Persona: Frequency

"Hello there listeners. This is 99.5, the JUNO station. My name's DJ Alice and I'll be broadcasting on this frequency twenty fours a day, seven days a week. We'll discuss current events, pop culture, and when you're lucky, a drama featuring some of the most talented actors in Japan!"

With that, the JUNO radio station started to air. No one knew it was coming. No one knew where DJ Alice was broadcasting from. People were entranced by it though. Soon, there was no one in the town of Kio that wasn't tuning into hear the woman speak. When she announced their first drama was to air, a frenzy grew over the town. People closed their shops and school was canceled for the first day. It featured a young girl trapped in a forest, being chased by faceless shadows. They wanted to make her one of them. The chase went on several days. Everyone was amazed by the detail, the acting, the numerous situations the girl got into. Then, to everyone's surprise, the story ended with the girl being murdered by the shadows and becoming one of them.

During the same time period as the drama, a young girl by the name of Ginger Lewis, a British exchange student, had gone missing. The police were reluctant to look for her because they didn't want to miss the drama. They figured she had ran away as there were reports she was unhappy being in Japan. However, the same day the drama had ended, her body was found. The most peculiar aspect of the murder was the way she died: her body was hung up on a tree, three blades driven through her body: one in her chest, one in each wrist. Shock waves quickly flew through the town. Had someone become so entranced with the story they had found the girl and murdered her in a copycat fashion. Soon, a British diplomat arrived with Ginger's parents and demanded an explanation. The police went into overdrive but couldn't find any clues.

Meanwhile, at Izanami High, the local high school, the rumors behind Ginger's death flew into overdrive. She had only been a student there for year, but she had made quite the impression as one of the few white students in the school. She was shy, unfriendly to some, and could often be found crying in the girl's bathroom.

The students were particularly puzzled with the fact she just vanished for four days, then suddenly appeared in the middle of park, murdered. No one reported seeing her enter the park with anyone... A day or two passed, and the buzz began to die down. DJ Alice had announced the next drama would start in two days and the town almost seemed to forget about the murder and began to buzz about what would happen in the next drama...



Our story begins with the excitement over the next drama taking over the town. We will play high school students who become involved in the story as it's revealed that this mysterious radio show has more sinister motives.

Loki, Chibi-chan, and I already have spots in this RP. We are open to two-three more members, depending on the quality of the sign ups we receive.

Character's Name-
Character's Age- (First Year, Second Year, or Third Year High School Students)
Appearance-
History-
Personality-
RP Example- (Will ask for if we are unaware of your role playing style.

Persona's Name-
Persona's Arcana- List of possible arcana here
Persona's Specialty- [Lightning/Ice/Fire/Wind/Dark/Light] and [Physical/Healing/Magic/Balance]
Persona's Appearance-

We would like to begin ASAP, so sign up now.

Please have some sort of Persona knowledge.

Hm. I would like to sign up, but may I ask a few questions?

1.) Do you want prior knowledge of Persona.. (Like to have played it before?)
2.) If not, can you tell me exactly the Arcana thing is?

Well, I'd like some sort of Persona knowledge if you're going to sign up. There's Wiki stuff out there you can read up on.

Also, I added a link to the first post that lists all of the arcana.

Okay then. Expect a sign-up from me. I get the general jist of it(kinda weird shooting yourself in the head) to change into your persona. But hey, that it what makes it unique.

well since I love Persona, Loki, GOoMHPU! and Chibi, I'll totally have to sign up

Character's Name - Shinji

Character's Age - 17 (that's like 2nd year?)

Appearance - Shinji is your average pale skinned, tall, slim (with a bit of muscle on him) boy with short brown messy hair, brown eyes, wears a black stylish shirt and black pants with boots and a spiral shell necklace as his good luck charm and wears his blue glasses from time to time

History - Shinji has spent most of his life in Kio or so he can remember, spending all his time alone staring into the sky as a kid until he reached high school where he started socializing more and making new friends

Personality - Shinji's personality has always been seen as a laid back person who goes with the flow whenever something is thrown at him, though he has been seen serious depending on the current situation that is around him

RP Example - Shinji looked puzzle by <insert Loki's character name here> question, with no time to think of a reasonable answer he quickly replied "ummm... three?"

Persona's Name - Zetsubou

Persona's Arcana - Fool

Persona's Specialty - Dark and Magic

Persona's Appearance - Zetsubou's appearance is that of a humanoid looking body (except the claw like hands) with a stylish dark suit with a black cloak and a stylish helmet covering his head and a sword in the right hand and also wears black boots

work in progress

Character's Name- 琥珀響 Kohaku Hibiki

Character's Age- 17 - 2nd year

Appearance- Despite his history, Hibiki now has the appearance of a regular, harmless highschool student. Plain in terms of looks, most of Hibiki's appeal is natural, as he hardly cares about his appearance anymore. With light black hair that has been cut into a handful of layers, his hair appears to be styled thanks to the fact that they flip out when he doesn't properly dry it after showering- which he never does, because it's quite the waste of time in his opinion. His bangs are long and hang past his eyes, so he prefers to shove the strands up and away from his face. Obedient and easily controllable, Hibiki's hair will usually do as he wants it to, or perhaps will naturally settle into an acceptable hairstyle that doesn't appear as if he's just woken up. Without his old signature glare, the teen's eyes are less menacing, their steely gray color still retaining that little unfriendly edge that was quite normal just years earlier. Slightly tanned, Hibiki was mostly active at night during his past and so was rarely exposed to much sunlight, but as of the past few years, his fresh air has been acquired through baseball practice in the bright sun- and some days, he simply decides not to wear sunscreen. Scars on his face are still somewhat visible, but Hibiki uses some scar removal medicine on these almost ritualistically, and so they've faded somewhat in comparison to the prominent scars on the rest of his body, which he often makes a point to hide to the best of his powers. Thanks to his times on the streets, Hibiki has a strong build to go with his awkwardly tall stature- the two balance out, but his lack of strenuous physical activity for the past few years and a dwindling appetite has thinned him out somewhat. He has very little body fat, and most of his weight consists of muscle, as he's started watching what he eats like a hawk watches it's chicks. His normal sense of fashion still has reminiscent traces of his rebellious times however- wallet chains, studded belts, and steel jewelry sitting in his drawer often end up appearing in his outfits whenever he's not at school. His right ear is pierced, though he rarely wears anything in it due to the fact that jewelry is not allowed at school. [link]

History- Born to extremely poor parents, life was difficult from morning to night. As he grew steadily older, he became more and more rebellious, fighting constantly with his parents and leaving the house for weeks on end. School was of no consequence to him- he rarely attended. With his hair bleached blonde and an angry glare constantly etched into his face, Hibiki was a known terror in his neighborhood, running with a group of other violent delinquents who couldn't stand authority- and most of all, their home lives. He slept on the streets more often than not, and was quite adept at beating up anyone and everyone who got on his nerves. He was known not by name, but called "Iron Prince". It didn't matter to him- after all, his parents didn't care either, so he reasoned. Arrested twice, but released thanks to smooth talking, Hibiki lost faith in adults, seeing them all as schemers who wanted to do him in. They were enemies through and through, more than even that arrogant punk that constantly tried to step into his territory. He become explosive in temperament, and returned not but once a week at times, saying nothing to his parents and simply leaving after getting a change of clothes, or maybe a meal. He didn't see that having a place to return to at all was a blessing, and so his life continued on a one-way trip to a complete wreckage. He barely passed each grade with the lowest grades he could get, a sign that he was surely brilliant, but unwilling to work with himself to excel. Teachers gave up hope on him quickly after his first year in middle school, and became edgy and hostile around him. They preferred him not to attend at all, but Hibiki wasn't about to get held back. He attended the bare minimum, and during his last year of middle school, he successfully distanced everyone from himself after beating a rival gang leader to an absolute pulp- nearly sending him to the next life with his pent up frustration. Frustration that seemed to build and build with every passing second. Covered in blood, cuts, and bruises at the station, Hibiki's life crashed headlong into a dead end. He learned that the parents of the other boy had pleaded for his case- to let him go without this incident on his record. It had brought their child back to earth they said. It wasn't right, they said, to sentence a boy without a family to a reform school.

Without a family was true enough for Hibiki. He'd never called his parents by "Mother" and "Father" since he'd turned 10. He'd rarely seen them, hardly knew what they even looked like anymore. But he hadn't thought it was literal. He could never forget their faces after he saw their dead bodies in the hospital directly after leaving the station. It was a sick convenience, their death. He'd escaped reform school yet again thanks to them, and gotten off clean for something that was ten times worse than anything he'd ever done before. He'd met adults who weren't out to get him, who had forgiven him for something even he was feeling –a little- guilty about. And then the white sheets and white faces and disgusting smell of formaldehyde hit him all at once. Hibiki didn't cry. He was too disgusted with himself to feel any pity for himself. He, who had abandoned these two people who had actually fed his worthless self when he came home. He, who had caused these two people a lifetime of nightmares and trouble. He, who had never given them anything to be proud of. These two people who had died by two nooses hung from the ceiling. He was convinced the reason this had happened was him. At fifteen, Hibiki seemed to have nothing left to himself. Beating people up wasn't quite as satisfying as it used to be, as he quickly found out immediately after leaving the hospital. His friends seemed pathetically boring and repetitive. His enemies were wary of him, itching to challenge him, but the news of the half dead kid still fresh in their minds. Adults who looked at him with no pity in their eyes, insulting him as he walked past. Problem child. Nightmare of a kid. Worthless trash. He didn't bother to correct them, as he usually did with his fists. They were referring to the fact that they thought that his parents had been stupid to keep hoping he'd come back. He'd never considered that they might've been different.

Hibiki lived at the police station for a week as they continued the last pieces of their investigation, and did little more than sleep during this week. He found that he would be staying with his uncle and aunt from now on- the two of which were both extremely wary of this wild boy they'd heard about. He said nothing to them, but not because he refused to speak to them. He said nothing because he was busy thinking of ways to make himself perfect. Recalling every word that teachers and adults had ever said to him, the he should study more, stop fighting, stop smoking, he wanted to do it all.

And so he did. His uncle and aunt were surprised that he was such an excellent student, as they'd seen his previous grades which had been anything but stellar. He worked harder than everyone else, putting his frustration through creating impossible math problems and reading long chapters of textbooks on every subject. He topped the test grades in the last semester of middle school, but the damage had been done. He was unable to redeem himself in his school, but highschool was a new slate. His mediocre grades from before shot any chances of him entering a prestigious highschool, but he managed to get into a respectable school, choosing the best from the list available to him: Izanami High School. Determined to make himself perfect in this school, he quickly became every teacher's favorite student, and despite his irritable personality, made quite a handful of friends, though they were rather acquaintances than friends. It was through them that Hibiki learned of this radio funny business, with DJ Alice, and whatever went on when radio shows played. He didn't particularly care. He had no interest in things like that, but his uncle and aunt were fervent fans, and encouraged him to give it a listen on the day everything was shut down for that stupid drama. Annoyed that everyone in this town was irresponsible enough to close up for a day just for a radio show, Hibiki was highly unimpressed by the drama, but faked his interest for his kind guardians who wanted him to find interest in something other than school. He paid Ginger's murder no mind. It was just a coincidence, some crazy DJ Alice fan trying to imitate the drama. It wasn't like things like this were never on the news.

It was a radio show- completely unrelated in Hibiki's opinion.

Personality- A very serious young man, Hibiki is not very adept at handling the childish and foolish antics of his fellow classmates. He demands perfection from everyone, and expects nothing less than that. Hibiki's book smarts are easily one of the best in the entire school, and he repeatedly earns high marks on his exams, going out on top of the lists during lull seasons when there aren't any extra activities that he needs to exert his effort for, such as student council. His athletic skills are apparently mediocre, kept up only by the fact that he is the manager of the baseball club, and tends to join in on their training so that he can sub in should any desperate situation arise. He dislikes the idea of showing off his speed, strength, and dexterity, due to the fact that this ties back to his distasteful past. Another result of his younger years, Hibiki is very obsessive about being prepared for everything and anything. While he won't sacrifice his pride and dignity for it, he will make subtle preparations that tend to come in handy later on. If he's not sure that he's prepared for the unexpected, he becomes somewhat nervous and anxious, losing his usually cool attitude and great-than-thou persona. Due to his need for certain things to work out just the way he wants them too, Hibiki can become exceedingly irritable at times, to the point where he is simply just one big pain to everyone else as well. He never really notices this problem, as he finds this a very normal reaction to pretty much everything. When something saddens him, he sulks- irritably. When something angers him, he snaps back- irritably. And when he's not feeling anything in particular, you can bet he's finding a way to feel it irritably.

Rather narrow-minded despite his intelligence, Hibiki has very little creativity and space for deviating from what's set in stone. His drawings reach the primitive level of stick figures- and if he really puts in the effort, flabby, thick arms square excuses for humans. Due to repetitive humiliation on part of important skills such as being able to think outside of the box, Hibiki has learned that despite the fact that he is easily smarter than nearly everyone he knows, he can be wrong at times. Admitting that he is wrong and someone else who may not be as intelligent as him is not a problem for the young perfectionist, but it's a careful territory to tread. He is accepting only of corrections that are correct. Should they somehow turn out wrong, Hibiki has a tendency to hold a very annoying grudge over it- again, a normal thought process in his eyes. Working to his limits is a way of life for Hibiki, and he dislikes heading to bed leaving things unfinished. Quite adept at running on low-battery, he normally seems his usual self regardless of the amount of sleep he's gotten. (Though it's another question entirely as to whether his "usual self" is caused by his lack of rest.) However, at times, Hibiki can end up wearing himself out entirely. At these times, he becomes extremely sensitive and delicate. He quickly shows signs of being emotionally unstable with wild mood swings and light-headedness that has caused him to pass out a number of times. He learns fast, but he never understands that moderation is also a form of perfection.

However, in the presence of good friends, Hibiki is a moderately agreeable person- mostly due to the fact that he takes this chance to relax and take a break from his usually strenuous personality. He's yet to be able to label anyone as a "good friend" so far however, so he himself doesn't quite know that he's even capable of relaxing. His smiles and laughs are reserved only for those whom he really trusts and likes, and currently on that short roster is his uncle and aunt, who he still feels unable to relax around.

The kind of people Hibiki likes the most are hard-working, intelligent people who are considerate of others, and people who can teach him new things.


Persona's Name- ZETSUMEI NINGYOU
Persona's Arcana- Death Arcana
Persona's Specialty- Fire/Balance
Persona's Appearance- Rather clown-like in appearance, Zetsumei Ningyou has pure white skin with red make-up around his eyes and on his lips, which are always spread into a sinister, toothless smile. The unfriendly vibe emits from the fact that Zetsumei Ningyou has no iris' or pupils- his white, tapered eyes staring blankly at nothing. His hands and feet are smaller than they normally would be, and he himself is only about half the size of an average grown man. Attached to his small limbs are near-invisible threads that extend upwards into the air, seemingly having no end, but moving when he does as if controlling him. His little ears are pointed like an elf's, white spherical earrings hanging from his lobes. Platinum blonde hair atop his head is pulled back into a flashy black and white butterfly hair tie which holds in place a long pony tail that reaches the small of his back. However, his hair is often swishing about the air, defying gravity and twisting like a snake.
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Character's Name- Channing Pitt
Character's Age- 17 (Second Year)
Appearance- As his homeroom teacher said to him his first day at Izanami High, "Channing, you look like you just stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad." One of Channing's faults is his vanity. He wakes up at least two hours before school to shower, shave, work out, shower again, iron his clothes, gel his hair, brush his teeth, and wax his eyebrows once a week. The effort shows though as he often appears flawless. His blond hair is always neatly styled into a fauxhawk. His mother, being a sales executive in the fashion industry, has access to almost any designer in the world. Channing takes full advantage of his situation and snares whatever clothing appeals to him. Normally, he wears contacts in his vibrant blue eyes, but when the situation calls for it, he can be spotted wearing steel framed glasses. Never one to wear casual clothing, he's always spotted wearing a blazer, dress shirt, tie, dress pants, and dress shoes of varying colors and coordination. His favorite outfit and the one he's most often seen wearing is white blazer, black dress shirt, white tie, white pants, and white dress shoes. He wears a simple golden chain necklace most of the time unless it clashes with his outfit. He has a noticeable birthmark on the left side of his neck that's shaped like a heart. Channing is also missing a nail on his left index finger. When he was four, his house was being remodeled. He was playing in the area where a bunch of bricks were being stored. He moved one which cause some bricks to fall. One fell on his finger and broke it, taking the fingernail with it. If he had to pick one feature on his body he disliked, it would be his feet. Compared to the rest of his large frame (he stands at six feet and two inches and weighs two-hundred and ten pounds), his feet are a measly size eight.
History- He isn't native born to Japan - he grew up in California in the United States. When he was younger, his father was a Senator. Channing spent his time in California, where his father would come back any weekend he could to spend time with his family. Channing was very attached to his mother and his maid, whom he called Nana. His grandparents also lived with them in their estate on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

He always showed a natural affection towards typically feminine activities- make up, clothing, playing house. Worried, his parents pushed him into more masculine activities like baseball and Boy Scouts. Luckily for him, he excelled at these activities as well. As he grew older, he figured out ways to act out his real interests while maintaining what his parents wanted of him in front of others. He was an average student, normally getting around an eighty-five average in middle school.

When he was 16, a new President was elected. His father had close connections to the new President and appointed Channing's father to the Japanese Ambassador position. Not wanting to leave his family behind, they packed up their home and moved to Japan together. At first Channing was resistant to moving. Eventually, after researching Japan more on Wikipedia, his interest in the country grew and he happily agreed to the move.

Being sixteen, he entered Izanami High School as a first year. Luckily for Channing, he wasn't the only transfer student: a girl named Ginger had come to the school from Britain. Unfortunately, she was terribly shy and unhappy, so she generally ignored Channing's advances for friendship. His classmates were fascinated with him: it wasn't everyday a tall, blond man wandered the halls of Izanami High School. His natural talent for sports also landed him in the spotlight. He excelled at baseball, quickly taking over the leadership role on the club team. Girls were fascinated with him and often invited him out on dates. He refused however as he wasn't interested in dating right now. This infuriated his parents, who wanted Channing to find a cute Japanese girlfriend that would look good in any potential photo opportunities. Ever frustrated with his parents attitudes, he continued on with his facade.

One day, he met a classmate named Ichigo Amaragi. He was a thin, quiet boy who was friends with all the girls in school. At first he thought Ichigo was solely a ladies man, but as he got to know the boy, he came to realize he wasn't interested in the women. For the first time in Channing's life, he had met another gay male. Ichigo didn't hide his sexuality. He didn't openly flaunt it for everyone to see, but he wouldn't deny it if someone asked. Channing had come to learn that while there was no open discrimination in Japanese society, it was generally frowned upon to flaunt it at school or work.

Channing began to hang out with Ichigo on a regular basis. Channing started to open up to him, saying he never felt interest in the girls he saw. Ichigo suggested maybe he was gay too. Perplexed, Channing began to wonder that perhaps that's what was "always wrong with him." Time passed on and Channing's feelings began to change for Ichigo. Whenever he saw the boy, his stomach turned into a bunch of knots. When they would walk around the local Junes, they would gentle brush against one another and would both proceed to blush. One night, while walking home from the library, Channing made a move and kissed Ichigo. From that point on, the two have been inseparable, secretly dating. With his parents and societal limitations, Channing could never openly date a guy. But when he was alone with Ichigo, everything felt right.

When Ginger was murdered, it sent shock waves through the Pitt family. Questions arose that perhaps the murderer targeted Ginger because she was a foreigner. Worried, they kept Channing secluded in the house, not allowing him to leave. Frustrated, he spent his time texting Ichigo. Finally, the buzz around the murder passed and Channing began to leave the house again.

However, his interest in the murder didn't wane. For some reason, he felt a strange connection to the murder. One night, he fell asleep at the computer and awoke in a strange place. He was sitting in a limousine, covered in pink velvet. There were two other people in the car who introduced themselves as Igor, an eccentric old man with a long nose, and Margaret, a beautiful blond woman. They explained they were here to guide Channing and several others to their true destiny. They couldn't reveal what his true destiny was, but it was dire that he overcome any challenges coming his way or it could spell the demise of not only Channing, but the entire town of Kio. With a flick of Igor's hand, a strange energy surged inside of Channing. Perplexed, Channing asked what that was. Igor let out a maniacal laugh and said that it would reveal itself when the time was needed.

Channing jolted awake, drenched in sweat. He shook his head and thought that was more than a simple dream. Tired, he moved to his bed, wondering what that dream really meant...
Personality- Channing is a never a man of many words. He's usually calm, collected, and difficult to unsettle. He's good at putting on a facade, no matter the situation. He's grown exceptionally good at lying and will use this to his advantage: whether it's with his parents, Ichigo, or his teachers at school. He never likes to receive compliments and blushes easily. He hates debates and politics as a whole. He loves creative activities like painting, tailoring, and sculpting. He does this mostly on his own in seclusion - not even Ichigo knows of his passion for the arts. Caring for others. He prefers to show these in not-so-obvious ways, like mowing the lawn without being asked, leaving small notes in Ichigo's locker, and having food to bring in for his teachers.
RP Example- lol

Persona's Name- Eir
Persona's Arcana- Priestess
Persona's Specialty- [Ice/Healing/Magic]
Persona's Appearance- Tall, blond, and pale to the point of almost being translucent. She has no mouth, and her eyes are blank. She wears a Valkyrie's helmet on her head. She carries a caduceus in her left hand and short sword in her right. She has a snake wrapped around her right arm, appearing to be an armband at first sight, but upon closer inspection, it's a live snake. Surrounded by a vibrant aura. (Based on a Nordic Goddess of Healing)





That's the fastest I have ever finished a profile. xD

Character's Name- Sayuu Etou
Character's Age- 18- 3rd Year
Appearance- Sayuu's one who goes by the concept that the outer care of a person reflects their inner character. Thus, Sayuu strives for physical perfection. Her hair is a sleek ebony black layered in segments from the front. She normally wears it loose except for when scrubbing the floors of the Shrine when she wears it in a ponytail. Her eyes are a dark shade of blue that can easily brighten up with a warm smile or give a cold stare to a distasteful person. When it comes to her build, Sayuu's fair skin looks pretty delicate, though her everyday cleaning and chores at the Shrine has kept her from being a total wuss. At a medium hight of 5'6", Sayuu is also a rather curvy girl; her slightly larger than normal bust is something she's secretly proud of. When not seen in her school outfit, Sayuu can also be seen in her standard miko outfit along with zori sandals. When going out, Sayuu doesn't like to overdress. Keeping with her miko colors, Sayuu wears a red tank underneath a white hooded jacket accompanied by a denim skirt (not too high mind you). In the hot summer, she'll quickly be out of her modern clothes and switch to her more comfortable yukata. Sayuu doesn't feel the need to wear jewelry; she doesn't need trinkets to make her feel prettier.[x]

History- Sayuu Etou was born into the traditional Etou lineage, a family that had once been known as being the 'message carriers of the gods'. In ages past, the men of the Etou family served as advisers of the Shogun, providing divine council onto the leaders of old. These past generations provided the funding for many Shinto shrines across Japan, the first of which was the Magatsu Shrine in Kio where henceforth, the Etou family resided.

Sayuu's memories of her mother are only made through photos, the old stories told by her father lost within time. Shortly after Sayuu was born, her mother had died from the strain. It was the loss of a motherly figure of which her grandmother, Hisako, felt was necessary to live 'the proper life of a woman'. Thus from birth, Hisako had not only become her grandmother, but also her mother. Not that her father, Haru Etou, wasn't a capable father. In his late twenties at the time Sayuu was born, Haru was an established politician and respectable member of society. Even with the loss of his wife, Haru sought to make Sayuu's life an enjoyable one, but frequently, trips to the capital hindered their time together. Sayuu always looked forward to his return home to hear of the life outside of Kio and the current debates and issues of the government. Hisako had always found such talk to a kid so young as pointless, but Haru never cared for his mother's input. Sayuu had always admired her father and when she grew up, wanted to be the politician that he was. But unfortunately, tragedy struck when she was only eight. While visiting Tokyo on a business trip, Haru was caught in the midst of an anarchist shooting and was fatally shot. The event hit Sayuu straight to her heart. Her grandmother on the other hand, viewed this as punishment from the gods for not keeping with the family tradition of preserving the Magatsu shrine. Since that day, Sayuu was brought up in a way as to 'atone' for her father's death.

Sayuu and grandmother visited the shrine frequently and it wasn't until she was ten that she became the official shrine maiden of the Magatsu Shrine. Such was the 'respectable' thing to do as a member of the Etou family. At first, the physical labor of cleaning and polishing was hell along with the counting of donations and questioning of pilgrims, but as time went on Sayuu developed an attachment to the shrine and felt that she not only had a connection to the gods there, but a connection to her father.Throughout the years, Hisako has also taught Sayuu to be a presentable Japanese woman. Over the summer and by observation, Sayuu has learned how to become eloquent and admirable through presentation and manner, as well as in her speech. In the relationship between her and Hisako, these were the only positives. Her goal of being outspoken leader like her father were dashed under her grandmother's rule. After Haru's death, anything concerning politics was forbidden to be spoken or brought into the house. Even newspapers were considered taboo. Arguing with her superior was out of the question; for Hisako was her superior by being the elder, and any objection would be a high form of disrespect in her religion. The sole heir of the Etou name, Sayuu was also forbidden by her grandmother to pursue a career outside of the city. This career could also not be something strayed from the path of traditional women's work. The more she pleaded, the more she was subjected to her grandmother's chiding and warnings of disrespect. When things become unbearable at the Etou household, Sayuu resides at the attic of the Magatsu Shrine which she has furnished with stored festival decorations, a futon, and miscellaneous comforts along with a kotatsu to do schoolwork. Here, Sayuu also stores newspapers and magazines that she has collected secretly on her way home. This place is her own secret refuge, and more of a home than at her grandmother's.

At Izanami High School, Sayuu strove to be the leader that she'd always wanted to be. She held the mindset that if she became recognized at the school, this might give her the opportunity to either become noticed by a prestigious university outside of the city or, worst case, meet a man of affluence and carry on from there. First year, she relied on her attractive, presentable nature to win the hearts of the male students and her grades and perfect disposition to win over the girls into voting her in as class president. Such a title was looked over by her grandmother due to Sayuu explaining that it was more so a role model position than a position of power. What her grandmother told her not to do on the other hand, was to play sports. According to Hisako, sports were 'primitive displays of testosterone that should be left to men'. Although she yearned to play soccer first year, she convinced herself that it in fact, was a primitive activity she was better off not doing.

Second year passed and third year began- and so did the radio station. The show was at first something she had passed when station flipping, but as the others of the city had, she began to listen to the show as she did chores around shrine. Although she found the drama entertaining, she also despised it for keeping visitors of the shrine in their houses, causing the shrine to lose money. Ginger's murder on the other hand didn't really affect her personally; she was a reclusive foriegner from another country. As student council president, she did as much as she could to pacify those who were affected. To Sayuu, the radio show had no connection; it was simply a foriegner trying to cause commotion.


Personality- When it comes to lighthearted conversation and first meetings, Sayuu's personality is that of a docile, warm-hearted girl who is willing to please. Her friendly demeanor along with her general fragile appearance easily gets her a good first impression when meeting new people, especially men. Sayuu's mannerisms and habits are that of a traditional lifestyle; she'd prefer tea to soda, a yukata to a summer dress. Influenced by her grandmother, Sayuu has begun to believe that the impact of the Western world has started to suppress old Japanese customs in a cultural revolution. More or less, she holds a stereotype and prejudice of the Western world. Sayuu is also a strong believer in the Shinto religion, spending most of her time after school and activities at the Magatsu Shrine maintaining it's upkeep and donations (which have been at an all-time low, which she blames on Western impact), and frequently spending the night in the shrine's upper storage place (which she has made into something of a room).

Thus is the initial impression of Sayuu, but if one pursues further than that, one would soon realize that Sayuu's personality is more than stereotype. Straightforward and opinionated, her true personality is the yang of her appearance. From First and Second year class president to Third year student council president, Sayuu's grades are among the best of her year while her opinions on matters concerning activities and events are highly regarded. Stress is not something that Sayuu is familiar with; if something needs to be done, it needs to be done as soon as possible. If an issue comes up that she dislikes, Sayuu will be blunt with her opinion on both ideas and people; using the nicest words possible. Generally speaking, she could care less about the emotions of someone else. This trait is hidden behind her warm outer personality that will attempt to comfort a mourner, but in reality, is just doing her job as student president.

Although she has many admirers, Sayuu doesn't have anyone she would call a friend. She'll go places she's needed as student president, but rarely returns phone calls or invites people to visit her or go out. She's been used to handling her own things and generally feels awkward when someone admits they care about her (although her disposition says otherwise). The two types of people she cares for are those who mean what they say and those who frequently visit the shrine...and donate.

Persona's Name- Inugami
Persona's Arcana- Hanged
Persona's Specialty- Wind/Magic
Persona's Appearance- At about 10ft long, Inugami's body is a translucent white that disappears towards it's end and gains more substance towards it's front. It's chest structure is that of an upright man while it's two arms are that of a dog's. Inugami's neck is slightly long than that of a human's and ends with a black marble head of dog similar to a Doberman Pinscher frozen in an angry snarl. It's teeth are that of rough diamond while it's eyes glow red as if lit by a fire within it's skull. At the top of his head between his ears and eyes lies an engraving of a character too complicated to read in red.

Just got through reading the Wiki and your plot and I'm pretty interested. There are some things I'm a little skeptical about (like if we all start the RP with our Personas or if Evokers are still the triggers to summon Persona) but I think I've got the basics tied down. I have no homework this weekend so expect my SU soon.

EDIT: Also, just asking whether or not I will I need an RP sample. You may not recognize me under this username, but we have RPed together before (albeit briefly).

Revolución said:

Just got through reading the Wiki and your plot and I'm pretty interested. There are some things I'm a little skeptical about (like if we all start the RP with our Personas or if Evokers are still the triggers to summon Persona) but I think I've got the basics tied down. I have no homework this weekend so expect my SU soon.

EDIT: Also, just asking whether or not I will I need an RP sample. You may not recognize me under this username, but we have RPed together before (albeit briefly).

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No, we're not starting out with our Personas. They'll be evoked within our characters by an event. And I'll leave the RP sample thing to Loki, who frequents this section more than me.

Yay, my sign-up is finished. :D

Name-Midori Hoshiko (Means Green Star Child)
Gender- Female
Age-17 (Second Year)
Appearance-Midori is unique. Especially in her dress. To start off, he hair is perfectly sculpted with lots and lots of gel and hair spray. Her bangs go down to her eyes in very distinct points. Then, the section right behind her bangs goes up into spikes. The rest is practically glued down her head. A lime green and blue is thrown in her naturally black hair, the colors were just tossed in their carelessly. Her regularly dull, brown eyes are covered with contacts. The contacts are a lime green in her left eye and blue one in her right eye. Much of her time is spent indoors, so she isn't tan, rather very pale. The school's uniform was hideous, so, Midori ditched it. What she wears now, is far from normal. She has a white dress shirt with half of it tucked into her shirt. A black tie is worn loosely around her neck, this tie is extremely long and hangs down to her belly button. Over it is a dark slate gray vest with thick green edging. It has a black pin on it with a white skull Black buttons. This vest, is quite short, hanging only down past her chest. Net stockings go down the full length of her legs and are crammed into a personally designed pair of Converse. The shoes, originally black and white are now a multitude of colors. On her sigh the shoe, the toe area is colored to look like a dinosaur mouth, the left says "RAWR" in big, bold colorful letters. A long body is balanced out with her petite frame. Swift and nimble, she can run really fast, and is very flexible. Both of her ears are pierced, with two black hoops that have a point like the devil's tail. On her lips are two piercings, they are known as snake bites, one is a metallic green and the other a glossy silver. They too are pointed. Her style is punk. She likes to be the rebellious "prep".

HOWEVER, when at school she has a very different spin on her attire. For one, her hair is kept down and her piercing's taken out; the general attire is also much different. A green and yellow jacket is worn over a simple white t-shirt. Her skirt is checkered a black and gray, with a few gray ones colored a different color. Since the number of squares colored is so few, no one has minded it. Black slip-ons replace her converse, and she has medium length socks.


History- Expectations. Midori's childhood was filled with expectations. Being the only girl in the family was tough, her father just didn't know how to care for her. She was the youngest child behind four brothers, and boys were the only thing that her dad could take care of. Her mothers only wish was to have a daughter that she could love, and show the way of life. Sadly, that will never come true, as she died giving birth to Midori. This left her only in the care of a manly father who knew nothing about all the "girlie stuff" as he put it. To cope without having a mother, Midori spent most of her time at an elderly women's house. The geyser's name was Martha Galen, she came from America. But everyone simply called her Nana. The two enjoyed their rather short time together. Nana wanted the best for Midori and always pointed her in the right direction. She taught her rights from wrongs. Midori was enrolled in a school for all girls that taught proper manners, etiquette, and the basics of mathematics and writing. Because of the hard work, the young girl spent most of her time drawing, and since she didn't do any work, getting in trouble. When she was with her father, they went on many camping outings, and that is were Midori got a lot of her inspiration. She would draw the birds flying from the ground to the sky; paint the purple mountain tops and the deep blue lakes. No matter were she was, she always found something interesting to draw about it. When she was 12, she got locked in a small closet. The closet had a bunch of coats, and hats and shoes. She drew a mysterious person reaching out from behind the coats. Then, her brothers finally let her out. The dad laughed about it and said, "Boys will be boys.." Midori from that point realized that her dad didn't care for her, and only took her out on the trips because she couldn't be left alone. Taken aback by this, Midori left home. She lived with Mrs. Galen. A year later, Mrs. Galen died, leaving the child alone. With no were to turn, she went to the streets. A gang quickly picked her up. Their talk was mostly of the next big fight, and which girl was the hottest, then slowly the gang fell apart when their leader was nearly beaten to death by a boy, a boy who was known as the Iron Prince. During her years in the gang, Midori grew close to the leader, and then having him nearly beat to death shook her. She swore to find the Iron Prince and give him what he deserved, even if she couldn't fight. After the gang dispersed, the homeless Midori knew that she needed to make something of herself. So, to do so she enrolled her self in a middle school, a school that she didn't know the name of. Grades weren't really a problem, she was an average student of one "A" one "C" and the rest "B"

During her years there, Midori bloomed. A uniqueness was formed inside her, and she broke away. She became her. Nothing mattered except for herself, and she did what she wanted. The school was fairly easy to pass, and she left at the age of fifteen. Wanting a break, Midori took to the streets. With a paintbrush, lime green paint, sea blue paint, and "sunset" orange paint she went around painting. A shop offered to pay her twenty-five hundred yen to paint their side wall with a beautiful mural of a two dragon's fighting. They supplied her with more colors, the end result was quite bright. The first dragon was made from the orange, a deep scarlet red and a warm beige, the second was the same, only the orange was blue. They fought atop a great plateau that had a grassy field, in the background as the rising sun. The store really loved it, and payed her ¥3000 instead. With the money, she bought a couple cans of canned food and some more paint. A couple of more shops hired her and she earned eight-hundred thousand yen all together. She lived with the first shop that she worked for, and occasionally she works the counter.

When her break was over Midori enrolled at Izanami High School. A first year student there, she worked diligently. All of her classes had a passing grade. Then, one day while listening to the radio, she heard of DJ Alice and then dramas. The drama was a great inspiration for one of her pieces, she drew the murder. A girl hung in a tree, with blades in her. Four days later a British exchange student was murdered in that same fashion. That caused a lot of trouble. Havoc was wreaked, but Midori just ignored it all, it didn't concern her if someone was so entwined with the drama to copy the murder. Every night before sleep she uses witchcraft to try and locate the Iron Prince, but so far has had no luck.






Personality-There is no limitation to ones imagination, this is definitely the case for Midori. As a unique individual, she likes to break away from the crowd and be her own person. Her passion lies with art and literature, her art, being a bit more eccentric than most. Various arts on the school building and the bathroom mirrors have got her quite in a lot of trouble. A large portion of her weekends are spent scrubbing the walls and polishing the mirrors. Never really learning the method, Midori just goes through the motions. Very simpled minded at times, but at others she is as sharp as a pair of scissors. A very calm person, she has the patience for just about everything. Her art comes from her soul and she uses her mistakes as inspiration to build a better master piece. Midori takes life as it comes to her. She lets things flow naturally. Relaxed and carefree, you could say that about her and you would be hitting the nail on the head. She is very relaxed at most times, and takes things slow. Few sports interest this young girl, one of them being Tennis, while the second one is an American sport called Baseball. She likes to think of it as painting, you swing the bat through the sky, like a paintbrush across a blank canvas. Witchcraft is among her most favorite things to do. Because of this, lots of people think that she is crazy. Midori claims many things, all of them seeming like fantasy, one of he more well-known claims is that her drawings have come to life. People call her freak and stray away from her, unless they feel like teasing her. Short tempered, she will not hesitate to send a fury packed punch onto your face.

A lot Midori's art is very macabre, like she only draws about dead things. However, aside from the morbid dark side of her, she is actually very cheerful. Another large portion of her art deals with happy things like flowers, and the sun and love. Energetic to say the least, Midori can not sit still. She is always moving around, and can barely manage to put fine details to her paintings.

Despite her ignorant personality as a child, Midori tries her best. Often she tries to shape up, and wants to be a better person, but she can't do it. No one will help her, no one will help her because she has not asked for help. She doesn't want to ask for help because she is the one who got her down the wrong path, however, if she must ask someone, she has one person in mind, but hasn't really got the guts to ask them. A promise was made to herself, soon she would ask that person for help on how to lead a more civil life.

Persona's Name-Nigihayami Kanagami
Persona's Arcana- Devil
Persona's Specialty- Dark/Magic
Persona's Appearance- Nigihayami is resembles that of bat, her frame a humanoid like structure. Quite like the saying, Blind as a Bat, she is blind. Her movement relies on sound waves. Her wing span is about eight feet. Short dark gray skin is covered in a light coat black fur. She is completely bald. Large claws protrude from arms that are attached at the bone of the wing. Claws are also on her feet. "Bag of bones" is exactly what Nigihyami is, her skin is so then that she can see her ribcage when she is simply breathing.



... Well, it is getting their.. piece by piece..Well, it is there.

Prepare for total domination - Arata style

I busted out a whole new character for this one and still managed to finish within a day. I need some major props.

Character's Name- Arata Nakamaru

Character's Age- 17 (second year)

Appearance- This same question usually comes to mind when one lays eyes on Arata for the first time: is he a professional model? The answer is obviously no, but that doesn't stop the attractive teen from trying to look his best. Arata is the kind of guy to wake up extremely early just so he can lather, rinse and repeat his perfect mane. His jet black hair is gelled and spiked downward in the back of his head, but he combs the sides outwards and leaves a small bang over his left eye. His blemish-free "baby face" makes it seem like his body decided to skip puberty, but his smoothly masculine voice says otherwise. His stunningly green eyes (which are usually staring aimlessly) lie behind his stylish, black glasses (not prescription, by the way). As for his lips, most of his female friends say their full and moist, but Arata is skeptical as to how they know this because public displays of affection just aren't his thing. His physique isn't something to be jealous of, but he does have a few muscles and is working on the abs. Both his height and weight are fairly average for his age. Like most high school students his age, Arata wears the Izanami uniform. However, it is his preference to always leave the collar unbuttoned and to wear a black blazer over it all. When he's outside of school his attire usually mimics what is currently in style. Right now that would usually be a red V-neck, tight black jeans and red and black Nikes. Two things he always has on his person are his digital watch and large, black headphones which he proudly wears around his neck. Last but not least is his dark gray messenger bag containing all his most needed accessories (those being a brush, comb, extra hair grease and his iPod).

History- Arata's life can be compared to a hectic rollercoaster ride; it has its fair share of ups and downs. Let's begin our tale at the age of eight, when probably the most life altering event in Arata's life took place: his foster sister Akemi was adopted by the Nakamaru family. Or as he would have described it at the time, she took his rightful place as the apple of his parents' eyes. For the first couple of years, the little hint of neglect didn't bother him much, but over time his craving for attention continued to build. His patience came to an end when he came home with an almost perfect progress report from school, only to have to his achievement shadowed by Akemi starting to speak and understand simple phrases. After that point, he came to a decision that if his parents couldn't find enough time for him, he'd just get attention from another source. He started acting up in school and talking back to his teachers, which was absolutely unacceptable in Japan, especially for someone so young. More years kept going by, and as Akemi grew closer to their parents, Arata distanced himself from them. One day, while playing video games in his room, his father knocked at the door and asked to speak to him. Apparently he had some clue as to what his son was up to but he was still ignorant as to why he acted the way he did. In an effort to reconnect with the boy, he told him that they were taking Akemi to a nearby carnival and asked if he wanted to come. Without even thinking about it, he denied the invite, proud of himself that he could make his father feel for this one moment what he had felt for the past few years. That decision would be one he regrets to this day.

Because Arata was not in the car with them, Akemi was allowed to sit on the left side of the vehicle, which was where her older brother preferred to sit. Only four blocks from the carnival, Mr. Nakamaru wasn't expecting the car at his left to speed past the red light and slam into his car. Neither he nor his wife suffered any serious injuries, but Akemi wasn't so lucky. From that day on she was paralyzed from the waist down, and Arata was flooded with guilt. The doctor that operated on his little sister even noted that if someone older were in Akemi's position, they probably would have recovered fully from the crash, but her frail body just wasn't ready for something like that. If only he had put aside his selfish needs and saw that as an orphan abandoned as a baby, Akemi needed the attention more, then maybe she'd still be able to walk. After that experience, Arata rekindled his relationship with his younger sister but never quite so with his parents. These days he's got his act back together and finds it much more enjoyable to receive extra attention for his looks rather than his attitude.

Personality- Even after all that has happened in his short life, Arata is still very much of an attention hog. He'll due anything in his power to put anyone who steals his spotlight back in their place. Because of this he has developed a cocky, stubborn attitude. He happily ignores anyone who tries to tell him about his flaws, except if it's Akemi, whom he puts an entirely new persona on for. Nevertheless, even with his attitude, he has no problem making friends at school, even though most are as stuck up as him. When it comes down to meeting new people, Arata is usually more interested in talking about himself rather than listening to others, unless something about person intrigues him. If you can get close enough to Arata for him to call you a friend, you'd probably see more of his nicer side that he shares with his little sister. This version of the once arrogant teen is almost unrecognizable, as he can be both caring and understanding. However, you really need to "connect" with the teen to even get a glimpse of this dual personality. Arata isn't very respectful to his parents due to what happened in the past, but he makes sure to keep his manners in mind around other adults. He's a fairly average student and the only class he truly struggles in is math.


Persona's Name- Astraea

Persona's Arcana- Justice

Persona's Specialty- Lightning/Physical

Persona's Appearance- Arata may be tall, but compared to Astraea, he might as well be a midget. Amazingly, the 11 foot tall being still manages to maintain all her grace and beauty. Her long, blonde hair always seems to be whipping in the wind even when there isn't the slightest breeze outside. Her eyes are covered by a blind fold that changed colors depending on her mood (black for calm, blue for sad, red for anger, and white for compassion), but it doesn't appear hinder her coordination in the slightest. She wears a stainless (or more like stain proof) white cloak with no back to it, leaving room for her pearly white angelic wings to span out. She never wears any footwear, but that's probably because her feet are never touching the ground unless she's forced down. Last but not least in the shimmering, curved blade in her right hand, which she fancies calling "Judgement."



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I decided to leave out the RP Sample, but tell me if this isn't enough and I'll throw it in for ya.

Hmm, I've never RP'd before, but I'd certainly like to give this one a try (♥ Persona!). Got any room for me?

Edit: Because I've now had to rewrite this TWICE, you're getting the super condensed version because I'm really too pissed at PC to rewrite this AGAIN.

Character's Name- Kai

Character's Age- 17, second year

Appearance- Tall for his age and weight. Skinny, small, and lanky. Pale white skin with pale dandilion hair and piercing blue eyes with dark gray Burberry rectangle glasses. Usually wears school uniform except on days off where he wears either: a white collared button down shirt with black dress slacks or a "OBEY GIANT" Shepard Fairey t-shirt. With all outfits, he wears his blue, orange, and white Nike AIRs.

History- His mother left Kio when he was 2 and was raised by his father Trunks. Trunks runs a fortune telling shop with his new wife Megami. One night, Kai's mother came to their house in Kio where she saw Trunks and Megami together and killed herself on their doorstep.

Kai was always friendly during school and had a few close friends but he never told anyone about his mother. He had no problem with Megami as a step-mother so he would just let everyone assume that Megami was his real mother.

Kai's friendlyness came to a dramatic close one afternoon after school when the class bully, Mugen, came into the boys' bathroom where Kai was, washing his hands. After Mugen entered his posse of Mano, Tsu, and Ken. Mugen smirked at his posse and the 4 of them pulled Kai into a stall and raped him.

After this incident, Kai became extremely introverted and lost all of his few friends.

Personality- Very calm, cool, and collected but never reveals anything about himself. He always has a facade up, no matter what the situation. He is not very opinionated goes with the flow on every subject matter.

Persona's Name- Pegas

Persona's Arcana- Chariot

Persona's Specialty- Light/Healing

Persona's Appearance- Human, with pale skin that matches Kai's, with bright goldenrod colored hair. He has emerald green eyes and large, majestic wings spewing from his back. Pegas wears a crisp white tunic, tied a the waist by a gold rope. He wears gladiator sandals, gold in color. He carries around a harp, encrused with gems, jewels, and carvings of birds, which serves as his weapon.

I'll be spending some time rewriting everything AGAIN, bit by bit.

Please reserve me a spot. I'm working on my sign-up as we speak.

Please tell me if I need to edit anything.

Character's Name-Eli L. Rose

Character's Gender- Male

Character's Age-16 [First year]

Appearance-Eli is fairly tall for his age, being somewhere around 5'5". He is 'shrimpy' you might say. He doesn't work out, and doesn't have much meat on his bones. He wears a formal watch, nothing fancy though. He usually wears contacts, but if you catch him on a bad day he will be wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He has a few freckles here and there across his face. He has a skinny nose, and has the clusters of acne appearing here and there on his forehead. He has a normal sized chin, and thin lips. He is usually wearing gloves on his hands to cover up his bony fingers. His arms are skinny and most would be able to wrap their hand around his wrists. His legs are the same as his arms: skinny and bony. He has fairly big feet for his small size. A good word to describe his figure is 'lanky'. Eli wouldn't be caught dead in shorts. He always wears jeans, and is okay with short sleeved shirts. Underneath his shirt he always wears a white undershirt. Over his shirt he usually wears a gray hoodie (ironic, aye?). He has bleach-white sneakers; they look as if they have never been worn. Though you can't see his socks, he usually wears the socks that are hidden beneath the shoe. If Eli gets invited to a school party he would probably wear his normal: jeans, short sleeved shirt and undershirt and a gray hoodie. But if the party happens to be a 'Sunday Best' party then he would wear a black or navy blue sports jacket (or suit) accommodated by a usually blue or white button-down shirt with a tie (non-clip on). He would wear khaki or black pants, held up by a usually brown belt. His choice of shoes would be brown 'penny loafers'. On a chilly winter's day, Eli would be seen in his usual dark blue jeans, but a long sleeved shirt and hoodie. Instead of sparkly white sneakers, Eli would wear brown boots. On cold days Eli would usually have his glasses on, so his contacts won't dry out with the dry and cold wind. If it is especially cold, he would either have a hat on, or the hood of his hoodie.

History-
Family:
Name- Scarlett Rose
Age- 51 (at death)
Relation- Mother

Name - Thorn Rose
Age - 43 (at death)
Relation - Father

Name - Scarlett Rose
Age - (Died at birth; would be 12)
Relation - Sister

Name - Thorn Rose Jr.
Age - 22
Relation - Brother (Estranged)

Past: Ten years to the day before Grey was born, his brother, Thorn Jr. was born. Ten years later Grey and his twin sister Scarlett were born on a rainy, gloomy day; his parents were Scarlett and Thorn, both were great, wealthy Pokemon trainers. Sadly, Scarlett died at birth. Then to make his birth sadder, his dad died less than a week later. Now Scarlett was a single mom of to boys: the newborn Grey and Thorn Jr., age 10. Then, when Grey was eight and his brother was eighteen, their mother died. After the deaths of his parents Thorn became estranged from his only left family member, Grey. He left Grey in the care of Mary Iona, a boring, old caretaker. Grey spent years with Iona, before he was forced to be switched foster parents. For the next years of his life, Grey was tossed from foster parent to foster parent, not able to stay with a parent for more than a year. Soon, Grey landed in the town of Kio, where he was going to be living for the next few years or so. His foster parents in Kio are Ana and Jo Vulu, who act as if they would be better off without him. Surprisingly, during the school orientation, he saw someone that he never expected to see- his brother, as a teacher/coach. Grey just ignored him, and decided to tell him on a later date.

On the first broadcast by the JUNO station, Grey wasn't entranced just like everyone else. It was odd, because though everyone seemed to be raving the broadcast, Eli just didn't accept it. Ana and Jo constantly turned up the radio, and listened intently to the broadcast, and were nearly mad once it ended. Then, as Grey walked by the park one day he saw something he didn't expect to see- a dead body. But not just any dead body, a familiar dead body. She was someone that Grey had seen at the school orientation. It was a girl who must've been an ambassador, because she had already seemed popular. Also odd on that day was that the broadcast had ended earlier that day. Even weirder was how the body had been murdered. Three blades in her body: one piercing the heart, and the other two nailing her to a tree. Yes, a tree.

Personality-Grey is calm whenever things around him are calm. He is a follower if whatever must get done doesn't affect his grades, etc., but whenever something comes up and it will affect his life he will take the lead of the project and complete it with his best efforts and intentions. His mood changes as the mood of those around him changes. If it is a rainy day, he will most likely be gloomy, but on a bright day he will be happy and calm. Whenever something sad, devastating, happy, or joyous happens, he usually won't show much emotion. A good way to describe his personality is if the weather is good, he's good, but if the weather is gloomy, he's gloomy. Because of his small size he is usually picked on by kids his age and older. Usually the first time they pick on him is also the last. He has a darks side when someone threatens him or tries to hurt him. People learn that despite his laid back person, he can get mad fairly easily. Outwardly to everyone Grey is very calm and shy, but those who really get to know him will see that he can be very open and talkative, quite the opposite of his normal, laid back personality. Grey is loyal to everyone around him and when he is around strangers, he tends to try to be cool and mysteries to make a good impression, but he usually fails.


Persona's Name- Ives

Persona's Arcana-Justice Arcarna

Persona's Specialty-[Lightning/Healing/Magic]

Persona's Appearance- Ives stands tall, with a long, slender body. He had small wings which aren't yet adapted to fly and has even smaller feet which, despite their size, are able to let Ives travel and run fast. He has no arms, and has to pick things up with his giant, gargantuan mouth. He has teeth that are neatly lined up in rows and give him a grimacing smile. He is dark blue and yellow in color, with dark blue as a background color and the yellow making patterns that resemble lightning bolts.

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Ultimate Persona

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RP Example-
From a Pokemon RP by Old Lace

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Chapter 4: Route 30

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Well, I have finished my signup~

Unfortunately guys; we don't have room for everyone in this RP. So...we're only going to take two people.
And those two people are going to be ÄgàmêñÐmØÑ & Revolución, once they both write the final form of their Personas :x
Thanks to everyone who applied though, we're glad people were interested.

I ish done. Now I ish off to school to take 2 writing tests.

Buuuuuuuuuut, before I do that Ima go feed Chibi's pet.

OOC: Wheeee, let's start! :D

IC:
As always, Hibiki was early to school, running various errands for teachers, doing class duties and improvements to the current system just for the heck of it. He'd slept poorly the night before, that American's death still nagging at him. He'd always said it was some crazy freak who was just trying to imitate the drama. After all, that wasn't out of the norm at all, especially since there were some strange people in this country- himself included. He didn't see himself as strange, but his hobbies, which included overworking himself, were probably pretty confusing for foreigners to understand. But this was just a natural part of culture. His overwork brought him overanalysis however. How could the crazy guy have gotten everything together to murder the American… while the drama was playing? No, there must've been a logical explanation for the wild phenomenon, but Hibiki didn't need detective work on his hands. The police would handle that just fine, and he would go on living his already busy life. Looking over his shoulder as the door slid open, he waved over the boy he'd been waiting for. He was a member of the baseball team- a regular. How he earned the position, however, Hibiki couldn't always quite understand. He had power in his strike and speed in his gait, but it never lasted long. Maybe the first inning, and then it was just… gone.

"I finished a new fitness program for you," Hibiki sat in his desk, a pencil in his hand pointing out the important parts of the paper sitting before him, "You need more energy- you always run out halfway through the game. It probably isn't a good idea to cut back on your power in the beginning, since we need the extra kick, but with this program you can raise your endurance and efficiency by at least twenty percent. It should get you through two thirds of the game using the best of your power, and by then we can sub in if we need to."

"Alright, thanks. I'll take a look." He flipped the paper out from underneath Hibiki's hand and looked it over, walking over to his desk without asking for any further details. He wouldn't need further details. It was all written down, plain and clear. The baseball team was generally the friendliest when Hibiki was concerned, due to the fact that he was constantly doing things for the general good of the team. It wasn't like he really enjoyed their company anyway, so he didn't mind that they never made any efforts to become actual friends with him. He sat up, and ran through the day's schedule. He would be tutoring the other American in school. At least, the other American that he actually paid any attention to. It would probably be another review lesson of the day's classes. And then he'd have to get rid of the kid that had been tailing him for the past few days, who obviously hadn't gotten the memo that Hibiki had no stock in the street scene anymore… That would take up plenty of time in itself, and afterwards, he could work on any homework assigned during the day.

At this point, Hibiki turned to focusing on the clock. The teacher always walked in between 7:55 and 8:00, and no matter when it was, it would be disadvantageous to him if he was doing anything other than sitting properly and waiting for instruction when the teacher walked in. He couldn't care less about the others- he'd long given up trying to get them to sit before class, and they'd long stopped listening to him anyway.

"Sit down!" Mr. Shimotsuki's sharp voice cut in from the doorway. He was an idol of sorts to Hibiki, though probably a pain in the butt to the other students.

Dressed in a crisp business suit with perfectly combed hair, he had a very straight-forward personality, never beating around the bush. At least, not when it came to the subjects he taught. He was an outstanding citizen, taking responsibility for himself but always willing to take responsibility for others as well- to a certain extent. He seemed impossible to phase, practically emotionless at times unless you fell asleep. "Alright, so it's been a few days since your classmate, Ginger Lewis, passed away. I would like to remind you all to be safe while walking to and from school- the usual lecture that I'm sure you all understand. Don't slack off just because the new drama is coming up!"

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IC:Mist filled the small six foot by six foot bathroom; it fogged up the mirrors, and the ceiling misted. The almost transparent shower door showed a figure wildly trashing about. The figure was girl, she was in her teens, nearly an adult. Her slender frame, and near flawless skin cam naturally, the young adult did nothing to it, no special cremes, or tedious diets, all of it is natural. In a flash the figure lashed her arm out forward and twisted the single knob, ending the water flow. Out of the shower came Midori, looking refreshed from the shower. A white towel hung on the rack beside her, and she reached out and grabbed it; pulling the cloth in she wrapped it around her body. With a need to arrive to school on time, Midori quickly exited the bathroom and entered her room which was located next door. It was a small room, black walls and various band posters. One side was her bed, in one corner a small desk and in another a television. Alongside the wall reverse of the one her bed is against is a dresser. On the way to her dresser, she noticed the T.V. was on, she took a small detour and switched it off. The dresser was located just a few steps away from the television and took Midori a little over five seconds to get there. Opening the first drawer revealed her undergarments(including socks), she placed them atop her dresser; the next drawer contained the school uniform(which I believe is black and yellow, no?),she placed that over her shoulder. The next drawer down contained her skirt, which she kept in her hand. Scooping up the rest of her clothes she dropped her towel. Quickly she pulled on all of her clothes. Leaving her room she grabbed the towel and dropped it in the hamper. Next to the hamper was her closet, were she grabbed her jacket, which was white and blue. Her next objective was to go eat, she filed down the stairs and found a small bowl of rice porridge, which she absolutely detested. It was really plain, and had little flavor, it would have no flavor if it wasn't for the fish sauce. The bowl was a vivid red and lacquered. To the side of her bowl were some chopsticks. Before picking them up, Midori thanked what she had, and that the store owners prepared food for her everyday. Slowly, as if she didn't want to offend anyone she picked up the chopsticks and began eating. In moments she was done. Getting up, she pushed out her chair, which screeched as it slid across the floor. Checking the time, Midori realized that she would be late if she didn't hurry. Instantaneously, she walked over to the sink, placing the bowl in. Exiting the small dining room revealed a den like area, one door over from the actual shop. She left through that door, slipping on her black shoes and grabbing her book bag on the way out.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Stepping outside, Midori was rushed with a blast of frigid morning air. In the distance she could see the approaching bus, and then the bus stop, which was a little ways away. She walked over to the stop, posthaste, she passed two houses on the way, and saw many people scurrying off to work. At the stop were a few people, a lot of people boarded at different stops, or got to school by other means. These means didn't concern her the littlest bit. The bus came to a smooth halt right in front of the stop, and everyone walked on. In the front was a seat that was unoccupied, Midori sat there and stared at the window, her bag at her side. If one could read her mind they would be able to tell she was in deep thought. The murder of Ginger wasn't really of a loss to her, she didn't know Ginger. However, having someone in the school die was shaking, if people are insane enough to copy the drama, then anyone could be killed. It might even be her. She shook the thought away and began to think about the positive. At least that one wasn't her, she still lives to to this day. She wondered how the drama was good that it entranced pretty much everyone in the town, and the cops couldn't find the killer. Still, she was glad it wasn't her. Lost in thought she didn't notice that a girl had asked if she could sit there.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]"Hello?" questioned the girl wondering if Midori was sleeping or something.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]"Huh? OH sorry, I was thinking about something.. I am really sorry" she apologized. No doubt she was really embarrassed. With delay she picked up her book bag and put it on her lap, allowing the girl to sit down. From the looks of her, she was a first year student, or in Junior high on her third and final year. The trip was silent except for the exchanging of names, the girls name was Imari. Looking out the window Midori noticed the school in the distance. The bus took a sharp turn and continued down the street; it screeched to a halt in front of the building and everyone exited the bus. Midori was the last one to get off. A young boy held the door open and let everyone enter before him. Midori walked down the hall alone, and stopped when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Turning she saw her long time tagging buddy, Etsumi, who was part Chinese, her grandfather being Chinese, while he grandmother, mother and father were all Japanese. [/FONT]
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"Hey, Midori!" Etsumi said in a ruff, masculine voice. Most think that she fakes that voice, but it was her real voice. "You wanna go taggin' lata?" she asked Midori. "Ya' know like go bomb someone's place who annoys us? Like that Hibiki kid.. he is to smart for his own good. Whaddaya say? Wanta go do it?"[/FONT]
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"I have a busy schedule today, maybe tomorrow?" Midori didn't want to do it all. If she did it would ruin her chances, ever. However, on the other it could open up the door to allow her to ask him her other question. "OK, I'll be able to go tagging later, but not at Hibiki's place." Her plan was to find out where he would be and tag around there, so that she could ask him, but she wouldn't necessarily do it to him directly. "OK, see you late. I gotta get to class you know how Mr. Shimotsuki is with his students being late." Midori waved bye as Etsumi walked off to her classroom. Walking down the hall, she passed a few other classrooms that were waiting for the teacher to arrive. At the door of her class she saw Mr. Shimotsuki opening the door. [/FONT]
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"Students! Sit down!" he hollered into the room. [/FONT]
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"D[/FONT][FONT=Arial Baltic, sans-serif]ōmo arigatō[/FONT][FONT=Arial, sans-serif]" she whispered to him as she entered the room. Her seat was in the back row, so she sat their immediately. The teacher entered the room and walked to the front of classroom. With much haste he began the day. The man was serious and wasted no time in child's play. It was all work with him. The young girl payed close attention as he opened his mouth to speak.[/FONT]

"[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Alright, so it's been a few days since your classmate, Ginger Lewis, passed away. I would like to remind you all to be safe while walking to and from school- the usual lecture that I'm sure you all understand. Don't slack off just because the new drama is coming up!"[/FONT]
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Don't slack off stuck in Midori's head. She definitely wasn't going to do that. She wanted to be the best she could be and shape up. Goofing off would be bad, but slacking off just because of a drama would be worse. One thing she liked about him was that he wasn't obsessed with mediocre entertainment provided on the radio. With a little work, he might even be an enjoyable teacher. Nonetheless he was her elder and she had to respect him, whether he was going to change or not.[/FONT]

OOC: Not my usual quality, but at least it's finished. Please let me know of any glaring errors.

IC:

A low creaking sound filled the bathroom as Arata turned off the shower. He lost track of how long he was in there, but by seeing how steam-filled the room was, he figured it was pretty long. With a swipe of his hand, he wiped away the steam from the mirror and took a good look at his face. He couldn't help but smile; being handsome has that effect on people. Subconsciously looking at the nearby clock, Arata noticed he still had about an hour and a half before school started. His grin only widened; that was just enough time to spruce him up. He reached for the green hair gel and with a comb in his other hand, masterfully shaped his mane in his trademark style. He exited the bathroom still smiling, but that quickly changed as he saw who was entering. Barely taller than Arata, Mr. Nakamaru nodded a 'good morning' at his son, but the teenager purposefully acted as if he didn't see it. His morning had been going well so far and he didn't need his father to mess that up. Before the old man could say anything Arata scurried into his bedroom, which luckily was only a few feet away.

"What's the rush?"

The feminine voice caught the boy off guard, and he made sure his towel was secure before looking up. Akemi was rolling back and forth against his wooden floor with her wheelchair, creating a rather annoying creaking sound. Her delicate blue eyes stared fondly at her older brother, but Arata couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Why are you in my room? Or awake so early, for that matter?" Arata tried his best to not sound angry, but obviously failed as frown appeared on Akemi's face. While waiting for an answer, he walked up his dresser and motioned for the girl to turn around as he got ready for school. There was a prolonged moment of silence, and just when Arata though his sister had left the room, she spoke.

"I had a bad dream. About that Ginger girl." Arata finished putting on his T-shirt then stopped to think about what the girl had said. Still in elementary school, Arata was sure Akemi never met Ginger Lewis and he never talked about her at home. However, after all the news reports of the murder mirroring the DJ Alice drama, it was no surprise that such a story would strike fear in the hearts of many. Especially since a new drama was sue to release soon. Arata figured his little was scared that she had a chance of being the next victim, so he decided to reassure her.

"Unless the next drama involves little girls in wheelchairs, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Oh, I'm not afraid. In my dream, there was there really tall lady with wings and a beautiful sword. Like a guardian angel or something." Arata couldn't help but laugh at the weird dream now. He made mental note to tell his mother to stop giving Akemi sweets before bed. The two siblings remained quite as Arata finished getting dressed and was taken aback when he realized that his sister had long since left the room without making a single peep. He wondered for a bit if his laughing had hurt her feelings, but then figured that she was just tired and went back to sleep. Her usual time to wake up was in two hours. Keeping this in mind, he made sure not to make a sound as he crept past her bedroom and down the stairs. He found both his parents at the table drinking tea and eating rice. There was an untouched bowl of rice, most likely set aside for Arata, but he preferred to avoid any conversation with his parents. He took only a couple of bites, mumbled a 'thank you' to his mother, picked up his bag and hurried out the door.

They don't call Japan "Land of the Rising Sun' for nothing, which Arata experienced first hand as he was greeted by a beautiful sun still in mid rise. A cold breeze kissed his face like the lips of Death and before he was even halfway to the bus stop, he regretting not bringing a heavier jacket. He was early enough to turn back for it, but realized that wearing one would throw off his look, meaning it simply wasn't worth it. The bus arrived at the same time Arata did, and the teenager was happy to see that it was empty except for a few people going to work. Just one of the privileges of leaving early. The bus ride itself was rather long due to how far Arata lived from Izanami High, so the bus didn't remain virtually empty for long. Only a few stops from school, he overheard a couple of freshmen talking about the murder of Ginger Lewis with shaky voices. Apparently his younger sister wasn't the only one that was still freaked out.

From the bus stop to Mr. Shimotsuki's room, Arata must have waved at nearly two dozen females. This had become almost routine for him; a day where he didn't receive such treatment usually meant trouble. The classroom was already fairly packed with people even earlier than Arata, which didn't surprise the boy at all. Especially the presence of Hibiki, who seemed to come earlier than all the rest. Arata gave the boy a slight nod while simultaneously wondering why the two never spoke. Hibiki's crowd, which usually consisted of the smart and diligent, never mingled with Arata's. As his eyes wandered around the room he noticed Midori Hoshiko walk in almost at the same time as Mr. Shimotsuki. He quickly found his assigned seat and listened as his teacher began to speak.