner, a more rambunctious sort, the idea of breaking Kimiko out of the shell they had accidentally created for her was an appealing one.

So four years ago, they moved into a homey, quiet little part of Shikatsu, where Kimiko Saitō had all she ever really needed - people to watch, a McDonald's to stop by after classes, and a school to attend. She made a small smattering of friends that she loosely keeps in touch with before her parents helped her arrange to attend Uchima Senior High.

Which had an even better McDonald's nearby. And more friends.

These are positive changes.

Name: Kaguya-hime
Appearance:

Kaguya

Traits:
-Reflects: Strike
-Absorbs: -
-Void: -
-Resist: Light
-Weak: Fire
Abilities:
Zan
Media
Marin Karin
Tarukaja

The Federation Crew * A Gundam RP*

Cairo Casablancas
Now Playing...

Great. Awesome.

"Okay, ma'am."

That's what my day was missing - the lieutenant forcing me to present myself for molestation again.

Some greater cosmic force must have been belting out one hell of a belly laugh the day that it assigned Cairo Casablancas to serve underneath Lieutenant Kat Staten. Cairo wasn't very good at keeping track of her family history to begin with, and it would have been beyond her to explain the intricacies of the ethnicity, culture, and history of the Basque region to even an open-minded, understanding audience. Those weren't terms you could use on Staten - a mad, bad, and dangerous-to-know lout whose best attributes were a carefree attitude that redefined the word slovenly, a husky voice that was most content to bark ignorant slurs at minorities, and an eye for talent that often leered at Cairo like she was a gorilla in a zoo.

She wasn't all bad or anything, just the opposite; if anything she was too friendly and bombastic, often inviting Cairo to her office - never her private quarters, thank the Lord - under the manipulative pretense of 'paperwork,' only to cackle like a woods witch at Cairo's horrified reaction to her disgusting, cluttered office. What would follow was wasting entire hours of off-time to cleaning up and parental lectures, which Kat Staten responded to by taking a tank top (from where, the devil only knew) and whipping Cairo's ass with it to jubilant cries of "Andale, Flamenco! Migra, migra, Albuquerque!"

At a certain point, fighting it became useless. You just had to go back to your quarters, like Cairo did, and gulp sambuca until your soul went limp and the memories started to fade.

If there was one truly redeeming quality to her, it had to be her hatred of the enemy. If her mockery of Spanish-speaking cultures was carefree, goofy, lecherous fun for the whole family, then the lieutenant's seething disgust for the Principality of Zeon was a rated-R bloodbath that came with an even gorier director's cut shooting for a Christmas release. Hell, she probably would take a bath in the blood of Zeeks if she could. Lather her hair with it, cleanse her pores, rub it into those ungodly American t--

Nnnnnnnno!

No, Cairo!

She huffed grumpily.

"Just please be quiet," she requested of her commanding officer as her G-Fighter lost speed, allowing the Spartan to close the distance where the Gelgoog had formerly stood as a midpoint. "I'm going to need to concentrate on looking for this Musai, and I don't need you giving me a headache. With all due respect. Ma'am."

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Name: "Dana Griese" ([???] Kawaguchi / "Kawaguchi-chan")
Age: 18
Specialty: Hired muscle - originally in America on a protective basis, Dana relishes a good fight, be it at staking distance, the length of a blade, or from down the barrel of a gun. Outside of combat, she takes on the role of fashion police, often serving as an unwanted and caustic guide to fashion.
Bio: The girl who would adopt the identity of Dana Griese began life under quite a different name, halfway across the world in the Hyōgo Prefecture capital of Kobe. Her parents were affluent members of society in a country suffering under the weight of a dozen societal problems - with a tech magnate for a father and a mother who had earned herself a safe career as a fixer at a law firm that had been heavily associated with the hometown Yamaguchi-gumi going back to the Japan bubble of the 1980s, Kawaguchi was all but guaranteed a life of privilege in Japan's sixth-largest city.

But the prospect of a safe, privileged life quite understandably failed to appeal to a young girl whose family dabbled in the cutthroat worlds of business and mob law. From a young age, Dana was impulsive and outspoken in a conservative, staid Japanese culture, traits which quickly earned the charismatic rich girl a hushed reputation as a delinquent in the making. Eager to avoid the pitfalls of having a little street fighter or gangster of their own for a daughter, Kawaguchi's parents directed her towards various interests, a few of which stuck - rhythm games, fostering a childhood passion for dance, were one such hobby that the competitive Kawaguchi adopted with vigor. More seriously, the young girl took an interest in high fashion, and even found herself pursuing several brief jobs on both ends of a fashion photographer's camera. It seemed that she had found her calling until one fateful ride home on a late-night shuttle.

What began as a mere surprised annoyance - saying Japanese men's penchant for harassment on board a subway was an issue would be putting it mildly - when Kawaguchi felt herself being groped quickly grew serious when she turned around to swat at her attacker. The young girl, not exactly a weakling, found herself tossed halfway across the shuttle for her trouble, and barely managed to scramble out of the car and into the familiar streets of Kobe. She found herself pursued for several blocks before managing to hide among some of the port city's fish crates, breaking off large, irregular chunks of wood to defend herself in lieu of any weapons. Regaining her courage, Kawaguchi leaped onto her demonic assailant's back as it passed, doing her damnedest to bludgeon its head into a pulp with her fishy-scented improvised weaponry with negligible effects. She landed the kill, but it was ignonimous and accidental; the creature had reached up behind it and thrown Kawaguchi off its shoulders, and when she rose up to whirl around and regain her bearings she had accidentally speared it through its heart with the ugly, jagged end of a plank.

After enjoying a few nights of recovery and therapeutic Dance Dance Revolution, Kawaguchi decided that whatever had attacked her had been demonic in nature - and that it was, in turn, dispatching such evil creatures who would prey on young girls was in the nature of a champion. Her mother's Yakuza contacts, of all people, were the bearers of her first partial answers in the realm of the occult and demonology, and with the information her mother helped her glean she grew into an able, if not exactly finessed, vampire killer around the Prefecture over the course of her time as a first-year and second-year student. She even ended up getting the hang of wielding a stake, although she preferred the more universally fatal method of a sweeping decapitation over piercing the vampire's heart.

However, through all of this, Kawaguchi's restless streak never dulled, and as her quarry grew sparse around Kobe she began to realize that these creatures, and perhaps worse, lurked elsewhere in the world, untamed, without champions such as herself to spell their end. Any requests to leave behind the doldrums of her school career were rebuffed coolly by her mother until after her seventeenth birthday, when she took an absence from school (not a rare occurrence in her life) on her mother's insistence (which was much more rare) to meet with her mother at her law firm. To Kawaguchi's surprise - and, soon, to her glee - her mother informed her that she was being entrusted with a very special assignment, one that could not be trusted to some simple mob grunt or a lesser fixer with a law degree.

Kawaguchi would be serving as a glorified bodyguard for some eerie pale-skinned quasi-foreigner, who had fallen afoul of some sort of supernatural chicanery of a type which Kawaguchi knew nothing of and cared even less for. What mattered was that this odd creature was a ticket across the ocean, to the United States, and that fulfilling her mother's wishes and protecting her would surely result in meeting newer and more disgusting monsters to dispatch. She accepted the chance given to her greedily, and the two girls departed for America for a quiet location named Washington, Missouri, where a fresh pair of identities as Victoria Cross and Dana Griese awaited them. Her initial nonchalance and ambivalence towards her charge quickly gave way to piqued interest when it appeared that "Victoria" possessed some demonology acumen of her own, and she accepted her guard duty with even more zeal than she had before in the hopes of accompanying her ward on some of her hunts.

Sure enough, in the eighteen months since they had left Kobe for Washington (a town which, to much confusion and consternation on Dana's part, had no monuments, history, boutiques or undead Senators) Victoria Cross proved herself to be quite the weirdness magnet, joining up with a group of other American misfits in an attempt to protect the town and its citizens from all sorts of vampires, demons, and other oddities.

And, in keeping with both of her life's primary directives, the artist formerly known as Kawaguchi was alongside her young mistress for every hunt.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Name: "Dana Griese" ([???] Kawaguchi / "Kawaguchi-chan")
Age: 18
Specialty: Hired muscle - originally in America on a protective basis, Dana relishes a good fight, be it at staking distance, the length of a blade, or from down the barrel of a gun. Outside of combat, she takes on the role of fashion police, often serving as an unwanted and caustic guide to fashion.
Bio: The girl who would adopt the identity of Dana Griese began life under quite a different name, halfway across the world in the Hyōgo Prefecture capital of Kobe. Her parents were affluent members of society in a country suffering under the weight of a dozen societal problems - with a tech magnate for a father and a mother who had earned herself a safe career as a fixer at a law firm that had been heavily associated with the hometown Yamaguchi-gumi going back to the Japan bubble of the 1980s, Kawaguchi was all but guaranteed a life of privilege in Japan's sixth-largest city.

But the prospect of a safe, privileged life quite understandably failed to appeal to a young girl whose family dabbled in the cutthroat worlds of business and mob law. From a young age, Dana was impulsive and outspoken in a conservative, staid Japanese culture, traits which quickly earned the charismatic rich girl a hushed reputation as a delinquent in the making. Eager to avoid the pitfalls of having a little street fighter or gangster of their own for a daughter, Kawaguchi's parents directed her towards various interests, a few of which stuck - rhythm games, fostering a childhood passion for dance, were one such hobby that the competitive Kawaguchi adopted with vigor. More seriously, the young girl took an interest in high fashion, and even found herself pursuing several brief jobs on both ends of a fashion photographer's camera. It seemed that she had found her calling until one fateful ride home on a late-night shuttle.

What began as a mere surprised annoyance - saying Japanese men's penchant for harassment on board a subway was an issue would be putting it mildly - when Kawaguchi felt herself being groped quickly grew serious when she turned around to swat at her attacker. The young girl, not exactly a weakling, found herself tossed halfway across the shuttle for her trouble, and barely managed to scramble out of the car and into the familiar streets of Kobe. She found herself pursued for several blocks before managing to hide among some of the port city's fish crates, breaking off large, irregular chunks of wood to defend herself in lieu of any weapons. Regaining her courage, Kawaguchi leaped onto her demonic assailant's back as it passed, doing her damnedest to bludgeon its head into a pulp with her fishy-scented improvised weaponry with negligible effects. She landed the kill, but it was ignonimous and accidental; the creature had reached up behind it and thrown Kawaguchi off its shoulders, and when she rose up to whirl around and regain her bearings she had accidentally speared it through its heart with the ugly, jagged end of a plank.

After enjoying a few nights of recovery and therapeutic Dance Dance Revolution, Kawaguchi decided that whatever had attacked her had been demonic in nature - and that it was, in turn, dispatching such evil creatures who would prey on young girls was in the nature of a champion. Her mother's Yakuza contacts, of all people, were the bearers of her first partial answers in the realm of the occult and demonology, and with the information her mother helped her glean she grew into an able, if not exactly finessed, vampire killer around the Prefecture over the course of her time as a first-year and second-year student. She even ended up getting the hang of wielding a stake, although she preferred the more universally fatal method of a sweeping decapitation over piercing the vampire's heart.

However, through all of this, Kawaguchi's restless streak never dulled, and as her quarry grew sparse around Kobe she began to realize that these creatures, and perhaps worse, lurked elsewhere in the world, untamed, without champions such as herself to spell their end. Any requests to leave behind the doldrums of her school career were rebuffed coolly by her mother until after her seventeenth birthday, when she took an absence from school (not a rare occurrence in her life) on her mother's insistence (which was much more rare) to meet with her mother at her law firm. To Kawaguchi's surprise - and, soon, to her glee - her mother informed her that she was being entrusted with a very special assignment, one that could not be trusted to some simple mob grunt or a lesser fixer with a law degree.

Kawaguchi would be serving as a glorified bodyguard for some eerie pale-skinned quasi-foreigner, who had fallen afoul of some sort of supernatural chicanery of a type which Kawaguchi knew nothing of and cared even less for. What mattered was that this odd creature was a ticket across the ocean, to the United States, and that fulfilling her mother's wishes and protecting her would surely result in meeting newer and more disgusting monsters to dispatch. She accepted the chance given to her greedily, and the two girls departed for America for a quiet location named Washington, Missouri, where a fresh pair of identities as Victoria Cross and Dana Griese awaited them. Her initial nonchalance and ambivalence towards her charge quickly gave way to piqued interest when it appeared that "Victoria" possessed some demonology acumen of her own, and she accepted her guard duty with even more zeal than she had before in the hopes of accompanying her ward on some of her hunts.

Sure enough, in the eighteen months since they had left Kobe for Washington (a town which, to much confusion and consternation on Dana's part, had no monuments, history, boutiques or undead Senators) Victoria Cross proved herself to be quite the weirdness magnet, joining up with a group of other American misfits in an attempt to protect the town and its citizens from all sorts of vampires, demons, and other oddities.

And, in keeping with both of her life's primary directives, the artist formerly known as Kawaguchi was alongside her young mistress for every hunt.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Character tab updated.

One more accepted character from starting the IC. Two more from considering the game "full" for now.

@Ruby

My sheet should be done tonight.

[IntCheck] Persona - Academic Akrasia

I'll reclaim my spot as Empress for this.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

the cutest little devil ever

grat's alright too