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Name: Vincent Syther

Race: Wood Elf

Class type: Hunter

Vincent Syther considers himself a Rouge Hunter. He tents to work on his own and prefers sneaking rather then charging in head on.
His weapon of choice is a bow and arrow but can use any long ranged weapon effectively. Because not all battles can be fought at long range he favors duel wielding for CQC mainly blades but if the situation gets hairy he will use a shield to make up for his lack of heavy armor. Vincent sticks more to light to medium type armor, he would rather be able to dodge over taking a hit in combat. He does not use magic of any kind, he doesn't trust anything intangible.
Vincent is an honest person, you'll never catch him stealing. His father taught him young if you can't afford it, work harder. He is for the most part a level headed person he'll give just about anyone a chance to get on his good side but rub him the wrong way and he wont hesitate to kill you.

The beginning of a new life.

Jacob looked down at the pink slip of paper.

Jacob Lumbardie

For obstructions of Investigations of the death(s) of:

Mark Lumbardie

Jennifer Christionson Lumbardie

Must stay a minimum of:

1,000 Miles 

in place of question:

Markwater appt.

Failure to do so will result in governmental action.

He scoffed, balled up the paper and threw it into the street. He never wanted any of this, he was trying to help, all they were doing were keeping everything under their control. As they always did. 

He started walking not caring where he was headed. Where was he suppose to go? He had no one now and thanks to the notice, no where to go. Jacob came to the intersection and stood there for what felt like hours. His mind was blank. He was numb. But not alone...

"Hey, is your name Jacob Lumbardie?"

Jacob didn't look at who was talking to him. "Who wants to know?"

"Lucas Morris of Lancers Corp. he requests your presence."

Jacob looked over his shoulder. A girl with green hair pulled back in a pony tail with dark sunglasses stood behind him holding an envelope. He turned to face her taking in her appearance. She was a few inches taller then him medium build and a long scar stretched across her face. "Here." she said shaking the envelope a bit. 

"Who are..." Jacob tried to reply but she cut him off.

"Not here, take the envelope, read it as you walk away from me." 

Jacob took the letter, turned and opened it reading as he crossed the road.

Jacob Lumbardie 

It has come to my attention that the government has threatened you with imprisonment for problems that have been forced upon you. I would like to make you an offer that would help you in your future endeavors. 

Please come to Lancer Tower as soon as you can give this letter to the receptionist and she will take care of the rest. I hope I will see you soon.

Lucas Morris 

Ceo of Lancer Corp.

At the bottom of the page was a QR Code that he was so accustomed to seeing in everyday life. However when he scanned the code with his phone it didn't respond with anything. No numbers, letters or even symbols. 

He had no where to go and nothing else to do. He would go now. To Lancer Tower and take any deal Lucas had to offer. 

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Short Story

I was running, I had to get away. From what I didn't know but it didn't matter, if I was caught I was dead. The path ahead was clear for the most part. A dark ally. I knocked over trash cans as I ran, they had to be slowed down. But I didn't even know if it was working it didn't matter looking back would be to risky. I rounded the corner and saw a street up ahead. They wouldn't make a scene in a crowded place. I abandon all attempts to slow them down, getting to the road as fast as possible was the new objective. I ran with everything I had. I burst out of the ally and took off down the sidewalk dodging passersby. They didn't seem to notice me through the hustle and bustle of traffic. I turned my head to see if they were still after me. In doing so I stepped off a curb and...

The jolt caused my arm to shoot out and knock something over. I raised my head and stared at the bright light in front of me. My eyes burned as they adjusted to the change from dark to light. The computer monitor in front of me came to view. The blue and white lay out with status updates lay infront of me. Apparently Jessica was a fan of 'finding her own Edward'. It took a second to realize I had dowsed off. I sighed in frustration. These all nighters weren't working out. I put my head back on the desk and found the spot that I must have drooled on. I moaned in annoyance, but didn't move I wanted to remember the dream so bad. I couldn't remember if I had seen what, if anything, had been chasing me. I kept thinking but it was gone. I opened my eyes, peeled my face off the desk, used some kleenex to clean off my face and desk.

I reached over my laptop and clicked on the light. My eyes burned again, stupid. Once adjusted I took in the scene. Homework had made it to the floor, the tabs on my computer were all useless sites, and I had obviously made myself a cup of tea. I notice that the sugar shaker was on its side, it must have been what I knocked over. Luckily no sugar had spilled on my desk. I stood the sugar up and was about to finnish off my tea and call it a night when I noticed an update in my mail folder. I clicked on the tab and saw that a bookstore was having a discount on books.

"Wow," I said to the empty room. "I could've used this two days ago." I closed the program and looked at my desk top. An anime character looked back. I simply looked as I slowly sipped the last of my tea. When I finished I closed my laptop, and stood up.

"If I have any hope of passing this class I've got to pull my act together." Well I just need to stop playing so many games and focus. "Well yeah, but its..." I was actually talking to myself. This isn't good.

I cleaned off my bed of all the items strait to the floor, they'd be there tomorrow to pick up. I got in bed and stared at the ceiling as I thought about life. Money, love, and happiness. All things I wanted so bad, but didn't have. Another day wasted. "Its okay" I assured myself. And I knew I was right. Tomorrow is another day and another chance. I rolled over and closed my eyes, smiling.

The beginning.

Lance woke, but his eyes didn’t snap open. He let them drift open cause he didn’t feel like moving. He was comfortable. He tried to remember how he had ended up on the carpet in his room, but when he realized he wasn’t in his room, he sat up and looked around. The area he was in was covered in a thick fog. Was this Inaba? But it hadn’t rained recently. Or had he been out that long. Surely his parents would have woken him up after a couple of days. He was beginning to panic. He leaned forward and pushed himself to his feet. As he did he noticed his bag and a long wrapped tube sitting a few feet away.

Then it all rushed to his mind and he fell to the floor as a headache throbbed hard in his head. He had been at Mitsuo’s house. Mitsuo wanted Lance to come over with all of his weapons. When he found out what Mitsuo wanted with them, he turned to leave, he got out side when…when. Then what had happened? As the headache pounded on he tried to remember, but as hard as he tried, whatever had happened was gone. He looked at the floor that he was now seeing for the first time. It looked familiar but that wasn’t important now. He had to figure out how to get home.

Once again he got to he feet and walked over to his things. His bag looked simple and small but in fact held quite a bit. He opened the bag and spilled out his contents to make sure everything was in order. He counted everything and was relived to see he still had his 5 knifes, 2 of them a butterfly, 3 daggers, and a set of 2 swords one known as a Kadachi and the other a Wakizashi. He had other bits and bobs, and MP3 player, headphones, DVD’s, Mangas, and a log book with his pen. He then realized that his Cell phone was nowhere to be found in his bag. He checked his pockets but to no avail. He got to his feet and walked around. He found it lying a few feet away. But on picking it up he looked at the battery only to see a small red bar. He didn’t even get to sigh in frustration when it flickered, put up a small picture of a battery with X eyes and a tongue sticking out before it turned off completely. He was now lost. His phone was his last hope against the fog. He would now be moving forward completely blind.

Take down and Revise.

Alright if anyone has read my last post or is looking for it don't panic i pulled it down. I posted the last part of my story and after reviewing it i decided to scrap it and try it from a different angle. So bear with me as i make revisions.

Character Bio for my P4 fanfic.

Well I got out my first chapter but haven't introduced my Main Character yet. Mainly because I've got to set up the premise first.

But I wanted to post a short bio on the character before i got to that point. So here it is.

Name: Lance Fermen

Age: 17

Male

Lance is a Foreign exchange student from America. Both his parents died in an accident when he was 10 he decided to take the money they left him and went to Japan to get away from being put in an orphanage. He landed in Japan and went as far as he could till he was sure he was safe. That place just so happened to be Inaba, Japan. He was sure that being here would hide him from the spotlight of the press so he could keep a low profile. He found a family who took him in, in exchange he taught them english and they taught him Japanese. By age 15 he was fluent in the language and got a job at Junes. He also picked up smoking to calm his nerves that he got every morning from his nightmares of his parents death (having been in the accident and seen both their bodies) He attends the high school and is currently a second year there. He is friends with Mitsuo Kubo, a strange boy who constantly talks of how everyone he knows sucks. Even Lance, but since Lance isn't good at making friends at school he sticks with Mitsuo as his lackey.

If there's anything that isn't clear or I should add more detail to tell me, and I'll work on it some more.

ROUGH draft.

Alright here it is guys my Persona fan fic. I want to stress that there might be 'spoilers' in here. nothing that leads to the truth in the actual game but stuff you might not have known about. I can't stress enough how much of a ROUGH draft this is. I did as Scott said I should and forced myself to write it, towards the end I got kind of a headache so i sort of ended it lamely, let me know what you think here's a pic of who we're fallowing right now under her the story. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Chie walked down the alleyway with Yosuke, the rain was pouring but nothing could damper her spirits on a day like today.

“It’s finally over!” Chie said throwing her hands in the air.

“Yeah…” Yosuke said with a hint of disbelieve in his voice. Chie didn’t miss it, she knew him to well.

“Oh come on, we caught the guy. No more kidnappings.”

Yosuke stopped at the intersection and looked up at Chie.

“I just don’t get it. Someone that small taking Saki-sempi and putting her in the TV no I don’t believe it, if they really have stopped then I will.” He looked at Chie “I’m watching the TV tonight.”

She stared at him, there was fire in his eyes it unnerved her a bit.

“Oh come on Yosuke, you shouldn’t worry so much. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And before he could offer her his umbrella she was running to her house. The rain was slamming to the pavement and she was soaked through before she made it to her street. The rain was blocking out everything. The beautiful view that she always saw walking to her house was covered in gray the street lights forming balls of yellow trying to break through the gray. She couldn’t even see the street but she knew her way her and Yosuke played on this road all the time. Chie finally made it to her house; she got inside quick and slammed the door closed. Chie’s house was plain, as far as she was concerned. The kitchen was the first thing you saw with the family room out of site from the doorway. Chie’s mother was in the kitchen and jumped at the sound. When she saw who it was, her expression became stony.

“Do you have any idea what time it is young lady?” She said pointing at the clock in the entryway. Chie looked up at the clock it read eleven o’clock. She filled with fear at the site of it, how had it taken that long inside the TV to get him out. She turned to her mom and bent into a bow.

“I’m really sorry mom.” Chie straitened up. “I really had no idea it was that late. I thought we had left on time the clocks where we were said it was nine thirty.”

Her mom looked extremely unconvinced.

“Well I drew you up a hot bath anyway I figured you’d be walking home late I just finished it, I’ll take your food upstairs and then strait to bed young lady, I don’t care if you have tomorrow off I don’t want you sitting in the house all day watching your movies.” She smiled and turned back to her cooking. Chie smiled.

“Thanks mom!” Chie ran up stairs taking off her coat and throwing it into her room as she passed. The bath felt good against her cold skin she laid there thinking of everything that had happened. The boy, Mitsuo Kubo, having been blamed ran into the TV to escape his punishment. Chie shifted in the bath, even though she knew she was clean she felt like bugs where crawling on her. The kid gave her the creeps. They chased after him into the TV, a sort of other dimension that contained things known as shadows and where she had obtained her other self know now as a persona not but a few months ago. The time between then and now seemed ages.

“It had to be him,” Chie said to the foggy room. “Why else would he run?” Mitsuo had been throwing people into the other world to be killed by their other selves, now that he was in police custody Inaba would return to its normal ways again. Chie got out of the bath wrapped herself in a towel and walked to her room where she saw a plate of food on her desk. She got dressed in some clean sweats and sat down pondering everything that had happened before hand. When she finished, turned off the lights and was about to get into bed the clock beeped midnight. Her TV, which she had stopped in front of on her way to bed, flicker on and an image appeared on it. It was a boy, her age, on what looked like a stage; he was standing there then began to speak.

“And welcome to the show! I’m your host Lance Ferman! And today we have a real treat.” He was talking like an excited host to a new show. He snapped to another camera. “You’ve seen loads of shows giving you what they want but now. I’m giving you what YOU WANT! That right this show is all about the viewers so stay tuned! This is going to get saucy.” Just before the image died Chie recognized him. He sat next to Yukiko in their homeroom. If he was in the TV tonight and the rain ended tomorrow then he would be dead by Monday morning. But how had he gotten in there? And would there be time to save him?