Potemking

Pokémon: New Horizons

Reposting for the selection process after all the CS's are up.

The Devoted Researcher

Isla Gavins

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_{"Research, battles, and new-land exploration! Och, what a lovely time this'll be!"
Theme Of A Researcher X Battle With A Researcher}
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Name:

Isla Gavins

Age:

24

Gender:

Female

Home Region:

Galar

Appearance:

Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at just over 160lbs, Isla sports a head of messy shoulder-length ginger hair complemented with a pair of big, brown eyes. Her fair complexion gives a nice brightness to her smooth skin, allowing her rosy-red cheeks to be clear for anyone to see. Smiles are her go-to expression, cheery demeanor keeping her lips curved as she expresses her curiosity through slight raises of her brows to whatever she's eyeing at the moment. She stands straight, having good posture that allows her full height to be expressed without fail to everyone she meets.

Her usual attire consists of a yellow shirt with black stripes, under a light waist-long jacket with a skirt that remains slightly above her knees in length. Her bright legs are darkened and fully covered by her gray stockings, leading down to a pair of black dress shoes. She has a bulkier yellow coat for colder weather stowed away, along with jeans and general sleepwear for when she's not on the road.

For accessories, she's always carrying around a bag for her clothing and writing supplies. The bag having a few patches on it, marking trips to both Sinnoh and Orre. It also has some initials on it, from an unspecified "D.L" and "R.R", the former having a small smile beside it while the latter is littered by hearts around the letters. A chain dangles around her neck with a fully-colored steel Chansey as it's vocal point, and she has a air of small hoop earrings that are usually hidden by her hair.

Personality:

Enthusiastic is the simplest way to describe Isla. She's an eager individual, always on the move and ready to spring into action. Nothing excites her like exploration and Pokemon research, the girl willing to go to dramatic length to get her answers and not letting small things like fear get in the way of science. This obsession with research can lead to her spacing out and occasionally rambling off as she takes notes, falling out of a conversation if her mind wanders too far.

Not to say she'd willingly ignore someone: She's kind, one to look out for others as a fair and generally simplistic person. Trouble is not something she can turn away from, a mother hen that's willing to stick her nose in any situation to try and solve it, especially when someone is in danger. Her tolerance for unnecessary violence outside of a sportsman competition between trainers is zilch: Seeing a mistreated Pokemon or person will get her to bare her fangs of aggression and step up to tell someone off, or worse if it comes to it.

While not bossy, she's happy to make suggestions she'd think are best for other people, even if they don't accept it. Attitude directed at her can be met with a hint of sass, though she'll generally disregard it as someone still having some growing to do if they think they need to be aggressive to make a point. Such approaches yield no results with her, the woman not willing to budge to someone trying to force her hand unless the situation was truly dire. To which if extremes were taken, she'd not be one to forgive such a thing.

Scientific side being the key to her adult conversations, she's got a gentle tone to calm younger crowds as well. Always ready to put the kettle on for a conversation, or cook up a storm when presented with the opportunity, she has a way of easily making connections over time. Supportive of people's goals and endeavors, it brings her joy to see others grow: And it brings a hint of sadness to see someone fall off their path and stagnate.

She takes a gentle approach to Pokemon, too. Wanting to get close and study their habits though her friendliness sometimes can get her chased off. She's smarter than to go try and observe an Ursaring up close, but when it comes to smaller Pokemon she's willing to try and slowly slip into the scene to get a closer look, even if it means peeking out of a tree to get a good look at the subject of her study.

And no matter where her studies take her, that smile of hers is sure to follow.

Pokémon

The Sudden Supporter

Name:

Conch

Species:

Slowbro (Galarian)

Gender:

Male

Ability:

Quick Draw

Moves:

• Heal Pulse
• Shell Side Arm
• Disable
• Zen Headbutt
• Reflect
• Light Screen

The Six Knights

Name:

Cadets

Species:

Falinks

Gender:

Male

Ability:

Defiant

Moves:

• No Retreat
• Iron Head
• Coaching
• First Impression
• Beat Up
• Agility

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

TEAM CHAOTIX

South City, Heading To Green Hill

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Vector's eyes widened a little bit at the offer, a smile curving onto his crocodile face. Living the backstage MVP life for a simple job like this? He liked the sound of that, even if he hadn't planned on going to the festival prior. That'd be a good reason, most certainly, and he was pretty sure it'd motivate the boys too. "Ain't one to decline a gift like that! We'll take it." This brought Vector to putting a hand near his mouth, trying to 'amplify' his already extremely loud voice. "Y'hear that, boys? You get this job done and it's backstage passes for the festival!"

Charmy looked back for a moment, the offer hyping him up big time. "For real?!" He questioned, wind of Mina passing him up to catch up with Amy causing him to flip in the air, as his excitement grew. It was cool enough not only being able to watch it, or heck, meet Mina Mongoose on the streets like this, but now backstage passes for finding Sonic?! Oh, you bet the little guy was revved up and ready to go. Except, Mina and Amy were speeding ahead. And that meant they could find Sonic first; What if he didn't get the pass if they went ahead and got sight of him?

Thinking fast, Charmy latched onto Espio's back. "Step on the gas, we gotta get those passes!" He demanded, pointing forward.

Espio glared up at Charmy with mild annoyance. "If you want it so badly, you ought to catch up to them."

"I don't need to do that! 'Cause I know how to get a burst of speed outta you!"

Espio was confused by this response, up until he felt a sharp sting on his backside. His eyes nearly shot out of his head from the sudden attack from Charmy's stinger, his legs quickly moving forward and picking up a lot of speed. The Ninja's agility was being put to embarrassing use, the adrenalin from the attack causing him to easily bypass both Amy and Mina as they sped towards those hills. All they could hear was some disgruntled pain from Espio as he went by, with Charmy waving a hand in the air, laughing: "Yeah! High-ho, Espio!"

A sweatdrop of embarrassment from the display, and the fact all the speedsters left him behind, Vector paused for a moment as he was now too far for the Sling Rings to make a connection. He looked back at Cream, nervously laughing. "Guess I'm taking the slow route! Tell your mother I said hello, yeah?" A small chortle escaping him, Vector began to make his way towards Green Hill, now trailing quite a ways behind, but just because he was a big guy with a big brain didn't mean he couldn't gain some decent speed. He just wasn't much compared to most frontrunners.

I can't believe they DITCHED me! He would complain to himself, noting to not buy their meals on the company dime next time, if they were just going to ditch their boss.

Pokémon: New Horizons [Interest Check // NOT Searching]

Been working on a draft for my character since I showed interest, figured I'd post the progress here. Some things will potentially change but I like where I'm at currently.

The Devoted Researcher

Isla Gavins

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_{"Research, battles, and new-land exploration! Och, what a lovely time this'll be!"
Theme Of A Researcher X Battle With A Researcher}
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Name:

Isla Gavins

Age:

24

Gender:

Female

Home Region:

Galar

Appearance:

Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at just over 160lbs, Isla sports a head of messy shoulder-length ginger hair complemented with a pair of big, brown eyes. Her fair complexion gives a nice brightness to her smooth skin, allowing her rosy-red cheeks to be clear for anyone to see. Smiles are her go-to expression, cheery demeanor keeping her lips curved as she expresses her curiosity through slight raises of her brows to whatever she's eyeing at the moment. She stands straight, having good posture that allows her full height to be expressed without fail to everyone she meets.

Her usual attire consists of a yellow shirt with black stripes, under a light waist-long jacket with a skirt that remains slightly above her knees in length. Her bright legs are darkened and fully covered by her gray stockings, leading down to a pair of black dress shoes. She has a bulkier yellow coat for colder weather stowed away, along with jeans and general sleepwear for when she's not on the road.

For accessories, she's always carrying around a bag for her clothing and writing supplies. The bag having a few patches on it, marking trips to both Sinnoh and Orre. It also has some initials on it, from an unspecified "D.L" and "R.R", the former having a small smile beside it while the latter is littered by hearts around the letters. A chain dangles around her neck with a fully-colored steel Chansey as it's vocal point, and she has a air of small hoop earrings that are usually hidden by her hair.

Personality:

Enthusiastic is the simplest way to describe Isla. She's an eager individual, always on the move and ready to spring into action. Nothing excites her like exploration and Pokemon research, the girl willing to go to dramatic length to get her answers and not letting small things like fear get in the way of science. This obsession with research can lead to her spacing out and occasionally rambling off as she takes notes, falling out of a conversation if her mind wanders too far.

Not to say she'd willingly ignore someone: She's kind, one to look out for others as a fair and generally simplistic person. Trouble is not something she can turn away from, a mother hen that's willing to stick her nose in any situation to try and solve it, especially when someone is in danger. Her tolerance for unnecessary violence outside of a sportsman competition between trainers is zilch: Seeing a mistreated Pokemon or person will get her to bare her fangs of aggression and step up to tell someone off, or worse if it comes to it.

While not bossy, she's happy to make suggestions she'd think are best for other people, even if they don't accept it. Attitude directed at her can be met with a hint of sass, though she'll generally disregard it as someone still having some growing to do if they think they need to be aggressive to make a point. Such approaches yield no results with her, the woman not willing to budge to someone trying to force her hand unless the situation was truly dire. To which if extremes were taken, she'd not be one to forgive such a thing.

Scientific side being the key to her adult conversations, she's got a gentle tone to calm younger crowds as well. Always ready to put the kettle on for a conversation, or cook up a storm when presented with the opportunity, she has a way of easily making connections over time. Supportive of people's goals and endeavors, it brings her joy to see others grow: And it brings a hint of sadness to see someone fall off their path and stagnate.

She takes a gentle approach to Pokemon, too. Wanting to get close and study their habits though her friendliness sometimes can get her chased off. She's smarter than to go try and observe an Ursaring up close, but when it comes to smaller Pokemon she's willing to try and slowly slip into the scene to get a closer look, even if it means peeking out of a tree to get a good look at the subject of her study.

And no matter where her studies take her, that smile of hers is sure to follow.

Pokémon

The Sudden Supporter

Name:

Conch

Species:

Slowbro (Galarian)

Gender:

Male

Ability:

Quick Draw

Moves:

• Heal Pulse
• Shell Side Arm
• Disable
• Zen Headbutt
• Reflect
• Light Screen

The Six Knights

Name:

Cadets

Species:

Falinks

Gender:

Male

Ability:

Defiant

Moves:

• No Retreat
• Iron Head
• Coaching
• First Impression
• Beat Up
• Agility

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

• For Empress, I don't actually know about there being a connection to ice element myself, since the only Empress character I recall off the top of me head has the Psychokinesis element. I can tell you right now we don't have anyone specializing in ice though, so it's available

@Lugubrious

I think this comes from P3, because the Empress party member is Ice-element.

Most arcana aren't locked to an element, they just tend to have certain elements or physical/magical focus compared to other arcana. (Magician is a great example, as throughout the series the character associated with it has shifted from Fire, to Electricity, to Wind. Expect Ice in P6 or something lmao)

Pokémon: New Horizons [Interest Check // NOT Searching]

A little more unique than the canon region romps you usually see. I'll start thinkin' on a character for this one.

World of Light

LOCATION:The Maw - The Depths, Underwater
WORD COUNT:456(+1 EXP)
MENTIONS:

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While Mirage's backwards adventure had proven safe enough, he was pondering where his other self had gone. He'd known kinda where the controls were too, right? So he should've came this way. But instead it had split off to go to the bottom, Mirage's light not picking up on the creepy water lady or their diving suit companion. They didn't have time to worry much, however, as they had a mission to finish. Junior slipped through fine in the submarine, but the BULL was a bit of a tighter fit for the doorway. Instead of going fully through, Mirage used the BULL to block the entrance, doorway meaning their faceless stalker had a lot less angles to strike from.

"Junior should be working on draining the water," He informed the others, so they knew progress was being made. However, this was soon followed up by a moment of panic as the water lady made it clear she had intended to attack from above: The blocked doorway keeping her away from Junior but that frustration was clear as it obviously wanted to get by still. He yelped in response to it entering his view, deciding to attempt to fend it off as best he could. Let's see how y'like these precision pincers! Crossed Mirage's mind as the robot carried his thoughts into actions: The BULL's appendages lashing out in an attempt to snatch up the girl before she could find a way to slip by.

As Mirage took action to defend Junior, it turned out that stuff was happening on the surface too. The shaking was enough to almost make Mirage fall out of the pilot seat, but he kept steady as his grabbing effort continued. Bella's uncertainty at a certain noise that seemed to be crumpling through the vents was worrisome, but all he could manage at the moment was a minor update again. "If something does, we just have to last a little longer! The water should be draining any second now-- Damn it, stand still!" He cut off his update to voice his frustrations at his underwater opponent.

He had to leave the rest topside to the others. The creature emerging from the vent was alarming less because of the thuds and more because of Rika's reaction: Head jerking towards her for the shriek and then towards the noise that came with tossing a television. He was paranoid, but knew there were a lot more of them topside than at the bottom. So he had to work where he could, and trust the others could secure the top. Otherwise he was pretty exposed to an attack, and a mixture of fragile human body and worsening hunger meant a physical blow wouldn't yield good results right now.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

@Lugubrious

I'd be up for having a server, though I'm fine either way.

Overall things are looking pretty good! I'm excited to see what else we get cbaracter-wise

World of Light

LOCATION:Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
WORD COUNT: 1,061(+2 EXP)
MENTIONS: Laharl, Jesse, Midna

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Simple strategy was all that was needed against an almost mindless foe like this one. The fireballs weren't an unexpected attack considering the summon's appearance, though he felt his freshly closed wounds get grazed with heat from the retort. While the pain caused Mao to grit his teeth, it at least hadn't been something that'd tear open those injuries: Instead the heat crisping that flesh might've kept him sealed up a bit better! Unfortunately, this would cause a persistent stinging pain, and against his knowing, getting struck in those areas would hurt even worse now. But his own battle was almost won, he just needed to take this a little farther.

And that he did: After connecting with his weapon, Mao went into a full-rounded swing, the damage from the first attack being enough to stagger the Atronach for his spin to connect with another slash in the same section as before: Cutting deeper, and the result of that being the Atronach not having enough of a midsection left to keep itself upright. Instead, it's upper body flopped backwards against the wall, it's legs slumping forward until it was onto it's knees. The forward motion was enough to let the upper half slide from the wall, leaving the wall singed as it practically folded in half from the result of the second attack, beginning to lose it's flame and instead crumble apart, ashes spilling to the floor as it faded.

Sheathing his blade, Mao was about to return to dealing with the downed Dragonborn: But a chunk of the floor brought itself into the air and yoinked the guy away! Mao's gaze shot to Jesse, watching as she attempted to finish him off, her shot connecting but not fast enough before the Dragonborn used some sort of escape plan, disappearing before their eyes. Damn, one of the cursed ones went and probably killed him. Mao thought, not wanting this to come back to bite him. Though, eyes being relevant now, Jesse's seemed fine. Had that Princess done this, too? Mao could only assume so. Which meant gunning that armored bastard down was a full personal decision, too. That was better than he previously thought.

Overall, this meant their fight was currently over. Not having any idea of how to fix one of these gleaming bastards himself, he went over to Laharl: They'd both been pretty injured by this experience, but it seemed this Overlord didn't have the bright mind to bring healing items! Instead he was sitting here with his arms ready to become chew toys for a dog. "Hope your arms work enough to use this," Mao snarked as he tossed a Hard Candy at his fellow demon, that being the extent of kindness he'd get. Hopefully that'd be enough to at least keep him alive until someone with the ability to actually get rid of the gleam came about.

Turning his attention to Jesse, he walked over, scooping up that axe the Dragonborn left behind during the short trip. The shine from the axe's green blade flashed over Mao's glasses, removing his eyes from view for a moment until he flipped it, handle held out towards Jesse, as it'd been her finish unfortunately. He was too proud to admit that the warrior had deceived him and bought time for that escape plan, and like hell he was going to thank her for interfering with his fight, but Jesse's blast probably put an end to him either way. Someone else that wouldn't hesitate in the heat of the moment was much more acceptable than people like that irritating furry-creature that'd gone with the other team. He'd have to get mad at someone else for the casualties on this one. Mao kept to the script.

"Guess he's taken care of." Mao noted the Dragonborn had been durable, stronger than he expected by a long shot. He could only hope the guy couldn't survive getting a shotgun blast to the chest, or he'd probably be extremely angry the next time he ran into the two Yellow members that put a beatdown on him. But he wouldn't be getting up quick, wherever he was. Overall this was genuinely unfortunate, as Mao would've appreciated a first-hand example of what happened to folks that died here, considering the Demon he had recruited to his ranks prior through a Spirit. There'd be other opportunities, he assumed. Plenty of time to study these things.

Snapping back from his thoughts, Mao easily picked up on the sound of Ciella and Amara ending their battle. His head turned, wondering if 'his' team was winning or losing. Though with the numbers in their favor it probably didn't matter. "Sounds like that's where I'm going next," Mao noted aloud, heading towards the commotion with or without the axe, depending on Jesse's own choice on taking it.

It seemed that everything was over by the time the Dragonborn was dealt with, though. They seemed to be making their way back to the front of the building, marking the battle as over. Well, the bee and that hedgehog were still missing, but where they went, Mao himself wasn't sure. What Mao could notice was that there weren't more bodies coming out of the conference chamber than those that went in. In fact, aside from Ciella's appearance change, the number seemed the same aside from their enemies being out of the picture.

"Looks like we're not filling out the ranks today." Mao remarked, not particularly caring about this outcome as it was how he would've handled it with no restrictions in place. His gaze met with Midna, figuring since she wanted to play parole officer he'd report to her in particular. "That old armored guy used something to retreat, but not before she put a hole in his chest." Mao gestured back to Jesse with a thumb, not wanting to be barked at over the assumed casualty. "Though that wasn't before he turned Laharl into a meat slab for his axe to carve. I made sure he isn't dead, but I don't have the supplies left to get him into decent shape." Well, his two leftover Hard Candies might've at least helped, but he'd already given out one. He made sure Laharl was alive, and that was about all he'd do. Someone else could fix him up further, or maybe take advantage to cure that gleaming curse of his.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Contract: Dakota Rhett

Human

Name: Dakota Rhett

Age: 22

Arcana: The Star

Appearance: Standing at 165cm and weighing in at just under 130lbs, Dakota isn't the tallest guy you'll see in a crowd. Sporting brown eyes and a head of black hair with orange highlights that goes nearly down to the center of his back, he has a fair complexion and smooth skin to give him a rather childish face to go with his pearly-white smile. His posture isn't too bad, though he does slouch on occasion, mostly when stomping about or just moping. An exposed torso would show some surgery scars, a rather jarring sight compared to the rest of his body which seems pristine and well-cared for.

A fan of darker colors despite his highlights, the majority of his clothes lineup is a mixture of black and greys, an undershirt in black for his waistcoat in gray, though sporting the usual colorful blue jeans in most situations, boot-cut to not cover up a pair of brown shoes, full upper leather though not exactly the priciest if you cared enough to know that sort of thing.

For accessories, he's usually wearing a silver chain or two on his neck, and a pair of sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt. An assortment of small rubber armbands usually jiggling loosely on his wrists, mainly seeming to be freebies from occasional concerts. He also has a silver stud in his left ear, though lacks any other piercings. The only other notable difference to the average joe is his black fingernails.

Personality: Dakota is an enthusiastic and kindhearted individual, the sort to help you carry something when you're overburdened, or at least hold a door open. Simply walking away is something he isn't able to do easily, his usual joyful demeanor perhaps laying on the niceness a little thick sometimes, even if it's all genuine. One could consider him annoying, but he'd mostly brush this off depending on how harsh it's said. He understands personal space, and while he's happy to invade it for what he thinks is a good cause, he's also self-aware enough to realize enough is enough and back away when he's bothering someone.

One to overly romanticize a situation, occasionally he can come off as a bit of a ditz with his joyful antics. He finds momentary joy in small things, trying to stay optimistic. He's also a passionate soul, especially when it comes to music. The joy it brings to him and those around him is something irreplaceable, giving him life like nothing else. Recent developments have taken a lot of that away, but he's stubborn and determined enough to keep singing as a part of his life, even with the strife it causes.

Despite the positivity he likes to exert, attempting to stop him from enjoying his favorite things in life can lead to mild aggressiveness on his part: Wanting to push himself for the sake of his life's passion. Despite the fact he talks big however, he's not exactly brave enough to push himself too far for his own personal enjoyment, considering himself a coward for not putting himself on the line for what he loves. Not one to want to bother other people means he doesn't often confide in them, leading to a lot of pent up irritation that is boiling over at this current point in his life.

Regardless of his frustrations, he tries his best for other people. A friend that'd have your back, a person that will listen despite not knowing how to communicate about his own issues very well. He'd much rather pull other people out of feeling the same way he does by doing anything he can, than see them suffering as well. He's not so naive to think it's just as easy as giving a pep talk, though...

Bio: Dakota was born into a middle-class household, with a busy father and mother. This left him mostly raised by his grandmother, who gave him the love and support he needed to grow into a half-decent young man like he is today. Though his grandmother wasn't always the playful sort, instead trying to find distractions for the young boy, one of which was always effective was the radio. Music in general caught on with him from an early age, from him boogieing down in his living room as a five year old, to the actually musically interested boy he became as time passed.

He often sang around the house, while at the store, sometimes even in school which got him into trouble on occasion. He fiddled with multiple instruments over the years, but always found the most comfort with his singing voice, starting to look to express himself in any way he could. One such way was doing musical covers and uploading them online for others to see. (Under the username Rhetty) He wasn't astoundingly popular, but for being the older teen he was, it made him happy. This evolved into him getting into a small band (Simply called 'The Spark') with some friends, dividing his time between his online content and pulling off small gigs across town with his pals. It was a life worth living, and he appreciated it to no end.

On occasion, he would feel chest pains, or shortness of breath. Where others showed concern, he insisted he was fine and that nothing was wrong. He was simply tired from the performances they put on, is all. But uncertainty kept in his mind when it also happened around his home, his ever-older growing grandmother expressing her own worries. Feeling fine, or at least insisting to himself he was, he ignored such concerns to instead press on with his gigs.

This all started going downhill, unfortunately. A moment of pride, Dakota getting wound up over some words that lead to a competition with an opposing band. Not a huge event by any means, but to the groups involved it was serious business. He put his heart into his vocals, but was never intended to finish the event: The pain in his chest had been bad from the start, and only got worse the further in they got. Immense fatigue brought him to the ground, an ambulance being called, and thankfully responding in time to take in the boy and save his life.

The doctor said it was 'primary spontaneous pneumothorax', a lung puncture that they couldn't identify the exact cause of. It took 8 weeks of recovery for him to leave with instructions that hurt his soul. His singing career was on hold indefinitely, as too much work on his lungs after the incident could cause damage to his heart, or another puncture. He'd never sing again, at least in such a loud and vigorous fashion as he was passionate about. It was devastating, and left him feeling quite empty. He only hoped to find some sort of comfort once he was out of the hospital, though nothing of the sort happened.

His band left him behind. A subtle guise of him needing rest trying to block the louder fact that a low-performance vocalist was useless to them. Word traveled fast and nobody else wanted him, either. Growing frustrated, he's tried to keep his content online flowing smoothly along, but even that began to hit a snag as his condition keeps him from delivering on his usual schedule, finding his comments littered with numerous insults and complaints that only killed his energy further, making it hard to find any sort of comeback. Trapped between thinking of himself as weak and cowardly for not pushing himself harder, and being afraid of the effects of pushing him self in such a way, he hasn't yet found any sort of reprieve from these events.

He's come to Waterfront University in the hope of finding something else to do with his life, or at least be distracted by classes as to not waste his life just sitting around. He's been unable to focus since arriving, and doesn't seem to be making much progress on discovering an alternate lifepath for himself. Some might wonder if this was a waste of what resources he had, and that by the end he'd be just as lost as when he started. He could definitely see it as a possibility.

Scars: Check the literal scars on his torso. It's a reminder that what's under there is worthless to achieve his goals, and that he'll never amount to a singing star like he wanted to. Not able to do a full song cover or jog too far without nearly falling over from a need for air has lead him to losing the small popularity he had, and he now sits in the shadow of his former self, envious and upset at himself for being weak enough to let this happen. Especially since there's no fixing it back to pristine condition, meaning there's no road back to where he was.

Shadow

Appearance: Shadow Dakota takes his aesthetic to a new level, strapped head-to-toe in clothes flowing with legitimate neon lights that could blind a person looking at him for too long. A brightly-colored jumpsuit with a popped collar, and a large scarf that flows in a wind that seems to just exist by his mere presence. He has star-shaped shades, except the lenses are shattered, revealing his yellow eyes for all to see. His hair is in a ponytail, with the mess atop his head being slicked back. His chains and stud are both golden in color rather than Dakota's regular silver.

If it were to be angered, who knows what it could potentially turn into? One could pray that nobody has to find out.

Personality: Shadow Dakota is all the anger his weaker self allows to build up. His tone is bombastic, always posing with his mic and shouting out that nobody controls him, and only he makes the rules. All the pride he has in himself and his former abilities come out here, believing himself to truly be the cream of the crop, just damned by fate. He is willing to violently lash out at anyone who would endanger his way of life, wanting to say to hell with fate! He carves his own path, no matter the cost! Having no time for sniveling or cowardice when he just wishes to feel full from his previous occupation.

He tires of feeling the need to please everyone: Wishing to live for himself at any cost, as why is there a need to have any fear or regard for safety? Put it all on the line, just for the sake of enjoying life for whatever time's left! These are the things Shadow Dakota lives for, and though put to extremes beyond their limits, they are in some regard thoughts that reside in Dakota, too. In the end, in the way Dakota has wandered to University to try and find a path now that he's lost, Shadow Dakota has lost himself in his passion and expresses the madness such disregard for life can cause.

Territory: A star needs his place to perform... Shadow Dakota's territory is essentially a wide stage inside an entertainment hall, where he eternally rocks on as shadows cheer as a crowd and submit to his every whim. The only sources of light being the flashing neon lights in the sky, serving as both a presentation for Shadow Dakota and as searchlights for potential intruders to his domain. If someone were to get backstage through a side route, they'd find that there's a perfectly average backroom. A place where, perhaps, Shadow Dakota lets his guard down. A place where he calms, to an extent, and relaxes.

But a star always wishes for you to keep your eyes on stage, and never think about the potential troubles in the back...

Metaverse

An individual who rode the winds of freedom, but was torn from their chosen path by force. Strums of a lyre offer an assortment of supportive spells, while the enemies of those it supports falls to the free wind it still wields.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

@Mistress Dizzy

From the Int Check, current Arcana in use are Star, Hermit, and Chariot.