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Aki Evedane

"Why risk something when there is no guarantee that you'll succeed? You'll just end up worse than you already are."

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a character in “Masks of the Soul: Fragment of Truth”, as played by Nivosity

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Aki Evedane
"I’ll tell you why you’re an idiot. Why risk something when there is no guarantee that you’ll succeed? You’ll just end up worse than you already are."







Role
The Meddler

Which masks do they possess?
The Wheel of Fortune

Age
Just turned 17, although claims he’s 18.

Gender
Male

Physical Description
With long black hair that reaches the bottom of his earlobes and cold blue eyes, that exact shade of cerulean, Aki Evedane cuts an imposing character, especially when coupled with his 173 cm tall frame. He wears a constant haughty stare as well as a smile that is as empty as his eyes. His hair is commonly brushed down and always presentable - whether or not it's stylish to be messy or not has no impact on his behavior. He prefers black clothing with plenty of pockets, especially those of good make and fabric. Shunning the bright graphics that seem so prevalent throughout Throme, he chooses shirts of more minimalistic design, if any. With a wiry build due to hours of hard work, he's not quite delicate, but he's not exactly a muscle-builder. Aki carries himself with a self-assured, antisocial bearing, and while he does not slouch, his hands are usually placed in his pockets - especially when bored.

Most noticeable are the white bandages that wrap around his arms. Always neat, he wears them for two reasons: one, he's oftentimes injured; two, it's actually medical tape and supposed to do wonders for his spear handling. When he forgets to change them for a time, they're oftentimes stained red, but he rarely does. Due to this, he usually carries painkillers, tape, and bandages - as well as whatever he deems necessary.





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Personality
In one word only, Aki can be summed up as a workaholic. Because everything that he's ever gained is through the use of hard labor, he takes extreme care of his skills. As a result, he rarely takes risks unless he has no other choice. He's not the best planner - because they usually consist of highly detailed plans that fall apart should even the tiniest deviation. As he works far too hard, what he knows has been earned from a combination of late-night studying and training with his father for nearly a decade now, he would never allow them to be risked in any way. As a detriment of this, he is extremely inflexible and is nearly incapable to flying with his whims.

Due to this, he detests the idea of gambling, and above all, he detests trusting in Luck. He knows that if he does, one day he will lose everything that he has already spent so long gaining. Instead, he attempts to think of every possible possibility (but seriously, he forgets quite a few), and carries whatever he deems important to his daily survival - especially bandages and painkillers.

He doesn't really enjoy talking to others and has a hard time relating with his peers. In Cenriel Academy, he has few, actually no, friends at school, and his relationship with teachers and administrators is cordial at best. He's curt in his speech, and prefers to answer questions from those he does not know with motions instead of words - until he gets worked up. With the one person that he legitimately trusts, his father, his actions are completely different. This is where his innate verbosity kicks in.

With his formal diction to everyone, he seems aloof and calculating. He'll speak the same way, when he chooses to actually talk, towards a lost orphan lost in the streets as he would to the mayor of Throme. While outwardly, he never uses any nicknames,

He's not one of those do-gooders either. Aki is not the type of person that leaps in to help others on a moment's notice - because, well, quite frankly, they can get help from others. He believes that the fellow denizens of Throme are the responsibility of Aline Cosette, and quite frankly, will quickly leave the issue alone should he see anyone working the government sector around. Hey, they get paid a salary for a reason. Of course, he'll probably step in at times where someone is in serious trouble - but only when he is the only one around.

Aki Evedane speaks formally to all, no matter who they are or what they do. He’ll speak the same way towards a lost child in the street as he would to the mayor of Throme, when he decides to speak, that is. Even though it appears that he is completely ignoring the scenes around him, he is, in fact, observing them with calculated glances. However, under this polite facade, he gives everyone nicknames based on their behavior - some of which are not quite nice.

He is quiet and secretive from the view of his classmates - although really, he does care a little bit about how he portrays himself. Rumors surround him - the most common one flying around Cenriel Academy is that he’s the son of the leader of a Mafia branch. This strange rumor probably has its roots in his constant injuries from his Mask’s healing. Some claim he got them from gang wars… others say it was punishment for trying to break away from the Mafia scene. If he’s ever asked about it, he gives a slight shrug before walking away. Most take this to mean that the rumor is true. This strange rumor has even spread to adults nearby - his teachers never seem to invite his parents to any conferences, the school psychologist seems to have made him her personal project, and sometimes, he has a policeman following him everywhere he goes.

He is almost always injured - broken limbs, large cuts. His parents and other adults have learned that he won’t tell them where he got them, so they have stopped asking. His parents still worry about them, but without his help, there is nothing that they can do.

Other than the rumors about how he obtains his injuries, the other students have very little interaction with him. He is merely the secretive guy standing to the side… not paying any attention to anyone else. During school affairs, he is rarely found.



Another thing that marks his personality is his natural curiosity. If he hears something out of the ordinary, he will follow the trail to its root - although, this will be balanced by his strong sense of self-preservation. If the trail seems to go into the shadier aspects of Throme, he will attempt to place it out of his mind, although he fails most of the time. The black side of Throme is a side that he prefers to forget about and pretend it doesn’t exist… although the Itex is an exception.

He cannot believe in the occult - although his mask seems to blow this all out of the water. Prophecies and fortune-tellers meet complete disdain, and he sees no point in making wishes. His world is firmly grounded in the material appearance of Throme - trying to persuade himself that all is well. ‘The future cannot be predicted with accuracy, although if you plan well, you may be able to hypothesize using logic… nothing else.’



His favorite part of Throme, the city, is Cherry Grove Park. When he has a bit of spare time, he will be seen relaxing under one of the trees listening to his mp3 player. Every so often, he visits the Museum of Throme Art and History, and has started to open up when talking to the museum curator. He’s usually the first one in line whenever it opens another exhibit - he’s looking forward to the new Mask-related exhibit. He respects Damon Ito’s acting skills, and is desperately searching for tickets.


Skill(s)/Abilities
~Intimidation: He can easily manipulate people into staying far, far away from himself, giving him a lot of freedom in how he travels. When he walks through a crowd of underclassmen, there is usually a large personal bubble surrounding him. This allows him to travel through the school quickly, not needing to push through any crowds.
~Basic weapon training: Aki can use any weapon that vaguely resembles a spear, such as a lance. He, despite all of his practices, cannot wield a sword at all, much to his constant annoyance.
~Basic Medical Treatment: Aki is quite skilled with bandaging and healing his own injuries, mostly because he gets them so often. Most of this comes from self-study, as he doesn’t want his parents to have to spend a lot of money on hospital bills. However, whenever possible, he will go to the hospital instead of muddling along with himself. He can treat others as well, but he won't put so much care into the presentation of their bandages.


Likes {Dislikes}
oSpears Swordsx
oBeing alone Gamblingx
oNighttime Luckx
oStudying Braggingx
oCherries Rumorsx
oCherry Grove Park Loud Noisesx
oMuseum of Throme Art and History Fortune-tellersx
Getting involved in dark affairsx





History
Aki grew up as the younger of a pair of twins in an average family, with a loving dad and mom. Having no other relatives, as his parents were both only the only child, and his grandparents had died long ago, he had a tight bond with them. His mother stayed at home to take care of him while his dad opened a 'martial arts training' school. Aki spent much of his time with his identical twin brother, watching his father's students train with various techniques.

When his twin died when he was about five-years-old, Aki was given a keychain with his name on it to take his mind off of the loss of his only friend. Since then, Aki has had nightmares about the keychain being the reason behind his twin's death as it appeared in his life at about the same time. At this time, he bothered his father, asking him to allow Aki to learn to use a weapon in order to defeat what he called "The Great Lord Keychain" who was after his life. His father didn't know what to do with this strange behavior, but proceeded to teach him anyways.

His choice to use the spear came from his favorite book - about a knight in a jousting tournament. Apparently, at that time, he thought that being a knight was the easiest way to defeat the keychain in battle. While young, he took to running around his house, carrying a fake wooden horse, brandishing his spear in his excitement. Months after learning to use the spear, his father found him 'murdering' his keychain with this spear...

After this incident, his parents decided to move away into the neighborhood he lives in now, to get rid of the curious neighbors who were drawn to the scene when they heard raw yelling and a strange hammering sound. He has gotten more ordinary after this move, but he still shares a strange fear of keychains and death. It was here that he discovered his love of school, and he poured all of his time and effort into his studies and training of his spear-work. Also, he grew even tighter to his father, but his mother became an outsider to his heart. His mother is still upset about it, which causes a few arguments in his house.

His mask came in a package - a large black box that appeared on his doorstep one day. Hoping that it was his new shipment of Damon Ito CDs, he eagerly tore it apart, to find his mask and a note. The note stated simply this: “This is the Wheel of Fortune.” Throwing it out of mind and out of sight, he promptly forgot about it until there was a school-wide masquerade. Remembering his mask, he wore it - but strangely enough, he had a phrase that popped into his mind. Seeing no harm in it, he spoke it out loud, and ended up being controlled by some other personality. It scared him, but with time, he found out about the Masked student council who were in his same state. He had thought about informing them about his mask and joining as well, but decided not to - a choice that he’ll stand by no matter what. He has also found out about the existence of the Itex, but he tries to believe that they aren’t the dark, gloomy organization that he knows it

He is of a mixed birth - with a Japanese mother and a British/Scottish father. His mother works for the Japanese embassy, which was why he has been traveling for so long. However, she’s promised to stay here until he graduates from high school, so at the very least, he gets to stay in Throme for the next year. He arrived here two years ago as a Freshman, and is starting to feel as though he belongs.

He’s still trying to figure out which group he should join - as he has figured out the true identities of one person from each group, the King and the Magician. Having the two choices, he wants to get to the root of both groups to find which one follows his personal philosophy.


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Aki Evedane's Story

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Aki Evedane | Home -> Dullahan Library Main Entrance | November 21


Cold. Miserable. Rain.

With a sigh, Aki Evedane, blue-eyed junior and cherry gobbler, laid his fine point pen to the side and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. He’d just managed to finish all of his homework, and a Chemistry worksheet rested on the mahogany table in front of him, covered in his immaculate handwriting. Getting ready to do some extra practice, he picked up the pen again, flipped it around his fingers, and read the question carefully. Before he could even finish the first calculation -

“Aki!” shouted his father from down the hall.

The boy pushed back his seat, before covering the meters to the door in a few long strides. “What is it?” he asked, poking his head out from behind the door.

What caught his eyes was something very normal - for his family that is. A tall, well-built Caucasian man ruffled an embarrassed hand through his sandy brown hair. “I can’t find my jacket - and I’ve got a class to teach in a few minutes. Do you mind going back down to the library and looking for it?” Seeing Aki’s impassive expression, he gave a nervous laugh. “Come on, you know how my brain is. Scattered everywhere. But please?”

His father had the best puppy-dog eyes in the entire world. There was no denying him anything.

“Fine, I’ll stop by the library. Next time remember that you should check that you have everything before leaving a room.” Aki’s face didn’t change at all, but he really wanted to hit his head against a wall. “Now get back to getting ready. Your 6 o’clock students are going to be here any moment now - and look at you! You’re still half-dressed!” It was times like this that Aki thought that he was the father, and his dad … er… something young and immature.

“Thanks! I love you, Aki!” thanked his father, before returning to something more important. And with that he retreated back into his room, before rummaging through the piles of sweatpants on the ground, making it look even more like a pigsty. “Don’t forget an umbrella! I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold!”

Yeah, sure.

Aki swung past the shoe cabinet, chose a dark-colored umbrella, and finally strode out of their cheery home. Fingering through the important objects in his pocket, he prepared himself to walk a kilometer or two -- again. It was remarkable that he had even finished his homework because his father managed to lose six objects throughout Throme in the time of one single twenty-four hour day.

What’d that be? One object every four hours. Yesterday, he forgot both hat and that spare pair of tennis shoes at the gym. And then, just a few minutes later, he left his umbrella at Brio. After going out to dinner with his friends, he spent twenty minutes looking for his car keys that had been in his pocket for the entire time. The next morning, he grabbed Aki’s bag, went on a sightseeing trip, and left the planner in the middle of Cherry Grove Park where it got promptly scribbled on by a toddler. And now this.

Aki’s long fingers found his MP3 player and with deft, calculated movements, lost himself inside his music. Since he was undergoing a long period of time when he was relatively uninjured, things such as viola practice had somehow become a must. His mother, worried that her son wouldn’t be skilled enough to perform with the school group during their concert, had forced upon him a private tutor and insisted that he listen to their boring, classical pieces as often as humanely possible. Cue gift of new MP3 player.

By the time that the second song had finally ended, he could see the brown dome of Dullahan Library just up ahead. And remembered that it would’ve closed an hour ago.

Great.

Hoping that some of the librarians would have stuck around to deal with a few other duties, he climbed up the stairs to try to peer inside the blackened building. And then realized that there were actually no windows - just mirrors. So all that he could see was a slightly discolored image of himself frowning at nothing in particular. Knocking on the door with a smooth movement, he waited as patiently as he could.

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Aki Evedane | Dullahan Library Main Entrance | November 21


A few seconds later, he averted his sapphire blue eyes. Staring at his own reflection seemed to be unproductive, even when he was in such a bored state. Plus, since his entire figure was tinged copper and his appearance was impeccable like always, there really wasn’t anything to look at. Well, while he was still here at the library, there were only a few things that he could actually do.

One. Go home, explain the current unfortunate circumstances to his father, dig one of the spare jackets up from the closets, and well, tell him to come back tomorrow and look for it himself. That’d be fine - except his father wasn’t the type to do any work that he could escape from.

Two. Try to find a way in. Maybe there was a few unlocked windows somewhere - no, that strayed too far from disobeying the law, and he already had enough cops on his tail. Didn’t need a couple hundred tailing him, itching to finally get the ‘highschooler with the bandages’ for breaking and entering? So what did that leave him with -

His train of thought was broken off when he caught sight of a young male, with an umbrella, walking down the street. With his brown hair and very boring appearance, Aki would usually have never noticed him. Other than the fact that he was traveling in the middle of Throme’s less busy districts, really - he had to emphasize the point that this person was probably the most boring person in the entire city. But why would anyone be here on a Friday afternoon? Well, obviously, Aki himself was an exception to that rule, but there really wasn’t anything to do in Throme around these parts anyways. Other than visit the unfortunately closed library, of course.

His interest piqued, he stared at the guy until he disappeared and turned the corner. Aki breathed out once, trying to persuade himself that whatever the guy was doing - it wasn’t going to be interesting. He failed, of course, and found himself quickly climbing down the stairs, before following Guy stealthily. Just in time to see him hide behind a bush as though he was trying not to be seen.

Now that was interesting. No matter how Aki ever tried to rationalize it, there could be nothing normal about a guy who was trying to escape notice. Guy was doing something hidden there, and even as Aki tried to get closer without being too noticeable, Guy stepped out from his cover. “Ohho, mission me, mission my. Where else do we go to die? Hahaha.” Except for the fact that he wasn’t the same Guy. This Guy, with his eyeshattering blond hair, and flamboyant clothing, looked nothing like the mousy brown-haired one from before. He didn’t act the same either, walking down the side path as though he was the king of the world.

There was only one thing that could explain this. A simple, magical explanation. A mask. Either that or the ability to unfurl his skin and exchange it for another appearance.

Aki sighed, before he backed away from the dogging of Guy’s steps. While normally he wouldn’t have gone through such a hassle - really, Fortune was as bad as they came - but it was the one tool that he had at his disposal to get to the bottom of the mess. He knew enough to know that whoever these people were, they wouldn’t take kindly to an eavesdropper, and he’d probably have to do away with his relatively uninjured state.

Stepping to the side of the street, he chose one of the larger pruned trees from the library gardens and hunched behind it. Checking to be sure that the coast was clear, he held one hand in front of him. “When you’re bored,” he watched as the mask faded into his hand, its silver metal eyeholes staring into his. Flipping it over, he placed it firmly on his face, feeling a familiar chill down his spine, before he finally enunciated that stupid-sounding phrase. “Gamble on my luck.”


Wheel of Fortune | Dullahan Library Main Entrance | November 21


Black hair turned sandy, blue eyes transformed into a gleaming gold, and a white scarf twisted its way over messy clothing. The Wheel of Fortune was in the house, and it was time for some fun! Looking around, he exaggeratedly contemplated his surroundings. Really? A stubby little tree? Bouncing up on the balls of his feet, he poked his head over the poor-looking plant, and saw something interesting.

A manboy with pfft clothing.

Maybe he thought that he was good enough to attract the attention of the Wheel of Fortune himself. He could barely stop himself from sticking out his tongue and blowing Pfftboy a raspberry, but some thought stopped him. Perhaps it would be more fun to just follow him for a bit, watch the show for a few hours, and then pop up out of nowhere. Well, Mr.Pfft was certainly having the time of his life walking down that street. Maybe he got the thrills from being watched. From the way he dressed, that certainly was a possibility.

There was nothing that he liked more than an actor that could put on a show. “You’re boring me… see you later then!” he finally whispered in an uncharacteristically muted voice. His form turned into a streak of black, and before long, he found himself joined into Pfftboy’s shadow. Almost like Siamese twins but without the twinness. The manboy went straight into the garage, as the Wheel of Fortune bounded on his feet and made strange faces at his back.

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Liesel Moringmer | Dullahan Library Underground Car Park

How long had she been waiting? An hour? Maybe two?

How many clicks had it been?

Well, then again, she was the one who came early.

One wouldn’t have thought the woman anxious if it weren’t for the lighter in her tight grip. Even now, the click, click, clicking of the empty lighter persisted, growing more frantic with each passing second. With her free hand, she braced herself against one of the columns in the lot. ‘Get a hold of yourself, Moringmer,’ the she told herself, but the crease wouldn’t leave her brow. Her lips were still pulled in that terribly agitated scowl. Damn it. She heaved a sigh tired sigh, letting her unlit cigarette fall to the ground – she was far too worked up over this, over one measly change. She had thought that he couldn’t surprise her anymore… and then he went and pulled this stunt.

“Just what the hell’re you thinking this time, Torrings?” she murmured. One would think that she’d be used to the man’s antics by now… ha. She’d like to see anyone who could read Arthur Torrings. After all, she’d known him for all of four years and she still didn’t have a clue. Just when she thought she had him all sorted, was finally dancing to his tune, he always went and changed up the rhythm and tripped her up. That man had a real knack for making her want to throttle him. Her gaze idly followed one of the last cars leaving the car park. About time. The library had been closed for quite some time now.

click, click, click

With another agitated sigh, she pulled up her left sleeve, glancing at the customized com-unit at her wrist.

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click, click, click

“Fuck you too, Arthur,” she muttered, eyes narrowing just ever so slightly. Damn it. Why wouldn’t he answer? It was always like this with him – he says what he wants then just disappears for another week or two or if, she was lucky, even a month. He was never there when she needed him… well, no. That was obviously just a frustrated lie. He was always there at the right moments… but never anytime else. Like right now. His little present for a certain someone was weighing rather heavily on her mind (and lightly in the pocket of her coat). She was always the messenger, wasn’t she?...

The woman was snapped out of her thoughts and to attention at a sudden footstep. Hm? "What will it be? Joker? Ahahaha! What a joke-reporting for duty!" Ah, it was her. The first of the lot, finally. The lighter was tucked away into her pocket.

“Took y’long enough, eh, Karim?” Liesel called, an irritated smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Where’s the rest of the deck?” As soon as the question left her mouth, the second arrival showed himself. And then there were two… there were only two. And here Liesel had thought that she was being a kind and considerate person by setting the meeting this far into the day, but hey, what did she know? This obviously wasn’t a good time, despite everyone agreeing to it, or whatever happened to suddenly pop up in their schedules was more important than the fate of the city itself. Obviously, otherwise everyone would have been on time like she had told them to over and over.

She gave the missing members ten seconds benefit before her patience snapped. “Damn it, is it just you two?!” Her voice echoed in the car park, making it seem even louder than it was. A glance at her wrist told her the time: too late. She couldn’t wait much longer. “Leave it to you idiots to throw a wrench into plans first thing. Damn it.” She had planned to send three to one location and two to the other, but that wasn’t going to work right now. Sinking deeper into her thoughts, the woman began to pace, eyes shut in concentration. “Damn it! And you,” she said, pointing blindly at the Jack, “you’re not even complete yet. I can’t send you off alone, can I? Don’t answer that, I know I can’t.” Not unless she wanted more blood on her hands.

She could… no… or maybe… … all of a sudden, Liesel stopped, just heaving a sigh.

“Okay, you know what? We don’t have time for this,” she said flatly. She looked up, eyes narrowed, and gave both the Joker and the Jack a firm look. “Bottom line, Itex is acting up – getting more active – and we’ve got word on certain hotspots.” She glanced at her wrist once more. “There’s no time for questions – we don’t know when they’ll hit,” she continued, “so for now I want you two to head on over to Lil’ Maybelle. Not the main district, but that shady little area behind that… that spot apart from the popular bit, behind that rental shop or whatever.” They’d know where she meant. Probably. And if not, they should be used to her directions by now, so not her problem.

“Your job is to intercept whatever Itex plans to do there. If y’need specifics or got any questions, you got the units,” she lifted her wrist, “that I passed out. Just shoot me a message on the go.” Well, with that, she was done. The red-haired woman simply folded her arms and leaned against one of the supporting pillars… oh no, wait. “And you know the drill – keep away from civilians. You aren’t superheroes. You aren’t vigilantes. You have a mission, so focus on that. And Ax, you in particular, be careful – believe it or not, you have a bigger disadvantage than you realize with that mask of yours.”

And now she was done… and while they were on their way, she would be spending God-knows-how-long waiting on the rest of them.