This time it's dead for real, isn't it?

Name: Miyo Hiro

Age: 17

Gender: male

Class: (Please strike out whichever is not applicable) Year 3 Class 5

Appearance: Miyo is a male who stands at 5 feet 11 inches tall. He has strawberry blond hair which is styled into a pony tail in the back with one bang near his right eye right above it. He has a scar on the back of his hand from dropping a kitchen knife on it.

Personality: Miyo is a sarcastic and easily bored individual. He doesn't try much in school unless its a particular hard class. He isn't in any clubs at all. He has below average social skills to say the least

Hobbies/Likes: His hobbies are reading about mythology and playing chess with his sister. He likes any type of food with a bit of spice to it.

Will you be staying in the campus dormitory? (Please strike out whichever is not applicable) Yes/No no

If ‘No’, where will you be staying?: At his older sisters home which is not that far away from the school

Look into your soul and tell us about yourself, and your other self.

Player Timezone: (Helps people to plan events around your available times) central time

Backstory: Miyo was born in Kyoto,Japan to an unwed mother who had recently divorced and her younger lover who himself was only 20. He grew up with his sister Who simply went by Mini as that was what their Mother called her. When Miyo was 12 his mother simply left them but luckily his sister had recently gotten a job at a law firm her being 27 years old. He from then on kept to himself and usually did well in school unless he got bored. Currently he is a student of Yasogami high and has recently developed his persona.

Arcana: Hermit

Weapon: One handed Blunt objects. ( Stuff like a small hammer or a wrench._

Persona: (Describe your persona here as well) Shaman- A mystical sage of pagan rituals who is one who communicates with nature away from the prying eyes of humans. He appears as a pale skinned bearded man of middle age with cloth pants and a bare chest with green face paint and an tree shaped marking on his chest.

Skill Specialties: (Two) fire and ailments

Skill Auxiliary: (One, not required, but recommended)

Current Skill List: (Mods will help with this, up to three skills at the moment) Agi evil touch, maragi

Stats: (Must add up to 15, no one stat may be higher than 5)

Strength:2

Magic: 5

Endurance:3

Agility:2

Luck:3

Resistance: (one or two) lightining and dark

Weakness: (equal to the number of resistances you've chosen Light and ice

[Friday, September 15th, end of the school day, windy]

“But that’s wrong!”

“I’ve done the problem six times already. I’m pretty sure that-“

Momoko’s face morphs into a pained grimace. The nerve of this guy!

“No, you’re definitely-…UGH…ok, I’m going to do this one more time, and I swear…”

On the chalkboard are remnants of the same equation, scribbled over each others like layers of an onion.

“You start with this” she grumbles, drawing an ‘X’ and other numbers and symbols that follow in an organized manner.

“Now these cancel out right here, right?”

“Right.”

“And when those cancel out, you need to do the same thing over here, and then…”

Her explanation goes on for several minutes before arriving at the final step of the whole process.

“So what do you have now?”

The other student remains silent for a moment, scratching an answer onto his sheet of loose leaf.

“It’s the same thing I had earlier. See? I was right this whole time.”

The student leans back in his chair with a smug grin.

"Maybe you're not as good at this as you thought."

Momoko’s face turns a deep, threatening red. The piece of chalk in her left hand crumble to dust, obliterated by her grip. She stomps over to his desk and smacks her hands down on the surface with a hearty growl.

“But that’s WRONG! It’s 76x to the tenth! That’s the solution, ok!? You keep skipping these crucial steps and get your wrong answer!”

Momoko glares at him.

“Look in the back of the damn textbook next time! You clearly can’t do this kind of work by yourself!”

With that, she slides the classroom door open with a BANG and tramps into the hallway, down the stairs, and to her locker. The school bell chimes in, interrupting her seething.

"Rrrrrggg!"

(Maybe this place can come back to life, even just a little bit.)

Hey! Don't know how many more votes I can get with this, but if any old players still peruse the sub, I'd love to get some feedback on how we can make this work a second time, or at least improve in future moderating and DM endeavors. If any of you who haven't filled this out could do so, that'd be great. Thanks!

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSd09hU7P_GOSrdMDPVgBLzwN5azWDSck2EcObADI22GnlpfkA/viewform

For anyone who checks here, sees how hollow this place is, and is still interested--come on over to /r/GekkoukanHighFES. It's brand new, and still getting on its feet, but you can help with that! There's plenty of veterans from this sub and the old, old P3 one~.

Gelato and I have been nostalgia tripping like crazy today, recalling all the good and bad times had here and at the old Gekkoukan subs....while both are thoroughly dead, I know people still check back every once in a while, just to check, just to make sure, just to see if something's changed...there was something magical about these places. The way they brought us all together.

I miss you all!!!

Monday September 3rd, Yasogami Highschool Cafeteria. Lunch.

Asahara, dressed in a long-sleeved crimson tshirt and the school's uniform pants, is sitting at an almost entirely empty table. He doesn't seem too angry about anything, but his focused scowl as he reads from his book might suggest otherwise to those that don't know him well. Asa has his back against the wall, sitting sideways on the table, a book in his hand, and a small sandwich to his left, atop the table.

(Alright guys, relatively normal, average thread. Don't shoot me. Also I am heading to bed shortly after the time this is being posted, so keep that in mind.)

So, as I understand it, there have been talks of bringing the beach trip to an end and resuming classes and other events and RP activities.

It might be good to have a centralized thread where thoughts on the matter can be brought to light, so here it is.

• How many of us are in favor of ending the trip?

• How many are not in favor?

• How will this affect future events?

Again, this is just a discussion thread.

Sunlight fades over the skyline of Okina, shooting its final rays coursing like water through the western streets. Flares of orange mutely burn themselves out in the reflections of glass store fronts back in the city and warped by green-glass bottles by the beach. The rippling water glows with a dying light.

The students of Yasogami watch the sun sink beneath the fold of the horizon, dying the sky a deep scarlet in its wake. A chill enters the air as night creeps across the sky, causing those on the beach to huddle for warmth and pull their clothes about them. They look on as the sky changes to a deep violet, and a collective groan escapes their lips as the immutable weight of what the coming days will bring sinks in: classes, grades, exams, clubs, exams, grades, and classes-- rinse and repeat. On top of that, a murder case thus far defying understanding and a magical world full of monsters people somehow keep getting dumped in.

The ocean water grows glassy and dark. What lies beneath becomes a murky memory to the beachcrawlers on the sand. The trees breathe one last shuddering breath as August ends, and summer dies with it, leaving the students to contemplate the night in which they find themselves.

This is a blank event! No new skills for any of y'all, because I HAVE THE AUTHORITY HERE AND I JUDGE YOU UNWORTHY!

You can all pick one that has been made available in past acquistions.

Stat total increases to 23. Stat cap will increase from 7 on First September Acquisition.

EDIT: Last acquisition here.

(Friday August 31st, Evening, Beach, Clear.)

The sun lowers into a beautiful sunset on the ocean, turning it bright orange fading to dark blue. Katyusha stands by the Volleyball set up along the shore, hitting a volleyball into the air with the palm of her hand, and then again when it falls. Folding chairs and tables are set up to the side with various grills and plates, forks spoons, cups you name it.

Tonight, to end the first day of the beach trip, is a small game of Volleyball and some BBQ or whatever the students would cook. The only thing missing from the set are the students, for now.

(Alrighty, time to end Day 1 of the Beach Trip. Students who want an interest in the cooking and/or spectating of the game go into their own comment chain, while those playing are in another. If your character wants to tag out for a bit, simply say so and have him move along to the chain with the students cooking and spectating.)

(Friday August 31st, Late Afternoon, Beach, Partially Cloudy.)

Katyusha lies on her back under the large parasol she set up underneath. Her right leg bends up so her right foot is next to her left knee and both of her arms are folded behind her head. Her chest rises and falls with every slow inhale and exhale as she stares up at the inside of the parasol. Walkinga round in the sun dried her off from swimming earlier and her skin still pale from the strong sunscreen.

As she lies back and relaxes there are still the occasional glances from pedestrians walking by, few whistles but she ignored them which did get grumbles as replies with the chuckles of friends, some talk about some Operation: Babe Hunt was in earshot for a bit.

(You have Arago to thank for that cheesy title.)

[Friday, August 31st, afternoon, partially cloudy]

Beneath one of the multicolored umbrellas that line the shore, Momoko rests on her belly as she scribbles away at a sudoku puzzle. The umbrella shields her entirely from the sun, as do her t-shirt and capris. On top of that, the surrounding area smells of spray-on sunscreen. If it weren't for common sense, there'd be a sign that read 'No Sunburns Allowed' outside of her shade. She looks up at the ocean through her aviators for a moment and sighs before returning to her puzzle.

(Friday, August 31st, Noon, Partially cloudy.)

Katyusha had finished setting up the campsite with help of Arago and Hideyoshi. The tents were organized in a triangle all entrances facing inward. Katyusha's tent was a little bit bigger to accommodate her size. After that was done she stepped inside her tent, zipped up the entrance and changed into her swimsuit to which afterwards she left and walked onto the beach, sand between her toes as she approaches one of the unoccupied large umbrellas that dot the shoreline. She lies a large towel underneath and sits down, her legs straight out and her torso leaning back with her arms straight down behind her providing support. With a smile she examines the beach on their side, not particularly overpopulated and there was even a volleyball set up.

"Well, this will be a fun time indeed."

(Friday, August 31st, Noon, Partially cloudy. BGM)

Below the white clouds that partially cover the sky amidst a wind carrying the scent of the ocean, the two vans that transport the beach-goers have parked, letting the excited youths inside finally stretch their legs.

To the right of the parking lot stands the hotel where some would stay with a smaller area for campers nearby, secluded and secure from the tides. The hotel stands at a modest height of 4 stories, paint a nearly immaculate pale blue, awning a dark green. The camping area is empty, at the moment, save for the sand.

The beach itself has quite the activity, families, lovers, fisherman and more all taking in the crystal blue water and pleasant breeze passing over the white sand. Laughter and joyous shouts ring through the air as the newly arrived begin their unpacking. For the next three days they would be able to relax. The day's events? Volleyball later that night.

(Alright, open season. Post what you will. Refer to this post for general goings-on, and just remember to keep it fun. This post is just to introduce the start of the beach trip, you'll post your own threads as you would normally.)

(Friday August 31st, Okina, street by the Yasogami Dorms, Early Morning, Cloudy)

The day of the beach trip has finally arrived and parked on the streets are two vans, one of them grey with Natalia leaning against the driver's door and smoking, Katyusha stands on the opposite side, clipboard in hand and waiting. The other van dark green with Arago standing at the back of the van. Katyusha had copied and given everyone participating a schedule so they can remember when special events are going to start and also when they're supposed to arrive for the departures.

"Beach trip, huh? Was a little surprised to hear Viktoria didn't want to come. Oh well. How many people are we waiting on that aren't here?"

"We're waiting on Furue, Asa, Momoko, Hideyoshi, Ryu and Phil. So far I have Hideyoshi, Arago and I as campers so we can all get into one van with the supplies, probably fit Furue in because she's so small, and the rest can get into another. If everyone's here on time we can get there around noon, afternoon-ish and have time to get settled."

A puff of smoke leaves the van as Natalia sighs with a chuckle, walking around the front of the van, stomping out her cigarette and stopping next to Katyusha.

(All righty here we go! This post is to announce the start of the three day Beach Trip! This is a roll call and getting ready for Departure. The Arrival will be posted sometime tomorrow.)

(Late Thursday Morning, August 30th: Cloudy. Outside the museum in Okina. BGM)

Standing outside the Museum with his left hand on his hip, Arago watches on as workers hustle back and forth. Customers leave with murmers escape their lips, spreading rumors and mystery. "....Gone Missing......" ".....Sabotage....." "....Ruin them...."

Shaking his head as a police officer begins making sure people stay away from the museum and another ropes it off, Arago glances at the poster for a popular display of the museum's, lost deep in thought. The grey day from the clouds matching the overall mood of the area; Dismal, suspicious, overbearing, and generally unpleasant. With a sigh he watches the last of the day's patrons leave, the employees heading inside at the insistence of the officers.

It would seem as though the Nimue Diamond has just been stolen.

(Wednesday, August 29, Sunny. A small plaza in the middle of Okina, Noon.)

Furue sighs. She had been at this for a couple of hours and still no sign of a clothing store. Usually her aimless wanderings were somewhat successful, but today she must have been really off if even unintentionally finding a place wasn't an option. She adjusts the tiny orange bow in her hair and fiddles with the tail of her scarf. Her skirt-and-shirt combo had been given the addition of a jacket that protected her from the tiny splashes that came from the fountain behind her. Her backpack sat next to her on the bench, leaning against her ever so slightly.

Nuyima attempted to give Furue a poke of hope but Furue shrugged it off, opting to stay seated for at least a little while longer. She had all day to wander around and could afford to spend a little time relaxing on the bench.

(Tuesday, 28th of August, Sunny, Chagall Cafe, Okina City in the Afternoon.)

In the midst of the bustling City of Okina rests Katyusha in Cafe Chagall. Sitting at one of the tables by the window inside the Cafe she sips coffee and looks through papers in a folder. The title just simply says "School" on it as the inside contents are the most recent budget recordings of each club. Others are scrapped ideas for events or events that need further planning. One sheet is actually a roster for the beach trip as well as the schedule that she looks over momentarily.

She fixes the collar on her shirt and fixes her skirt as she shifts in her seat to get more comfortable as she would more than likely stay for some period of time. It's a habit of hers to stay in coffee places longer than anyone should, mostly being lost in thought. She lifts her right hand to scratch the side of her small nose before laying it back down on top of the papers.

"Hm...Only a few more days and the beach trip will commence. I wonder how that's going to go."

She speaks quietly to herself, as her eyes will sometimes drift to the door whenever someone enters or exits the Cafe.

The classic jingle of the news plays, signalling the opening of the show.

The camera feeds pans in slightly towards the news anchor, a hand on a laptop and another hand on a stack of papers on the desk. The anchor looks up from their papers to the viewer.

"Good evening, you're watching Inaba Tonight. At the capital this week, tuna continues to score high in the markets. Prices have yet to stabilise from the earthquake and tsunami last year, with prices reaching all-time highs in market auctions; Shinzio Machida reports."

The feed changes to shaky camera footage of mariners hauling a humongous grey fish, with the ocean spraying mist onto the camera lens. It switches to more stable side shots of different vessels, each pulling up their own catch of tuna onto their deck.

"Japan is well-known across the world for the fishermen's enormous catches, with visitor rates to Tsukiji fish market high enough for the market's authorities to limit the number of visitors to a hundred and twenty visitors per day. Demand for the bluefin tuna has been 'incredible', as many sellers in the Tsukiji fish market have claimed. Just last month, a two-hundred and seventy kilogram bluefin tuna was told for a whopping price of fifty-six million yen."

The camera feed switches to rows upon rows of tuna, laid spread out on the floor. The camera looks behind a group of people, with an auctioneer stood up above the crowd, pointing at hands in the group.

"Environmentalists, both in and out of the country, are upset at the strong demand for the fish, calling for stronger restrictions to be imposed to protect the threatened species."

The news continues.

"And here is the weather for the week."

Monday, 27th August: Light Showers

Tuesday, 28th August: Sunny

Wednesday, 29th August: Sunny

Thursday, 30th August: Cloudy

Friday, 31st August: Cloudy

Saturday, 1st September: Sunny

Sunday, 2nd September: Sunny

[Monday, August 27th, afternoon, reasonably sunny, Downtown Okina City at some]

Clad in a black skull t-shirt and pair of knee-length khaki shorts, Momoko kicks back and munches away on a few meat skewers. A morning workout is enough to work up a big appetite, as evidenced by the three other pairs of wooden kebabs resting on a shiny plastic plate. She yawns and whips out her thin set of reading glasses and her phone, easily drawn in by the digital sudoku game on the screen. She adjusts the silver shark choker around her neck and hones in on the grid.

"Three...no, you go here, and-"

She silences herself with more munching. How nice, to have an adequate source of protein, some brain games, and ample shade on a day off. She begins to hum a strangely aggressive tune to herself, but her voice through her throat makes it sound much more relaxing, almost like an old nursery rhyme of sorts.

[That's all folks.]

Sunday August 26th, Sunny. Samegawa Floodplain, Noon

A blanket, a bag, a fishing rod, a few worms for bait, and an Asahara. This is what one might see, lying on the slanted grass of the floodplain. Asa's right hand held the fishing rod tight, while his left was positioned in a way to hold a book open in front of himself. One might think doing both of these things at once would compromise the success rate of fishing, and one would be right.

Asahara's stoney face cracks into a soft smile as he feels a tug on his line. He gives it a few weak tugs, and then feels the line go loose once more. Asa sets his book down, openface on the grass, and reels in his line, setting the rod down beside himself, on the right. The slope he is on causes the rod to tilt and rest against his backpack

Asahara lets out a content sigh and lifts his book up with both hands, using it to block the sun from his eyes, while also reading it. His left knee is slightly higher than his right, his heel pressed slightly against the blanket. He looks rather relaxed, in this reclined position

(Saturday, 25th August, Early Afternoon; Light showers. A shopping center in Okina. BGM)

Walking along the shops and streets of Okina, Arago and a girl with a messy bob cut search out for shops. Arago wearing a red button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as he usually does, with black slacks and the pair of boots he bought before. The girl wearing a blue tank-top with a pair of black capris on underneath, running shoes finishing off what is an athletic look. As they walk, the girl gets distracted a lot, pulling Arago to different stores and booths, a childish bhaviour for someone who appears around the same age as Arago.

"Come on Raggy, let's go see this one!"

"Wha- No! I told you, we need to go to a clothing store, remember? You're the one who insisted we go!"

And so they continued down the street, girl running around energetically as Arago grows more frustrated.

Finished

(Friday August 24th, Okina City streets, Afternoon, Cloudy)

Clack, clackclack. Clack, clackclack

Boots tap along the concrete sidewalks of Okina with a rhythmic pattern as Katyusha moves down the streets of Okina, arms spread and sometimes moving close to her chest. She wears her Wine cardigan with her normal black, short skirt and boots, though her black leather gloves are not present on her hands. Her eyes look closed and her jet black hair floats behind her free from the confines of her hat. She'll occasionally open her pale blue eyes but for a second to see her surroundings before going closed. Pedestrians would look up at her with a weird look but shake it off as she passes by.

"♫Desolatioooon, deeevastatiooon♫"

She then hums a low tune with a slight grin on her face and as she turns a corner. Her eyes snap open and her arms fly out as she sings.

"♫I'm nucleaaar! I'm wiiiiiild! I'm breeaaaking up insiiide, a heart of broken glaaaass...♫"

An odd choice of song, but that did not matter to her. Her voice carried through the air soft as a breeze and enthralling to most that'd care to listen.

(Eyyyyy, I'm back! Here's that picture of Eisuke again in case anyone wants to write about it. To clarify--Eisuke will have been a student at this point, just a nameless, faceless one. That's in the background.)

(Forbidden Voices - Martin Garrix)

(Thursday, August 23rd. Sunny. Afternoon. School Grounds)

Eisuke Moriyama sits outside of the school, his back leaned up against the bench behind him, and his legs crossed. His whole demeanor seems to exude calmness, his body slightly slumped, a dopey grin crawling across his lips. He runs a hand through his hair, a few strands of it being pulled out as his hand hand tugs through. His gives his head a shake as he uses his other hand to straighten his hair back into place.

Glancing around, he wonders why he never quite took the time to really admire the scenery--was it as nice as Yokohama? Of course not, but asking for that in a city like this would be foolish at best, and plain moronic at worst. Every city is different, and no one works the same as another. There are commonalities, sure, but never anything to say "X city is just like Y city!"

Still, there's nothing wrong with the building he sees around him, and the dorm is certainly nothing to sniff at either. Maybe he just wasn't ready to appreciate it after such a hasty move. Maybe he wasn't prepared to like it because his mother was from here. Or maybe he just got too distracted in trying to pass classes, trying to get into a university, and most importantly, trying to chase girls. After all, what the hell else is a third year boy supposed to do?

But maybe now was the start. Maybe he'd do something about it today. Get lost in the streets. Find a new friend. Get into a fistfight with a stranger. Hell, maybe even find the love of his life.

Maybe today was the day. Maybe it is the day.

Wednesday, August 22nd. Sunny. 1PM, outside the school proper.

Sitting alone by one of the planters on the school's grounds, was Asahara. He had his back against the front of main school building, with the planter being directly around the corner on his right. In his hand is a cheap lighter, which he just continues staring at, as if he was waiting for it to attack him. His body, though near the ground and slightly relaxed, still appeared tense. For any that knew him, one thing might stand out the most, he didn't have his hair up in a ponytail. It was hanging down on either side of his head, obscuring his face

Asahara's connection to the world had slipped, as he stared into an alternate universe of his own torment, his looking glass being the disposable lighter gripped tightly in his hand. His heart was heavy, but something was weighing down on him more than that; more than his failures. Asa wasn't sure he had the fortitude to watch a flame rise from the lighter, especially by his own hand.

(I probably shouldn't have posted a CD during a dry spell. Oh well, no harm no foul. Closed up.)

(Okay, so everything SHOULD be good. But you all know how these things go, so if something’s wrong in skills or stats, please don’t hesitate to let me know, and I’ll fix them when I’m not at work/doing calculus/actually wanting to kill myself.

On a lighter note, hi everyone! I realise most of you know me, but some probably don’t, and that’s okay. That’s pretty much the reason I’m even doing a new character. Akira was stagnant--boring, non important, not interesting, and ESPECIALLY not fun to write. He was a real sack of shit, he was. Always moping and what not. Still, this means that I’m retiring Akira permanently in favour of this new character. So, uh, yeah. Good to be back. Again.

-Adam)

To all new/existing students of Yasogami High,

Welcome to a new year at Yasogami High School. As you have been informed through our media releases last year, Yasogami High will be consolidating its student population with Hibari High School, effective in this academic year. The new school will retain the ‘Yasogami High’ name.

As part of the consolidating process, all students, both new and existing, are required to fill out and submit the Student Profile form below. All fields are compulsory.

Name: Eisuke Moriyama

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Class: (Please strike out whichever is not applicable) Year 1/2/3 Class 1/2/3/4/5

Appearance: Eisuke stands at an extremely proud 6’2” and is built fairly well. His skin isn’t bronze, but he’s fairly tanned, nowhere near as pale as some. He has a rather muscular body, gained through a number of years weight training. He’s no Adonis, however--his shoulders are a bit too broad, his head a bit square, and his eyes a bit wider than normal. His hair, a striking grey--something he acquired through hair dye--is messy, falling slightly past his shoulders.. Typically he lets it hang down, but when he’s lifting, he ties is back so it stays out of his face, generally into a messy bun. His appearance takes more after his father, the American side showing only a bit more than the Japanese side.

His face isn’t unattractive, but it’s seen it’s share of wear. His eyes, a deep and dark brown, are usually very soft. In sunlight, he tends to squint, trying to keep the sun out (though he’s recently taken care of this problem with a pair of gas station sunglasses). His face is freckled heavily, only a few clear spot on the sides of his cheeks, and he has somewhat prominent smile lines on his cheeks. When he does smile, a dimple appears on either side of his mouth. He’s got the makings of a beard growing in, but he’s nowhere near anything someone like a... I don't know, a lumberjack would have.

His attire usually consists of the school’s uniform for most days. When he’s off-time, he wears a variety of clothes. In the fall, he’ll be wearing a flannel with jeans--even a leather jacket on occasion. In the winter, a heavy jacket and heavier pants. In the spring, he’ll be back to those flannels and jeans, and in the summer, it’s short sleeve shirts and cargo shorts. When he’s working out, he’s sporting a tank top and shorts.

Personality: Eisuke is, put plainly, confident, yet cautious of his words. He attempts to exude confidence, but second guesses most of the things he says to people. He lives with the worry that he’ll say something to offend somebody and, in turn, will hurt them. While he has no problem dealing with people disliking him, the trouble comes when he causes this discomfort or distaste. However, despite this desire to not offend those around him, Eisuke is generally a wall of stone--he’s hard-pressed to show much emotion, instead opting to smile when it’s needed and frown when it isn’t. His emotions are kept hidden from the people around him. He’s quite impatient with his mother, who took him away from his life when she and his father split.

He takes great pride in his physique, often going to great lengths to keep his muscle mass up and toned. As such, he can commonly be found in the school’s gym, lifting and training to keep in shape. The weight room is his home away from home, essentially.

Hobbies/Likes: Likes falling asleep to the sound of heavy rain and thunder, lifting, Exercising, Hanging out with friends, going on long, purposeless rides on bus routes and drives. He also enjoys playing the piano, though he’s hard-pressed to find one in town. Occasionally, he can sneak away to the music wing and play the piano there. He was a catcher for his old high school baseball team.

Will you be staying in the campus dormitory? (Please strike out whichever is not applicable) Yes/No

If ‘No’, where will you be staying?: N/A

Look into your soul and tell us about yourself, and your other self.

Player Timezone: US Eastern Standard Time (-5?)

Backstory: Eisuke Moriyama was born to a well-off family in the heart of downtown Yokohama. His parents--an American man from Concord, NH and a Japanese woman from Okina--raised him in the heart of the city, in a small, cramped apartment on the east end. He spent most of his early years around his mother, as most do, but when he got a bit older, around 11, he began spending a good bit more time with his father. His father ran a small gym on the east end, where he made good money through his clientele. Eisuke, in hopes to get closer to his father, took up weight training as a hobby, a commonality between the two, but he would quickly find that this was something he really enjoyed doing. He began spending most of his downtime in the gym, lifting and training alongside his father. In time, he would tone his physique--no Mr. Universe, but no slump either.

Early in life, Eisuke found enjoyment in playing the piano. His parents had an small keyboard in the apartment, and when he was bored, he would go back in fiddle around with the keys. In time, he would slowly teach himself to play. In the beginning, the most difficult part was being able to use both hands separately, but after a long time of practice, Eisuke could competently play a few tunes on the ivories. Even now, he still sneaks away to the music wing to fiddle with a piano and improve his skills. He found that Blues piano was his favourite, something entrancing about slamming away at the keys with such ferocity that drove him to learn more.

Early in life, Eisuke took interest in sports. His weight training was something that helped him further his passion for playing. He took up baseball at a young age, playing catcher due to his rather big size for a child his age. He would play it throughout his schooling, going out for the baseball team his first year in High School. He would get a chance to play backup, but not start. His sophomore year, he took that position on varsity. Beyond that, Eisuke is no stranger to drugs, something he did back home.

Following his sophomore year at his hometown high school, his parents divorced, something the the whole family had seen coming for a while. Tensions between his parents due to his father’s work hours and his mother’s impatience with her husband led to the split, and Eisuke’s mother took him back to her hometown of Okina, taking him away from his father, his friends, and his team for his final year of high school. He resents her for this, and opted to stay in the dorms, away from her.

Arcana: Moon

Weapon: Boxing Tape - Strike

Persona: Titan, as he appears in the SMT series.

Skill Specialties: Slash, Pierce

Skill Auxiliary: Buff

Current Skill List: Mighty Swing, Tathlum Shot, Blast Arrow, Gale Slash, Tarukaja, Sukukaja, Rakukaja, Slash Boost

Stats:

Strength: 7

Magic: 2

Endurance: 5

Agility: 4

Luck: 4

Resistance: Slash, Pierce

Weakness: Fire, Wind

(Tuesday, August 21st, Late Morning: Roughly 10:00. In front of a museum in Okina. Cloudy. BGM.)

In front of a large building with pillars quite obviously inspired by Greco-Roman architecture stood Arago, contemplating what lay in front of him. It was an eye-catching building, one that demands attention from those who pass it on the street, practically screaming for someone to look at it. Tall and wide, it stood almost intimidating with its large marble front, two glass doors betraying the entrance. Banners flew overhead of the doors, reading "Okina Museum and Gallery", colored a bright gold with black text on them. Carefully maintained walls meet a carefully cleaned floor, with stairs leading down to where Arago stood, left hand on his hip, thumb in pocket. The other hand lie on his left shoulder, a habit of his. Examining the gallery, he though back to the reason he was here and let out a sigh. The clacking of people's shoes as the go up the stairs sounding out, Arago tried to work up motivation to go inside the building.

???

A young boy stands in a dimly lit room, his hand wrapped around a doorknob. Slowly, he pushes forward on the door, opening it slowly, as if scared of what could be inside. Creaking sounds from inside the room, drawing the boy's eyes to another door. A leg disappears behind it before it slams shut. The boy let's out a gasp before bolting for the door, as if his life depends on it. However, after a single step, his foot gets snagged on something, causing him to fall face-first into the ground. He scrambles to get back up, but falls flat on his face once more as his leg is tugged back towards the door. He wriggles his leg in protest, only to have the strange wet 'thing' tighten it's grip. The child cranes his neck to see what was holding him back from the door. His eyes widen as their gaze meets with that of a giant fish that looks eerily like it was made of jade. A split second later, water bursts into the room.

Monday 20th of August, Sunny, Hideyoshi's dorm room, 11AM

Hideyoshi woke up in a cold sweat. Rough and ragged breaths leave his mouth as he lies on his bed, trying to gather his jumbled up thoughts. "Where?... What?" He looked over to his bedside table and caught a glimpse of his phone. With nothing better to do, and the need for information, he reaches over and grabs it, grunting in the process in the discovery of a migraine. With a quick couple of finger movements, he sent out a text to Ryu.

What happened? I don't remember a thing. (Open to Ryu only for the time being, this may change later on.)

“In Inaban news today, the summer heat has affected the population in more than air-conditioning costs. The YasoInaba Fire Department has been working through the week today to put out fires near the town. Firefighters responded calls made by hikers to several forest fires.”

The video feed cuts to shots of firefighters spraying jets of water to tame the fires trying to reach their suits.

“The fire brigade also put out a house fire in the residential district on Thursday, although police investigations are underway to determine the origin of the fire. At this time, the police suspect that the fire was caused by the summer heat but they are not ruling out foul-play.”

The news continues.

“In order to pass the time through this hot season, people have been parking themselves near rivers. They stand by the sides of the rivers, taking advantage that the lower water levels mean that the fish are likely to notice the bait on the hooks and…”

The anchor attempts to make a gesture of tugging a rod, restrained by the confines of the table.

“Get a bigger catch. But according to experts, fishing while it’s hot out is asking for an empty catch. To talk more about this, we have Mr. Nisao Hayao, representing Anki Lines and an avid personal fis- sport angler.”

The camera switches to a larger shot of the studio to include a young office man whose suit is trimmed with fishing lures. A noticeable twitch can be seen on the man’s face when the term ‘personal fisher’ is used.

“Mr. Hayao, thank you for coming to the studio.”

”And thank you for inviting me.”

“So on the topic of fishing, casting the line in hot weather: Yay or nay?”

“If you’re doing it in the summer, it’s not that smart to go out fishing right now since the extended period of hot days makes the river water warmer. Warmer rivers mean that the water has less oxygen, which makes the fish more sluggish and less like to look at baits.”

“Then if now is not a good time for people to fish, then when would be good for people to catch at with a better change?”

”Well uh, the more frequent time that it will be good is during the change of tides. That’s when bait moves, and the fish feed more actively. They won’t tell the difference between a bait washed into the water, and bait that is washed into the water with a line attached to it. If you want another time during the summer, you should wait for light rain. Rain washes bait and insects into the water, which makes them more active as well.”

“That’s quite a couple of times that someone can fish effectively, but I have a question. For someone like me, who is not very fisherman, can I pick up the nearest stick, tie up some string to it and start fishing?”

“You absolutely can. However, something as simple as that is not going to last long. Some fish tug hard enough to break rods and when that happens, you lose your bait and your catch. You could try to fix the problem; grab an iron pole and tie a line to that. But the weight is going to affect your performance; you going to hold onto the rod for quite a while when you’re reeling in your catch. The rods we produce are strong enough to resist breaking, yet lightweight that it doesn’t become too heavy when you hold it for long.”

“Quite informative. Thank you once again, Mr. Hayao, for coming down to talk to us about fishing.”

The man nods his head. The camera feed refocuses on the anchor.

“And now, the weather.”

Monday, 20th August: Sunny

Tuesday, 21st August: Cloudy

Wednesday, 22nd August: Sunny

Thursday, 23rd August: Sunny

Friday, 24th August: Cloudy

Saturday, 25th August: Light showers

Sunday, 26th August: Sunny

(Ignore the dumb title)

Thursday August 16th, Windy. Midday. Somewhere in the hoods streets City of Okina, outside of the house which was previously inspected.

Just as the concrete and buildings begin to blend together, Asahara arrives at the address given to him by Arata. He plunges a hand into his left pocket and pulls out a small slip of paper, with the address written down on it. Asa straightens out the paper and looks up at the building, then down to his paper, and back up. Asahara nods to himself and proceeds toward the door while tucking the paper away.

(Fin)