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Jora LaFete

"Why ya gotta be so damn uptight?"

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a character in “True Cross Academy”, as played by kiran-sama

Description

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Name:
Jora Cicerrio LaFΓͺte
"Like the name? Came up with it myself, you know."

Age:
16

Race:
Demon

Gender:
Male

Role:
Demon

Romantic Interest:
Since he entered Assiah, Jora has had so many relationships and flings, it's useless to try and count them all.
"I am a man of many loves. I'm sorry, but, end of the line, Beautiful. First come, first serve. Unless, of course, you can... impress me~"

Rank:
Esquire

Exorcist:
-Tamer-
-Knight-

Height:
5' 7"

Weight:
133 lbs

Weapon:
Jora uses a dagger, which he has dubbed Griffe

Job:
Part-time waiter




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Personality:
Jora could easily be described with quite a few terms, the majority of which could be interpreted as... unsavory. Amongst them would be womanizer, secretly Questioning, slightly promiscuous, party animal, and "suave-beyond-all-reason". His cool-guy outward appearance and actions can be attributed to his first encounter with the denizens of Assiah, and has since been practiced and honed to perfection. Although, because of this, Jora can often come off as shallow, especially because he's almost constantly hitting on nearly everyone he comes into contact with. And, in many respects, Jora is very, very shallow. It's not that he means to come off as a cursory jerk, it just happens more often than not. In reality, he doesn't quite understand that his attitude can be taken as offensive or unappealing to some. In his mind, he's acting completely normal. Jora actually could make a good friend... if the other person were willing to take upon themselves the challenge to understand the way his mind works. He's not very good in emotional or crisis situations, of course, mainly because anything he says is almost always taken the wrong way, and his words are prone to triggering people in the first place. But he really does mean well most of the time. It's just the delivery of his thoughts and feelings that tend to give others the wrong impression of who he is.

Likes:
-His host body-
-Hitting on people-
-Hooking up with people-
-Mirrors-
-The outdoors-
-Alcohol-
-Dancing-
-Clubbing-
-Whistling-
-Humming-
-Being in crowds-
-Sunglasses-
-Romantic comedies-
-The color pink-
-Astrology-

Dislikes:
-Overly-bright places-
-Being alone-
-Rejection-
-Horror movies-
-Clingy people-
-Swimming (because, well, he can't)-
-Getting into scuffles-
-People better-looking than he is-
-The color lime green-
-British people-
-People who "cramp his style"-
-Little kids-
-Being talked down to-

Talents:
-The Power of Persuasion-
-Perception-
-Good vocals-
-Adept at all sorts of dancing-

Flaws:
-His attitude tends to leave a lot of people peeved at him-
-He can't cook to save his life-
-Even though he can genuinely be trying to do good, it more often than not comes out wrong-
-He's very easy to offend-

Hobbies:
-Looking in the mirror-
-Flirting-
-Showing off-




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Bio:

Other:
Demon Form
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Relationships:
Father
Asmodeous
Age: UNKNOWN
Demon Form
Human Form

Mother
Asphodel
Age: UNKNOWN
Demon Form
Human Form

Sister
Adaria
Age: UNKNOWN

Brother
Ezil
Age: UNKNOWN

Brother
Ivrius
Age: UNKNOWN

Thoughts towards Other Characters:
N/A

Theme Songs:

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Dance, Dance- Fall Out Boy

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantical stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

ImageYou always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead

Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me



Demon Theme
1:: Ready or Not (I'm Coming)- Oomph

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Eckstein - Eckstein - welcome to my playtime
Eckstein - Eckstein - if you peek then you'll die

Once again I lie and wait here
Time to play our little game
If I find you then it's fate, dear
Just me winning once again

And now I can hear you breathing
And now I can smell your fear
I can't wait now 'cause I'm seething
I'll make you my souvenir

Eckstein - Eckstein - welcome to my playtime
Eckstein - Eckstein - if you peek then you'll die

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf sechs sieben acht neun zehn!

Ready or not - I'm coming
Ready or not - I'm coming
Ready or not - I'm coming
Pray to your god - I'm coming
Hide your soul

Always longing for your touches
Always dreaming of your hair
Once I'll have you in my clutches
That's when we'll play truth or dare

Eckstein - Eckstein - welcome to my playtime
Eckstein - Eckstein - if you peek then you'll die

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf sechs sieben acht neun zehn!

Ready or not - I'm coming
Ready or not - I'm coming
Ready or not - I'm coming
Pray to your god - I'm coming
Hide your soul

Go hide now!
Hide your soul

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, Eckstein
Alles muss versteckt sein...


2:: Handmade Celebrity- John Boy

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Bone by bone, I made you
Stitch by stitch, I gave you life
Wooden boy, I sold you
To the highest price

Tone by tone, I mold you
Inch by inch, I told you twice
Wooden boy, I showed you
'Till you said I'm right

Handmade celebrity
You think you showed me
I see it to be
And I know that I'm right
I know that tonight
I hope that you're fine
Inside and out, out
My handmade celebrity
I made you from me, yeah

I made you
I made you from me

Bone by bone, I broke you
Stitch by stitch, I pulled them out
Wooden boy, I showed you what life's all about
Tone by tone, I pulled you
Inch by inch I shrunk you down
Wooden boy, I scold you
'Till you played the town

Handmade celebrity
You think you showed me
I see it to be
And I know that I'm right
I know that tonight
I hope that you're fine
Inside and out, out
My handmade celebrity
I made you from me
I made you from me

And I know that I'm right
I know that tonight
I hope that you're fine
Inside and out, out
My handmade celebrity

And I know that I'm right
I know that tonight
I hope that you're fine
Inside and out
My handmade celebrity

Handmade celebrity (x4)

So begins...

Jora LaFete's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mavis Aria Jeska Character Portrait: Yoru Sukishime Character Portrait: Haru Freimann Character Portrait: Analisia Tachibana Character Portrait: Yuen Tatabana Character Portrait: Yusaku Yanagisawa Character Portrait: Miki Taniya Character Portrait: Xepher Mier Dwei Character Portrait: Sonny Koizumi Character Portrait: Jitsue Osaka Character Portrait: Eira Akane Ueda Character Portrait: Makoto Taniya Character Portrait: Lin Mojarra Character Portrait: Chihaya Ogiwara Character Portrait: Soru Haika Character Portrait: Jora LaFete Character Portrait: ~;Subarashii Ritsuzen;~ Character Portrait: ~;Mei Norou Makazaki;~ Character Portrait: Rina Okumura Character Portrait: Aurora Sanctus Grant Character Portrait: Garic Aguero Grant Character Portrait: Felix Thorn

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Mavis Jeska


Mavis always woke up early, which is why she was at her class so early. She looked upon the few students in front of her class, either slacking off, sleeping, or talking. Rarely any of them were studying, and the ones that were well... It wasn't surprising to her though. She wasn't given that much respect as a teacher because of her age and being a student also. The only respect she was given was for being serious and strict in some way, no one looked her beyond that.

It's not as if she really minded though. This was daily, this was life. As a teacher, she had to deal with these things, always being the calmest and most accepting one, no matter the circumstances, which was why she was so open to letting people sleep in her class, 'It'll affect their lives if they don't pay attention in class the next time we all go on a mission...' She thought with a sigh but shook off this unpleasant feeling and glanced at her papers she had to grade and sat up straight in her chair before grabbing a pen and beginning to write.




Yuen Tatabana


Yuen woke up early, and by accident because his alarm was on and he didn't turn it off the night before, seeing how he'd always do that, but just because he hated waking up early. Usually, he'd wake up late, leaving behind first, second, third, maybe even his fourth period if he felt like it. The first year, his teachers were always angry at him for skipping his classes, but after him staying for so long and constantly repeating all his mistakes, all the teachers got used to such habit.

Slowly, he rolled off his bed, hitting the ground with such force it probably woke up the other heavy sleepers the floor below him. And yet his hand missed the alarm clock, leaving it still to ring as he brought himself off the ground, the blankets along with him. He brought his hand forcefully down onto the clock and stood up with a wrathful look on his face before heading for the door, partially dressed and undressed. He went on a mission a day before, and got really tired while trying to change out of his school uniform. He didn't care about the weird looks he got from his dorm, so he just headed straight for class, not knowing what time it was and that school wasn't even about to begin just yet.




Xepher Dwei


Xepher lit a smoke before putting the lighter back into his pocket and looking up at the sky from outside the academy. He wasn't the type of principal to be lying around and doing nothing, so what he did in the mean time was talk to a few of the kids or just simply welcome the freshmen or newcomers, since there were people of many ages.

It wasn't creepy or anything. He was the principal, sure, but he was so young. Even a few students and teachers were older than him, but that didn't really matter to anyone apparently. Xepher was the type of man that was easy to talk to, the type of man who anyone could open up to, no matter the age or gender. It was the same both ways since he felt mutual.

He looked down at his watch to check the time and noticed that it was 7:45, "Seven forty-five kids! Make sure not to be late, alright?" He laughed and watched the few students he talked to walk off and run into the distance, 'Really... these kids are so interesting and funny to me...' Xepher told himself, taking a breath of fresh air for himself.




Jitsue Osaka


Jitsue was sitting underneath a tree, holding a book up to his eye level and scanning it quickly. To most people, it looked like a regular book, but he was studying human emotions, since he's a demon himself. Although people suspected him to be a human, he was most definitely not. He, along with three others, were the people causing so much trouble for the school, and yet no one knew, other than perhaps one; the principal.

He always had his eyes on him, being wary, but around the students, he knew they never suspected a thing, so he was able to read these books and be normal around them without any worries. Still, he acted normal, just in case.

There, underneath that tree, he waited for three other people who were just like him; demons. But they were demons who also caused trouble and stood undercover in the academy to learn weak spots so they could attack when needed. Instead of takling to the students who passed, he waited for the other three of his kind to talk to. He never liked humans. In fact, he hated them with all his life, 'Just to get rid of them would be a long life well spent...' He though with a small smile while his eyes switched from the book to the passing students, still searching for the three he was waiting for.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Haru Freimann Character Portrait: Miki Taniya Character Portrait: Jitsue Osaka Character Portrait: Eira Akane Ueda Character Portrait: Makoto Taniya Character Portrait: Jora LaFete

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Miki awoke that morning to the sweet, sweet sound of enraged shouting.

"-KI YOU LITTLE RAT GET YOUR GODDAM ASS OUTTA BED RIGHT FUCKING NOW BEFORE I REND YOU LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB DO YOU HEAR ME?!? WE GOT PLACES TO BE YOU LITTLE SHIT, AND I'M NOT GONNA BE LATE BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Her sister's screeches tore her from her slumber slower than they could have, the volume seeming to increase with each passing moment as she drew more and more into the world of the waking. Her senses gradually came to life, and she made a small noise of not-quite-protest in the back of her throat, half-heartedly attempting to inform her sister that she was awake and (somewhat) aware. When the hollering failed to cease, Miki groaned as loud as she dared and rolled over onto her back. She really was trying to sit up, afraid that if she remained inactive any longer her sister would just lose it. After about thirty seconds of her struggle, she succeeded in her small endeavor and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest to keep from falling back over. As she blinked sleep from her eyes, Miki was surprised to find that her sister wasn't in the room with her, as she had previously assumed. Just as she noticed this, the yelling ceased, and Miki decided that the noise had come from Makoto's own room instead, probably so that she could get ready and yell at Miki at the same time. Leave it to her sis to be efficient.

Slowly, the girl dragged herself from her bed, removed the outfit she'd selected the night before from her closet (a habit of hers), donned it, and set about brushing her hair. As she did so, she heard a voice whispering quietly from the opposite corner of her small room. Miki-tan... Miki-tan the high-pitched, breathy, feminine voice murmured. Good... morning, Miki-tan.

Delighted at the presence of her friend, Miki cracked a smile in the mirror, continuing to brush her hair. "Good morning, Chiyo-chan!" she chirped, fitting a clip into her dark locks, to keep them out of her eyes. "Today, Big Sis and I are going to cram school! Oh, you can come too, of course. It's going to be really, really fun!" The girl set the brush down and rose from her seat in front of the vanity. She whirled around to face the corner, beaming brightly. Her friend was curled up in her little niche, red dress in tatters and long, dark hair unruly. Chiyo-chan hardly ever seemed to change, and Miki liked that about her not-so-imaginary friend.

"I... I don't want you to... go there... Miki-ta-"

"MIKI!" Makoto's yelling cut off Chiyo-chan, and before Miki could do anything, her friend vanished into thin air. Dismayed, the girl grabbed her schoolbag from by the door, her sister's voice penetrating the thin walls. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, NOW! WE HAVE TO GO!"

"I'm coming, Sis!" she shouted, desperate to stave off her sister's frustration while she could. No sooner had she slipped out of her room and into the hallway of the small apartment than her sister appeared at the other end, bag slung over her shoulder and eyes narrowed in a terrifying scowl. Makoto's hair was in partial disarray, showing that she'd only woken up a little bit earlier than Miki herself, and had obviously taken much less care in getting ready. Miki held back a sigh. Her sister was not a morning person.

"Jesus, there you are! Let's go already." Makoto growled, hands on her hips, weight shifted to one leg. Miki did her best to smile in an attempt to spread some cheer to her angry older sister.

"Okay!" she agreed, and followed her sister out of the hallway. On her way out, she grabbed a leftover biscuit from the kitchen to eat on the way to school. The sisters left the building, Miki trailing a few feet behind Makoto (as specified prior to the start of the school year), munching on her biscuit as she went.

The walk to school took about fifteen minutes at most; the two girls lived rather close to True Cross. Their parents had found for them a living space close by for the very reason of convenience (provided that Makoto would be a suitable guardian and adult of the house in the absence of their parents). Once they'd arrived at the massive campus, much to Miki's dismay, she... she lost her sister, who had disappeared in the crowd of people. Once she realized that she could no longer see Makoto, she stopped in her tracks, looking around as though she were lost. Actually, she kind of was. Makoto was the one who knew where everything was, and she was gone now.

Slowly, she started walking again, brows raised in confusion, wishing more than ever than her friend was with her then.

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Christ, she was glad to be rid of that little brat. For the time being, anyways. She had things to do. At least, she thought she did. Something told her that she had to be somewhere. She did have somewhere to be. She knew she did. Somewhere where her damned half-sister couldn't be following her to, which was why she deliberately and smoothly lost the girl in the crowd, weaving through the throng of students. It had been all too easy.

It was just sheer bad luck that she happened to (quite literally) run into her goddam cousin. They bumped into each other, and Makoto stumbled back a few steps before straightening up and glaring at him. He'd been reading his Bible instead of watching where the hell he was going. Stupid fucking Jesus-freak. God, she hated him. He regarded her evenly, which only pissed her off all the more.

"Good morning," he bid her, monotonous as ever. "Where is your sister?"

Makoto cracked a mischievous grin. Oh, she'd been waiting for him to ask that. She'd prepared a response that would piss off this Jesus-freak real good. "I don't know." She shrugged. "Am I my sister's keeper?" His reaction was all she had hoped for. He looked like he'd gotten bitten by something, it was priceless. He scowled at her and moved along, saying nothing more to her. Perfect. Adios, Jesus-freak. Good riddance to him.

Makoto walked for a time, not quite aimlessly. She had hoped that, if she walked through enough places, she'd remember where the hell she was supposed to be. It took her about five or so minutes to lay eyes on such a place: a tree. A tree with two figures sitting beneath it. She narrowed her eyes, getting a longer, better look. Yep. That was the place. She started for it, fingertips worrying the strap of her bag slung over her shoulder. It didn't take her long to reach the tree and the two sitting by it. There was that white-haired kid, whose name she really should have remembered but hadn't quite stuck, and then there was that other weird-looking chick.

She came to a stop by the two of them, eyes narrowed more out of unconscious habit than anything else. "Hey," she said, simply. She decided not to sit. Standing felt much more comfortable. "What's up?"

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He really did not like his cousin. His older one, of course. Makoto. There was something wrong with that girl. It gave Haru a feeling of undying unease. He shook his head as he removed himself from her discomforting presence, clutching his Bible to his chest as he continued his search for Miki. It was ridiculous that the two were related; he'd never met two people whose personalities were at such contrast to each other. It didn't make any kind of sense. When he was younger, he used to fantasize that Makoto was adopted, and thus not related to him by blood at all. Alas, he'd long since put away such childish thoughts, and had resigned himself to the fact that he and Makoto were, for most intents and purposes, family.

That didn't mean he had to like her, though, and that was one thing that made him happy.

He wandered for a bit, keeping his eyes peeled for his younger cousin as he did so, but for the most part, he was letting his mind wander as much as his feet did. At last, he came to rest on some stairs that were less crowded than they could have been. Haru sat down over to one side, against the wall, sitting on the top step. He opened his bible to a random page and began to do a little reading before school began.

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Jora had woken up no later than 3:52 that morning. He was a natural early riser. He was unsure if that was true for all demons, or just him in particular, but he had no problems with it. It gave him more time to make himself presentable to his adoring masses. Not that he needed that much time to begin with, though. A few extra hours never hurt, though.

At 7:50, he deigned to leave his dorm room, after he'd made sure that his hair was perfect, styled just the way he liked it, that his smile was striking, and his clothes were sharp and immaculate. He'd also dabbed a bit of cologne on before he'd departed, as well. Not only did it smell absolutely fabulous, but it also helped taint his demon scent. Not that he was worried about anything like being discovered or some such nonsense. But it was an indisputable perk.

He took a deep breath and exhaled soundly, starting an upbeat sort of saunter as he headed for class. He'd wink or raise a brow or even wave at any dames he caught the eye of (if she was cute enough, of course- he didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. Not that he could help how damn smoking he was). Jora tapped his pocket, and sighed in relief. His comb was in there. Just in case the need arose for some hair-adjustment. All was well. He never went anywhere without it.

When he arrived at the door of the appropriate class, he checked his watch. Damn. He was early. There was no such thing as "fashionably early", dammit. He had an image to keep. Rather than to show up awkwardly before class began, Jora strategically positioned himself across the hallway from the door, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, one leg crossed over the other. He started whistling a tune, eyes scanning around for anyone whom he could take an interest in.