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Post by Ashley Fuyukawa on Oct 1, 2018 22:27:14 GMT -6
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March 29th Tuesday
It was another Thursday night at the Terminal 5 music venue. Several hundred people gathered in the multi-layered building, gathering around performing musicians and the several over-priced bars that littered the place. The lineup had no theme this time, consisting of several different groups with varyinf sounds. Some of these included Yung Ectascy, Madam Gigi, and of course, Ashley's own band, Leviathan.
The show was a success, the blonde singer performing some of her older hits, while teasing her upcoming album, SkeletonArmy. The group had only been an opening act for the more currently popular rapper, which frustrated the lead to no end. They should've had that title, and the bigger paycheck. No matter, this allowed her time to hang out and scope out the competition.
Still in stage costume, a ratted black dress with golden bone-inspired jewelry, Ashley sat at a table near one of the bars, watching the other performers do their thing with a nasty look. She sipped upon a cocktail, something that wasn't really hard to get despite being underaged. It only really took asking a fan, or her guitarist, who was about to hit twenty six.
Post by Chandra Teller on Oct 2, 2018 13:34:06 GMT -6
When it came to local pasttimes, Chandra sometimes wondered why she even got herself out of bed to go out at nights like these. Its not like half the shit some of these uncultured weirdoes actually sounded good in retrospect, but the noise was a distraction that allowed Chandra for even just a little while forget about her life.
It was at least being kinda social, right? Thats what her therapist had been telling her to do... Get outside, socialize with others! Yeah, but no one these days liked to really get down and dirty it feels like... When was the last time she went out and alcohol was being served? God, people needed to like learn to live at least a lil' or something.
The pastel-colored girl somewhat paced around the crowd off of the venue as smash hit after smash hit (at least to probably some garbage people's ears) boomed across the area, taking care not to walk in the path of others as she held her hand firmly on an extra-large can of Beast energy drink. She actually was admittingly just trying to find somewhere to sit down at this point, not particularly caring having to stand up all this time.
Spotting least one empty table nearby where another chick was seated, the rather messy-looking young woman made a bee-line there to least rest her legs... Actually, wasn't this chick like up on stage a bit earlier? Kinda hard to remember actually... she wasn't really paying attention, but then again she wasn't even really doing so now, so what was the difference? "Man... They really been needing to dig into the bargain bin for some of these punks it feels like." she idly spoke, though it sounded more like a general comment than actually addressing to the musician. She was the type who preferred just casting out a line to see if others were interested talking rather than try to actively start conversations on her own.
Post by Jason Alexander on Oct 2, 2018 14:34:43 GMT -6
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March 29th Tuesday
This was better than he'd thought it would be! Sure, he couldn't really afford it, and sure, he had to pay a bit extra for a fake id, but it was still pretty neat. The bands were... alternative, but they had a unique sound that was pretty interesting. He wandered around, swaying lightly his eyes glazing over. He hadn't drunk for a while, and certainly not in a public place. He turned around, and then turned around again, and then turned around again. He was sure he had been with someone...
A hand reached out of the crowd and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him to the bar. "...and a shot for my friend here! Yeah, he's fine, aren't ya Jason!" The bartender analysed him, though luckily the more aggressive way of dragging him over had masked any stumbles. He leaned up against the counter, nodded and flashed a smile at the bartender. "Yeah man, mm fine." Hoping he didn't notice the slight slur as he spoke, or the copious amount of alcohol on his breath, he celebrated internally when the bartender shrugged his shoulders and poured him a shot.
Then came out the lemon and salt. This was... new. "Do I uh, mix it?" His friend, Michael, burst out laughing. "Nah man, it's a tequila shot. Watch what I do." He put a bit of salt on his hand, licked it, took the shot, and instantly bit into the lemon. "Makes it taste better." Jason reluctantly followed suit, face crinkling as he licked the salt. This was already starting out pretty badly, but then it got worse. He tasted the tequila, a burning, harsh taste with a faint hint of citrus. His eyes bulged, and he nearly coughed it out, before the lemon was shoved into his mouth, soothing the burning sensation. He looked up in time to see Michael asking for another couple, and resigned himself to his fate.
A few shots later, he was stumbling around, looking for a place to sit down. His eyes happened to focus on an empty seat, not registering there were people already at the table. He collapsed into the seat, arms resting against the tabletop. "...it feels like." His attention was caught by the tail-end of a sentence, making him realise there were other people on the table already.
"Oh, uhh heyy." He managed to slur out, still trying to focus on the people. From what he could tell, one of them was a bit of an art hoe, and the other seemed pretty punk. Though she looked kinda familiar. "OH, you're uh... you're one of the bands, right? Yeah, the uh... the big whale one." He paused for a second, sorting through what he was looking for. "Yeah, Leviathan! Hey you were pretty good, good job! Nice!" He held his hand out, fingers clenched and thumb raised, congratulating the blonde, before slumping back into his seat, his eyes immediately zoning out, a content smile on his face at finally being able to sit down.
Post by Ashley Fuyukawa on Oct 3, 2018 21:17:48 GMT -6
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"Hey, Rex, come over here." Leviathan beckoned her security guard, a massive ex-bodybuilder who stood around six foot nine. He bent down to the blonde haired rocker, in an almost comical matter, where she would rudely hand him the clear cocktail she had been sipping on. "Take this to the bartender and tell him it tastes like piss and dishwasher." The mammoth of a man simply nodded, and proceeded to leave her to go speak to the bartender.
A comment about the artists playing being dug out of the bargain bin caught the girl in black's ear. It came from a pastel-wearing hippie, so yeah, it was clear they wouldn't appreciate the mix of genres played tonight. Most were talented, but like she'd ever admit that. "More like the garbage bin, darling, I shoulda been more than a header."
Her conversation with this bystander was soon interrupted by a heavy smell of alcohol. This was soon followed by a heavily intoxicated youth, who slung himself over the table and began a slurr of words figuring out who she was, and finally, praising her performance.
"Thank you. But Jesus, you're wasted." He held out his hand for a shake, but Leviathan simply left him hanging, not wanting to physically touch any fans. Who knew if they would prick her with poison, or try to steal a DNA sample.
"My security will be back soon. Need anything else?"
Post by Chandra Teller on Oct 3, 2018 22:11:37 GMT -6
Ouch. This music chick really didn't seem too fond of some the selections being played today. Than again, she ALSO didn't really care for most of this background noise herself... this place would have been so nicer atmosphere-wise if everyone just shut up. "Heh. Thats a good way of putting it. Most of this sounds the same to be honest. I mean I respect music as art and all, but its really not my thing. I just vomit paint on a canvas and hope I make something not look like shit, so who am I to judge?" Chandra briefly chuckled, even letting out a demure smile that lasted for maybe a second.
Didn't want to be too friendly after all. She didn't even KNOW this person.
It was then a rather... let us say inebriated young man (probably a bit younger than her actually... ouch, hope his folks never find out) take a seat by her and the rocker. Friendly-sounding guy, if a bit loopy-looking at the moment. Seemed to recognize the chick by her, she at least now knowing their name... well, their stage name. What edgy asshole names their kid Leviathan anyway? "... Leviathan? I forget, isn't that like a sea monster or somethin'? Metal name though." she idly commented, though a hint of embarassment realizing she might have been talking to someone who was probably way more popular than she originally thought if some rando could recognize them. "... Sorry, I don't really follow the music biz; so I don't really know whose who. You popular, or...?" she asked, the expression on her face quite genuinely showing mild confusion not knowing the answer.
Yeah, this got awkward.
"Ah, sorry man. Don't mind me, I'm just trying to not get a headache and I couldn't find anywhere else to sit." the girl politely excused herself, sure enough turning her attention away from Leviathan to the tipsy young man. She had been to plenty of late nights out partying to least recognize someone who either was a lightweight or who had overestimated their ability to handle their alcohol. She had seen it time and time again, and well... hey, there is nothing wrong with least looking out for someone. "You alright? Uhh... how many drinks have ya had?"
Post by Jason Alexander on Oct 4, 2018 4:16:00 GMT -6
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March 29th Tuesday
Fucking christ, he didn't even see that giant slab of bouncer when he sat down. This bouncer must be inept as all hell if he hadn't stopped him sitting down. Jason was pretty drunk, but even he knew that letting some random wasted dude sit by the person you're supposed to be, uh, bouncing? Was a terrible idea. However, it was by his luck of terrible guarding that he wasn't on the street with a black eye, so he probably shouldn't complain too much.
He stayed leaning back, lounging on these remarkably comfortable couches. A pleasant, if vacant, smile on his face showed that he was having a pretty good time listening to the two girls banter about the shitty bands playing. He nodded his head, agreeing with them, even though he didn't really agree. He was just kind of going along with the flow. Honestly he was enjoying the music, though it may have had more to do with his current state moreso than the actual quality of the bands playing.
"you alright? uhh... how many drinks have ya had?" His head swivelled, as he looked at the girl. He heard the words, his eyes focusing on her as his brain chugged through them, trying to interpret their meaning. "Ahh, that is a trick question, my new hippie friend. If I say yes, I sound drunker, and if I say no, I get kicked out. Lose lose. And I have had exactly one less than I should have, if our superstar friend over here is shouting."
He glanced over to the punk girl, taking a bit longer than he should have to focus on her. "Iiii shall have one of those pisswater and dish concjointions you were talking about, please, as that is a combination I have yet to try." He laughed to himself, considering the implications of it literally being a dishwater and piss cocktail. He didn't even know how many levels of 'rejecting society' kind of mentality that would be on.
A sobering though ran through his mind, as he rethought to himself what she had said. "Unless of course that was a thinly veiled threat of me getting thrown outside by your friend. In which case I humbly request a pile of trashbags, as that would be softer than the curb." He put his hands together in mock prayer, head bowed down as if asking a higher power for the greatest of favours, a large grin splitting his face giving away how obviously amused he was at his own shenanigans, even if others were less so.
Post by Ashley Fuyukawa on Oct 4, 2018 22:18:25 GMT -6
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These two really had some nerve. One was unbelievably drunk, to the point where it was likely he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. The other...she didn't even know who she was talking to. She awkwardly rambled on, while Leviathan glared at her the whole moment. She really couldn't believe this was happening right now.
"Am I popular? I'm the hottest thing in the scene right now, the Girl that Brought Back Grunge. They say I've made over a dozen instant classics, and you've never heard of me?" Maybe some people didn't get out much. Maybe did too many drugs to remember jack shit. "I'm like, a legend, essentially."
The platinum blonde reached inside of her diamond-studded Calvary purse, producing several stacks of twenties and throwing it on the table, towards the drunk. "If you want drinks, go get them your damn self." An odd gesture, really, but it was just an attempt to flex on the kid and get him out of her hair. It was easily two-hundred buxka, but it wasn't no dent to Ashley's pocket.
"If i was threatening you, you'd know it. I'm being nice, kid."
Post by Chandra Teller on Oct 5, 2018 17:25:48 GMT -6
Chandra got a lot of mixed vibes from these two. The drunk guy either was too drunk out of his ass to recognize that miss ray of sunshine here looked like she qas practically pointing daggers at them with those eyes of theirs (man, she could even feel their sting... ouch...) or just was really that dense. Not to say he didn't have decent logic regarding his own state of mind... If he was underage, than yeah he wouldn't actually say he had some shit already. "I ain't trying to accuse ya of anything... Just a stranger whose kinda had her fair share of drunk friends and kinda knows when someone is a bit tipsy." she idly spoke, for a moment tilting her head at the comment about her being a hippie?
Did she really look like that much of a hippie? No wait, yeah... she did.
Well... so guess this chick was actually kind of a big deal? Hell lotta stuff she was boasting. Were they really that popular? Well, guess it would explain them having a bodyguard at least. Was that just a thing musicians do or somethin'? Well, regardless... She wasn't exactly looking to get her ass beaten if she could manage it. "Shit. Guess you actually are the real deal than... Though I gotta ask, why perform at a dinky place like this?" she ended up commenting with a genuine tone of surprise, though soon followed up with a question. This really wasn't the hottest place to go performing around not gonna lie... Hell's Kitchen was definitely the kinda underbelly of Manhattan.
Well... if their boasts didn't have enough backing, the chick shoving a buncha bills to the drunkard surely did. That was like a hundred bucks they were just tossing away! What was this chick's bank account anyway? "Dude, you should probs just save your money. At this point he really just needs water." she ended up commenting, her eyes widened at the display of... generosity? Or just showing off? It... kinda just seemed like the latter not gonna lie.
Post by Jason Alexander on Oct 6, 2018 4:17:46 GMT -6
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March 29th Tuesday
He cocked his head, listening to the punk girl ranting on about how good she was, about how she's the voice of a generation, a musical genius, yada yada. While it was probably not the wisest, as this girl didn't seem the type to enjoy any humor directed at her, he couldn't help himself. He nudged the hippie girl, the corners of his lips quirked up. "Maybe her band is named after her ego."
He let out a whistle as she threw the stacks on the table. "Or maybe her fucking wallet, christ." He nodded appreciatively, already considering what to get with that. Probably just straight up buy a bottle of the Don. With this and a bit of his own, he could probably afford some Don Julio Real. Sure, he probably would find it hard to get home, but hey, that's what benches are for.
Hell, he was already this gone, may as well wake up in a park somewhere. Not often he had this good of a time, and he'd feel like shit either way. And the sooner he sobered up, well. The longer he could avoid that, the better.
He glanced at the four blondes. Two. Two blonds. "Y'know, for an evil twin, you're not half bad. But dn't leave just yet good twin, drinking is more fun with more people after all!" With that he heaved himself up, swaying slightly as he gained his balance, before weaving through the crowd surprisingly well for someone in his state, on his journey to the bar.
Post by Ashley Fuyukawa on Oct 6, 2018 21:03:45 GMT -6
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Leviathan simply rolled her crimson eyes at the thought of her band being named after her ego. It wasn't bad to have a big ego. Fuck, more people should try being more confident. This generation of sad boys was getting really old. Totally last year, that scene was.
Regardless, the money seemed to keep him occupied for a bit. Jesus, where was Rex? There must've been an issue at the bar, or he just flat out ditched her for a smoke break again. What a jerk. Her label didn't pay him to take smoke breaks, or any breaks. Unless it was breaking limbs.
She turned her attention to the more natural blonde. "Did you just call Terminal 5 a dump? Sure, it's not the best, but it's one of the best." Not like it was entirely her choice. Again, her label had a deal with this place, which made it a little cheaper to play here than at another venue. It wasn't something she wanted to admit, as she honestly wanted to play at other places more often than not.
"As for him...well, he can buy water if he wants. I don't really care. Everybody gets fucked up sometimes. I'm not a priest. I won't judge him on that. Just his sloppy attitude." She paused for a second, catching herself in a rant, but continuing anyways, "as for my money, don't worry about that, I've got stacks."
What, was she jealous? Did she want some, too? Damn, lay off the green, family.
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