Liberta Duel Academy is a Yu-Gi-Oh! roleplay site set in an Alternate Universe (AU) version of the original series of Yu-Gi-Oh!, set roughly 50 years after the end of the Dark Side of Dimensions movie. Liberta Duel Academy is set in the city of Silvershine located in a fictional small country known as Silva, somewhere along the western coastside of Europe.
September through October 20X1 - Welcome, Class of 20X4!
The new school year at Liberta Duel Academy is here! Students - new and returning - are adjusting to their school life and getting themselves settled in. The entrance ceremony presented the principal's address, spoke of Dorm Rankings, and introduced the Student Council. Alongside the standard Master Duels, the experimental "Specialty Duels" were announced to those new to the academy. So unpack; duel a fellow or two; explore the academy and the city of Silvershine! Action; adventure; slice of life; it's up to you! How will you have yours unfold?
Post by Connie LeClair on Jan 13, 2022 7:42:11 GMT
CURRENT PROFILE
Name
Connie "Constance" LeClair
Gender
Female
Age
16
Role
1st Year Student
House
House of Evolution • Silvolver
Rank
B-Rank
Deck Played
Sharks
Ace
N.As.H Knight
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim Name
Onsa Amano
Faceclaim Series
Bakuon!!
Hair Color
Black
Eye Color
Green
Height
5'3 • 160 cm
Weight
110 lbs • 50 kg
Connie, being born and raised in a fairly rural area and being raised to do lots of physical labor, grew up to be somewhat of a tomboy, and its reflected in her manner of dressing and presenting herself. Her hair is large and messy, kept in some kind of order thanks to her headband. As for clothes, she can often be found in a tank top and shorts.
PERSONALITY
Likes - Canned Soda - Motorcycles - Fish & Chips
Dislikes Mundanity - Time Limits - The scent of fish -
Connie embodies the concept of brutal honesty. She can be very blunt in her speech, which compounded with the fact that she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, can make her come off as offensive when she honestly doesn't mean to. Aside from that, she's naturally very curious and accepting of many different ideas and thoughts. In her conquest to experience any and everything the world has to offer, this works to her benefit. But it can also lead to her being extremely gullible, and falling for obvious tricks.
mxdnight_rider: hey, do u ever think about being free? like, leaving everything behind and going ur own way?
kiddkayne: wdym? like running away?
mxdnight_rider: i mean..not that literally? idk...
mxdnight_rider: im gonna grab some fresh air, ttyl.
kiddkayne: later dude!
Connie hit the home button on her phone and threw it beside her, sighing deeply. Nervous about her own future, she had made the decision earlier to strike up a conversation with her childhood friend, and hopefully find an answer that she could understand. But he just didn't get, of course he wouldn't get it, nobody from that backwater town would! "All they know is fishing and 'traditional values'. Not a single one of them aspire to be anything more than what they are." she muttered to herself as she slipped into a jacket.
When her family finally moved from Oldtown to the Business Districts, Connie was ecstatic! She could finally get away from the simple life she once knew, and finally make her mark in the big city! Of course, now that she was in the city, she quickly realized that it really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. For starters, she knew next to nobody, and it's kinda hard to make friends when your life can be defined by fishing and working at the family fish market, which was conveniently the house she lived in. Alongside that, she also had no time to go explore the city, as any time she spent outside of working at her parents new fish market, was time spent looking after her rambunctious younger siblings.
Her only escape was in the dead of night, 12:00. She snuck out of the house and hopped onto her work motorcycle, a gift from her brother who was an established mechanic and had been in the city long before she was. Officially, it's the motorcycle she uses to make deliveries for her parents, but during the deep night, the only destination she has in mind is her brother's auto-body shop, three miles south from her parent's house. As she hit the main road, and the wind hit her face, anxieties about the future were washed away, and Connie, just for a moment, felt a little free.
Arriving at her brothers' shop, the place was set up exactly as it always was. The front of the store and the garage were locked up tight, and the lights were off. But just to the side, light was barely peeking out from a door left slightly ajar. Opening the door and making herself announced, she could see her idol and role model sitting in front of her, cigarette lit in his mouth, smiling from ear to ear.
Connie and her brother were as close as siblings can be, and she often attributed him with the kind of person she aspired to be. From a young age he was a pure thrill seeker, and had a passion in him that didn't shine within her other siblings. during their time in Oldtown, they were inseparable, and even when her brother packed up and moved to the Districts to kickstart his auto-body repair business, he would take Connie to the city from time-to-time and show her what it was all about. It fascinated her, and was the driving force behind her desire to make her own mark in the city.
Upon Connie's entrance, they instantly started their routine. Grabbing ice cold sodas from his portable cooler and setting up a small table, they would spend the night playing card games and chatting, having the time of their lives. Eventually, the conversation turned to Connie's current crisis. She expressed her anxieties about feeling alone in such a big city, her inability to make a life that was as freeing and fulfilling as her brothers.
Her brother laughed, and placed a hand on Connie's shoulder. "Listen kid, the key to living a life that's worth living, is by going by your own rules, and making your own, unique path." Connie's eyes widened, as he continues, "This city is chock-full of opportunities that the folks back home have no clue exist, and it's up to you to turn those opportunities into something for you."
Connie, as she geared up to head home before sunrise, heard the words of wisdom bestowed upon her repeat over and over. It was advice that she had never considered, yet her brother said it with such conviction as if it were a universal truth. All her life she yearned to be free from the life she used to live, but now that she was in the prime situation to change it all, she created excuses for not going for it. Well, not anymore! Hopping back onto her bike and riding home, she was filled with a new conviction, a desire to get out of her comfort zone and take every and any opportunity she could get her hands on, in the name of carving a new path.
Liberta, in terms of opportunities it was the Atlantic Bluefin in a sea of Skipjack. She was still a country bumpkin compared to her peers, and she was a complete amateur when it came to dueling, but even the chance to be there lit a massive fire within that was impossible to put to just because of a few minor setbacks. As she prepared to take a step towards a new path, she remembered a conversation she had before, and made sure to fill in her old friends.
{Edit Log} July 11, 2022 - Re-Approved Character! Changed "Played By" from Discord User virtualost#5555 to CROSS#0533 (Pitou). July 11, 2022 - Deck Change Requested: F.A. >>> Sharks (Ace: F.A. Dawn Dragster >>> N.As.H Knight) April 10, 2023 - Changed "Played By" from Discord User CROSS#0533 to starkoda#5555 (Pitou).
Connie, being born and raised in a fairly rural area and being raised to do lots of physical labor, grew up to be somewhat of a tomboy, and its reflected in her manner of dressing and presenting herself. Her hair is large and messy, kept in some kind of order thanks to her headband. As for clothes, she can often be found in a tank top and shorts.
PERSONALITY
Likes - Canned Soda - Motorcycles - Fish & Chips
Dislikes Mundanity - Time Limits - The scent of fish -
Connie embodies the concept of brutal honesty. She can be very blunt in her speech, which compounded with the fact that she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, can make her come off as offensive when she honestly doesn't mean to. Aside from that, she's naturally very curious and accepting of many different ideas and thoughts. In her conquest to experience any and everything the world has to offer, this works to her benefit. But it can also lead to her being extremely gullible, and falling for obvious tricks.
mxdnight_rider: hey, do u ever think about being free? like, leaving everything behind and going ur own way?
kiddkayne: wdym? like running away?
mxdnight_rider: i mean..not that literally? idk...
mxdnight_rider: im gonna grab some fresh air, ttyl.
kiddkayne: later dude!
Connie hit the home button on her phone and threw it beside her, sighing deeply. Nervous about her own future, she had made the decision earlier to strike up a conversation with her childhood friend, and hopefully find an answer that she could understand. But he just didn't get, of course he wouldn't get it, nobody from that backwater town would! "All they know is fishing and 'traditional values'. Not a single one of them aspire to be anything more than what they are." she muttered to herself as she slipped into a jacket.
When her family finally moved from Oldtown to the Business Districts, Connie was ecstatic! She could finally get away from the simple life she once knew, and finally make her mark in the big city! Of course, now that she was in the city, she quickly realized that it really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. For starters, she knew next to nobody, and it's kinda hard to make friends when your life can be defined by fishing and working at the family fish market, which was conveniently the house she lived in. Alongside that, she also had no time to go explore the city, as any time she spent outside of working at her parents new fish market, was time spent looking after her rambunctious younger siblings.
Her only escape was in the dead of night, 12:00. She snuck out of the house and hopped onto her work motorcycle, a gift from her brother who was an established mechanic and had been in the city long before she was. Officially, it's the motorcycle she uses to make deliveries for her parents, but during the deep night, the only destination she has in mind is her brother's auto-body shop, three miles south from her parent's house. As she hit the main road, and the wind hit her face, anxieties about the future were washed away, and Connie, just for a moment, felt a little free.
Arriving at her brothers' shop, the place was set up exactly as it always was. The front of the store and the garage were locked up tight, and the lights were off. But just to the side, light was barely peeking out from a door left slightly ajar. Opening the door and making herself announced, she could see her idol and role model sitting in front of her, cigarette lit in his mouth, smiling from ear to ear.
Connie and her brother were as close as siblings can be, and she often attributed him with the kind of person she aspired to be. From a young age he was a pure thrill seeker, and had a passion in him that didn't shine within her other siblings. during their time in Oldtown, they were inseparable, and even when her brother packed up and moved to the Districts to kickstart his auto-body repair business, he would take Connie to the city from time-to-time and show her what it was all about. It fascinated her, and was the driving force behind her desire to make her own mark in the city.
Upon Connie's entrance, they instantly started their routine. Grabbing ice cold sodas from his portable cooler and setting up a small table, they would spend the night playing card games and chatting, having the time of their lives. Eventually, the conversation turned to Connie's current crisis. She expressed her anxieties about feeling alone in such a big city, her inability to make a life that was as freeing and fulfilling as her brothers.
Her brother laughed, and placed a hand on Connie's shoulder. "Listen kid, the key to living a life that's worth living, is by going by your own rules, and making your own, unique path." Connie's eyes widened, as he continues, "This city is chock-full of opportunities that the folks back home have no clue exist, and it's up to you to turn those opportunities into something for you."
Connie, as she geared up to head home before sunrise, heard the words of wisdom bestowed upon her repeat over and over. It was advice that she had never considered, yet her brother said it with such conviction as if it were a universal truth. All her life she yearned to be free from the life she used to live, but now that she was in the prime situation to change it all, she created excuses for not going for it. Well, not anymore! Hopping back onto her bike and riding home, she was filled with a new conviction, a desire to get out of her comfort zone and take every and any opportunity she could get her hands on, in the name of carving a new path.
Liberta, in terms of opportunities it was the Atlantic Bluefin in a sea of Skipjack. She was still a country bumpkin compared to her peers, and she was a complete amateur when it came to dueling, but even the chance to be there lit a massive fire within that was impossible to put to just because of a few minor setbacks. As she prepared to take a step towards a new path, she remembered a conversation she had before, and made sure to fill in her old friends.
Connie, being born and raised in a fairly rural area and being raised to do lots of physical labor, grew up to be somewhat of a tomboy, and its reflected in her manner of dressing and presenting herself. Her hair is large and messy, kept in some kind of order thanks to her headband. As for clothes, she can often be found in a tank top and shorts.
PERSONALITY
Likes - Canned Soda - Motorcycles - Fish & Chips
Dislikes Mundanity - Time Limits - The scent of fish -
Connie embodies the concept of brutal honesty. She can be very blunt in her speech, which compounded with the fact that she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, can make her come off as offensive when she honestly doesn't mean to. Aside from that, she's naturally very curious and accepting of many different ideas and thoughts. In her conquest to experience any and everything the world has to offer, this works to her benefit. But it can also lead to her being extremely gullible, and falling for obvious tricks.
mxdnight_rider: hey, do u ever think about being free? like, leaving everything behind and going ur own way?
kiddkayne: wdym? like running away?
mxdnight_rider: i mean..not that literally? idk...
mxdnight_rider: im gonna grab some fresh air, ttyl.
kiddkayne: later dude!
Connie hit the home button on her phone and threw it beside her, sighing deeply. Nervous about her own future, she had made the decision earlier to strike up a conversation with her childhood friend, and hopefully find an answer that she could understand. But he just didn't get, of course he wouldn't get it, nobody from that backwater town would! "All they know is fishing and 'traditional values'. Not a single one of them aspire to be anything more than what they are." she muttered to herself as she slipped into a jacket.
When her family finally moved from Oldtown to the Business Districts, Connie was ecstatic! She could finally get away from the simple life she once knew, and finally make her mark in the big city! Of course, now that she was in the city, she quickly realized that it really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. For starters, she knew next to nobody, and it's kinda hard to make friends when your life can be defined by fishing and working at the family fish market, which was conveniently the house she lived in. Alongside that, she also had no time to go explore the city, as any time she spent outside of working at her parents new fish market, was time spent looking after her rambunctious younger siblings.
Her only escape was in the dead of night, 12:00. She snuck out of the house and hopped onto her work motorcycle, a gift from her brother who was an established mechanic and had been in the city long before she was. Officially, it's the motorcycle she uses to make deliveries for her parents, but during the deep night, the only destination she has in mind is her brother's auto-body shop, three miles south from her parent's house. As she hit the main road, and the wind hit her face, anxieties about the future were washed away, and Connie, just for a moment, felt a little free.
Arriving at her brothers' shop, the place was set up exactly as it always was. The front of the store and the garage were locked up tight, and the lights were off. But just to the side, light was barely peeking out from a door left slightly ajar. Opening the door and making herself announced, she could see her idol and role model sitting in front of her, cigarette lit in his mouth, smiling from ear to ear.
Connie and her brother were as close as siblings can be, and she often attributed him with the kind of person she aspired to be. From a young age he was a pure thrill seeker, and had a passion in him that didn't shine within her other siblings. during their time in Oldtown, they were inseparable, and even when her brother packed up and moved to the Districts to kickstart his auto-body repair business, he would take Connie to the city from time-to-time and show her what it was all about. It fascinated her, and was the driving force behind her desire to make her own mark in the city.
Upon Connie's entrance, they instantly started their routine. Grabbing ice cold sodas from his portable cooler and setting up a small table, they would spend the night playing card games and chatting, having the time of their lives. Eventually, the conversation turned to Connie's current crisis. She expressed her anxieties about feeling alone in such a big city, her inability to make a life that was as freeing and fulfilling as her brothers.
Her brother laughed, and placed a hand on Connie's shoulder. "Listen kid, the key to living a life that's worth living, is by going by your own rules, and making your own, unique path." Connie's eyes widened, as he continues, "This city is chock-full of opportunities that the folks back home have no clue exist, and it's up to you to turn those opportunities into something for you."
Connie, as she geared up to head home before sunrise, heard the words of wisdom bestowed upon her repeat over and over. It was advice that she had never considered, yet her brother said it with such conviction as if it were a universal truth. All her life she yearned to be free from the life she used to live, but now that she was in the prime situation to change it all, she created excuses for not going for it. Well, not anymore! Hopping back onto her bike and riding home, she was filled with a new conviction, a desire to get out of her comfort zone and take every and any opportunity she could get her hands on, in the name of carving a new path.
Liberta, in terms of opportunities it was the Atlantic Bluefin in a sea of Skipjack. She was still a country bumpkin compared to her peers, and she was a complete amateur when it came to dueling, but even the chance to be there lit a massive fire within that was impossible to put to just because of a few minor setbacks. As she prepared to take a step towards a new path, she remembered a conversation she had before, and made sure to fill in her old friends.