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JAVERT AYRES

 

Year of Student: 2nd

Age: 17

Gender: M

 

History: Gypsies.

 

When most people think about gypsies, they think about harlots, swindlers, petty thieves, and mystics. And they're all right- to an extent. It's a bit like those four blind guys all feeling a different part of an elephant and thinking its something different because none of them have the whole picture. Gypsy families have all involved the vast majority of the suppositions in their past at some point or another. But what a lot of people forget is that gypsies also possessed skills that once made the rest of the world envy them. Arts, crafts, dances, music, all of this and more was the pride of those few gypsy families that sought, not to deceive, but to awe and astound those around them. One such family was the Ayres family. 

 

In particular, the Aryeses possessed a flair for music and dance. They passed secrets to the arts of movement and song down through their line for generations, and each member sought only to bring a little joy to those that stopped to watch and listen by the road. They had no desire to swindle the men and women about them of their well-earned money- why would they, when those that warmed to them were happy to give them tribute for their songs? And yet, despite all their good nature, there still was suspicion. Despite all they did for the community in which they found themselves, the Aryeses were still looked on by some with cruelty and hatred in their eyes. Rumors spread that they were not, in fact, well-mannered gypsies, but the craftiest of all the thieves. That they made their wealth through trickery and sleight of hand rather than through their art and hard work. 

 

This family that had once delighted one and all in Europe was soon barred from the very places that had thrown open their doors only a year before. But they were not beaten. They had not endured for years only to be destroyed because of a fall from the graces of the populace. They had lived in the public's distrust before; they could do it again. And so they did. The Aryes survived, lived, and carried their line through to today. And still, their art thrives, particularly within Javert Aryes and his fraternal twin Esmerelda. She exhibits the family's incredibly flexibility and motion in her dances, he their dexterity and rhythm in his music. But, though there their gifts are great, they are unrefined; to temper them, their mother has sent the twins on a grand tour of the world to absorb the culture and learn from them. First stop: Sato, Japan!   

 

Personality: Javert is very much a romantic in personality. No, not the "I am God's gift to women" Casanova jackass romantic, the one that sees beauty in everything and loves nothing more than to sit in a field and play notes on his mandolin until they form a song. He also professes to be an expert on the language of love, and prides himself on his ability to teach anybody, from the school jock to the cheer captain to the shy girl to the lowliest nerd, how to whisper sweet nothings in the ears of the object of their affections and snare their heart.

 

"Look here my friend, love is not a complicated affair. It's like writing poetry; you don't need a rhyme scheme or a meter or any of that complicated crap. All you need is a song, a verse, and some inspiration. You've got that last one in spades, so let me handle the other two, alright?"

 

Specialty: Javert is a master of reading and manipulating mood. A single person or a crowd, it's very difficult to hide thoughts and feelings from him, and it's very easy for him to play to whatever he reads.

 

Inventory: Mandolin & tuning kit, deck of cards.

 

Arcana: Lovers

Social Links: N/A

 

Persona: Hades

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Skill:

-Garu

-Analysis

-Tarunda

-Rakunda

Edited by Shakespeare with a Sword, 16 June 2014 - 08:01 PM.

[Johnny Paradise]

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[Fukawa Shun]

 

Year of Student: Third Year

Age: 18

Gender: M

 

History: Shun's father drank. His mother did not, but his father drank enough for the both of them. Unhappy with the way her husband didn't share the liquor, Shun's mother and father got a divorce. That's how Shun saw it, anyway. That alcohol was expensive, of course his mother wanted some of it. If he was in his mother's position, Shun would have left him, too.
 

His life without a father was much like before, except his mother's posture was better, and she didn't cry as much, and there weren't any more bruises, and there was less yelling when he was trying to sleep. Maybe it was quite a bit different, on second thought. It just didn't effect the kid much. He spent all of his time in his room, playing with toys. Sometimes he played outside, maybe went to a friend's house when he learned that they had something he didn't so he could play with that. Sometimes, if the toy was small enough, he'd take it from them and lie about it. Then he'd stop talking to them.
 

It was a perfect strategy, really. He wanted something, so he took it. It worked nearly half the time. And then, out of courtesy, he would end his relationship with the person whose things he stole, because like his mother, there's no way they could be happy in a relationship like that. What a little gentleman.
 

As he progressed through adolescence, he did not outgrow this flagrant disrespect for the rules of property and ownership. What was his was his, and what wasn't would be. He loved things too much to bother with adherence to the law. He stole and sometimes he got caught and he was always quite up front with it, always respectful. The officers were just doing their job, and he was just doing what he thought needed to be done. No reason to be angry with them.

 

He never received more than a few fines, a slap on the wrist here and there. In fact, such things were quite effective deterrents for him, it seemed, as he wasn't even inclined to steal things anymore. Being on the precipice of a possible jail sentencing, he focused his efforts elsewhere. He still desired, more than anything, to own absolutely everything, and there were certainly legal ways to go about that. The whole robbery thing hadn't worked out, so he figured maybe working hard and studying diligently could be worth a shot as well.
 

His mother, however, had by this point had enough. She wanted him out. And of this request, he was very respectful. It made sense, he was a whole mess of bad publicity. He wouldn't want to have to deal with that kind of person, either. So he got into a high school in Sato, transferred halfway through his first year. He took up residence in the dormitories, found a job, studied hard, and was quite successful in most things he did.
 

It was much slower than stealing, this diligence thing. Shun thought he was patient, but it turned out he was wrong. About a year after he moved to Sato, he began to steal again. He quit his job and now subsists upon the checks his mother sends him every month. His grades dropped. His teachers talked to him about his behavior, and he told them they were being as tiresome as all the effort he had wasted. He then apologized, because that was no way to talk to your teachers, but he did not take back what he said.
 

The police talked to him, too. One time, they caught him trying to steal a jacket he really liked. Some of them were sympathetic with him, even though he was remorseless. They thought there was maybe trouble at home or at school, something that went wrong to change his behavior in such a drastic way. Others were less optimistic, and treated him like the delinquent that he, by his own admission, was.
 

He was careful after that, though. He didn't want to get caught again and let the nice police officers down. Currently in his third year at school, he has yet to get caught again. It's not so weird, if you think about it. It's not as if he was stealing everything in sight. If he had the money, he'd pay for whatever it was that he wanted, but if he lacked the resources—well, that wouldn't stop him from wanting it, now would it?

 

Personality: Shun is, like his father was, someone prone to dangerous overindulgence. He likes material things. Not even specific things, but things in general. He wants to own absolutely everything he has an interest in. It's as though he derives his sense of self-worth through the quantity of things he can put to his name. It's not so much that he takes joy in stealing or in causing other people distress, but his own selfish desires outweigh the feelings of others.

 

He fancies himself the introspective sort, yet he is unsure of his actual goals in life. Owning things, yes--but that's not much of a goal, overall. He finds little lasting enjoyment in most of the things he owns--the guitar, the oil paints, the baseball bat are all tucked away in his closet, serving very little purpose--but secretly hopes that one of these days he'll discover, through some sudden, massive insight, what it is he wants to do with his life, but until then he will busy himself by filling it with options.

 

He is an intelligent and motivated sort, but also a person of questionable moral character. He does not like to be inhibited by thinking of what's best for others; it's hard enough to think of what's best for him. Even so, he understands the repercussions of his actions on other people, and he is often sympathetic. These feelings of sympathy, however, do nothing to stop him from ruining another person's day.
 

He is very sure of himself, very proud and straightforward, never doubting that what he is doing is in his best interests. He tries his best to not lie, except sometimes to police, and often hurts people's feelings with his bluntness and often acerbic tongue. It's safe to say he isn't pulling any punches when he's talking with someone.

 

He's very open and willing to maintain friendly relations with other people, but it's often the case that there is no one who wants to maintain a friendly relationship with him, a fact which, he insists, does not bother him in the slightest. As he is very aware of the type of person he is, he doesn't find it strange that most people would not wish to associate with him. He is very capable of passing the time by himself, as he has many tools with which to do this; after all, he owns so very many things.

 

Specialty: Very good at stealing things from various types of stores, from department stores to corner stores. He is also quite good at running away, from both crime scenes and fights, if anyone ever wants to get back at him for taking their things. This applies to sprinting as well as free running.

 

Inventory: Wallet, phone, keys, headphones, books.

 

Arcana: Devil

 

Social Links:

 

Persona: Dantalion

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The Seventy-first Spirit is Dantalion. He is a Duke Great and Mighty, appearing in the Form of a Man with many Countenances, all Men’s and Women’s Faces; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one; for he knoweth the Thoughts of all Men and Women, and can change them at his Will. He can cause Love, and show the Similitude of any person, and show the same by a Vision, let them be in what part of the World they Will.

Skill: Mudo

Enervation

Mudo Boost

Stagnant Air

Edited by Johnny Paradise, 05 June 2014 - 01:41 AM.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Shirosaki Amaya ~ Hermit

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"My mum cuts my hair for me."
[Shirosaki Amaya]

Year of Student: 1st Year
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
History: Despite coming from a poor family Amaya was always a happy child. Always playing with friends. Getting into the odd bit of trouble. Just a normal kid really. His parents always said they knew he was smart. But when the school approached them with the news that he wasn't just smart, he was gifted, they were still shocked. As a result he got bumped up a year in school. This was quite early in his life.

He pretty much needed to make new friends after that. Being in different classes now he didn't really see his old ones much anymore. But that was okay, that was do-able. Being a year younger wasn't such a big deal, in fact having moved up a year made him interesting. It was even easier to make friends than he'd hoped. But the novelty soon wore off for the class, once he started over taking them. It was replaced with barely veiled jealousy. After a year or so he moved up another year. And then another. By aged thirteen he was sharing classes with the sixteen year old's. And it was damn near impossible to make friends. Too mature for the people his own age, too young for the people in his class. He'd long since stopped even trying to befriend them. He just focused on his schoolwork. School might have been unpleasant. But at least his home life was still happy.

Until it wasn't.

One day a policeman came to fetch him from school. Told him there had been an accident. Took him to live with an Auntie Meg, whom he'd never met, in a town he'd never before set eyes on, called Sato. She only agreed to take him in because she'd heard he was some sort of child genius. Not that she was outright nasty to him, she just had her own agenda. And that was the money he could eventually be worth. She didn't consider that he'd retreat into his own little world for nigh on a year. Sat in his little room scribbling on papers. Drawings. Words. Maths. All sorts. Trying to figure out... Something. Eventually he declared he wanted to go back to school. Auntie Meg didn't ask any questions. She'd only wanted him if he was going to be worth something after a good education. Finally things were going her way. So she signed him up for school Sato. After a few entrance tests it was decided he was at the same level he had been at year ago, so he'd be back joining the sixteen year old's again.
Personality: Nowadays Amaya is very solitary. He retreated into his strange workings almost a year ago now and it still dominates his thoughts. He'll often be seen scribbling notes or doodles into a black book he carries in his backpack. When talked to, depending on who it is, he'll either not respond or try to end the conversation as soon as possible. He'll rarely start a conversation of his own accord unless it's necessary. In order to keep people away he usually has music playing on his old cassette player. If he's trying to think of something he sometimes just puts the headphones on without playing anything so people don't bother him.
Specialty: Amaya is great at absorbing new information and he doesn't forget it. It's the reason he's considered to be so smart.
Inventory: ~
Arcana: Hermit
Social Links: ~
Persona: Cassiel, the angel of solitude and tears.

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Skill: Evil Touch, Poisma, Bufu, Tarukaja.

Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 08 August 2014 - 04:41 PM.