Post by Fujisaki Shion on Feb 4, 2012 11:05:59 GMT -5
Fujisaki Shion
Name:[/color] My name is Fujisaki Shion, but my... compatriots call me L'Impératrice; whereas any places where my name has spread negatively has apparently garnered me the nickname of La Lune Noire... How eloquent! Do people here like those kinds of names? Or do they know my diviner nature?!
Age:[/color] I turned 25 earlier during the year. That is all.
Gender:[/color] I've checked and I am quite confidently sure I am female.
Sexuality:[/color] That is indeed not any of your business. I cannot define it under one classification or archetype strictly, but perhaps we shall go with bisexual. I am not quite interested in romance at the moment, though... Not after that event, anyway...
Occupation:[/color] A graduate with a business double degree under my belt and a father who knows a bit too much about jewelry, I was employed at a jewelry store in Aoyama, so I am basically somewhat of a jewelier by day. At night, or basically, during my off-work hours, I work both as an amateur diviner of sorts and a contractual killer, my true purpose of sorts (indeed, my father was quite the rogue) where my masters are the higher-ups of the Plague, I do not question my orders, I do my job, it is my role, it is what I have signed up to do. Though... I do wonder, would I ever feel remorse for the shedding of the blood of others? Or is it simply an excuse to satiate the lust I have for avenging the death of my little sister...? ...Ah, my role as a diviner? Do not ask for the trifling details, it was simply a passing curiosity on my own part which my father attempted to cultivate. I believe to still be an amateur, but rest assured, with my deck on-hand, I can do my best to divine your destiny... Or are you not feeling lucky?
Alliance:[/color] I work with the Plague and no one else, it was through my father's guidance and connections as well as our kindred bond to avenge she who has been slaughtered in cold blood, that I found myself more than willing to be recruited into this rag-tag group. Shh, don't tell the boss I said that! Hahaha. They're all a bunch of jokers in my opinion, but they at least seem to know when to get the job done. I don't honestly know what my father sees in them, perhaps it's in fact something to do with... the coldhearted killers of... Nana... But... Do not mind my musings! I am naught but small-fry in this organization, despite what I can offer and despite the time I've spent here, I am still just a grunt in their eyes. Haha...
Group:[/color] A Persona-User, or at least that is what I know it as... For some reason, it seems a bit too inline with the readings and interpretations of my tarot deck right here...
Weapons:[/color] I carry different things most certainly dependent on the situation. On-the-job during the day time, most certainly you would not be counting on me to be carrying any sort of weaponry - it's not like that matters in the long run anyway, my father has taught me the ways of MMA for this purpose, a sort of improvised manner of hand-to-hand combat, though I may not look it, I have broken a few jaws in the past. But, on to more interesting matters... You're looking at the blade? That katana? It is quite plain, isn't it? I don't really care. It's deceptive, but I had it to be forged almost as long as a nodachi. The blades which are supposedly as tall as a man, you know? Other than that, though, it is quite non-descript. I don't really use it in covert operations; it's really not at all stealthy. I use it in all-out brawls or to cause a bit of bloodshed. I have had much practice in it that it serves me some practical purposes.
So, what DO I use in covert operations? Aside from my bare fists, I have this here piano wire which my father gave me. I keep it with me at all times; this little bugger has probably saved my behind more than any of my other weapons in my repertoire. A silent and deadly killer, the piano wire is deceptive, but can be used to put anyone down painlessly. I, unlike the rest, do not believe in being handed the tools needed for a mission. I provide for myself.
Personality:[/color] Wouldn't you like to know? Oh, forgive me... People can call me a bit of a lackadaisical fool at times, but that's just the daydreamer side of me talking... They always say that I space out for too long at the most inopportune moments; fortunately that does not translate in the heat of a mission or a fight, where I immediately get my ass in gear and get out there, and do my job, and do it well. There is a time and place for everything, as they say, there is a time to play, a time to work, you know the drill, you know the story. I do not take kindly to the shirking of duty in that respect. Yes, we all have our times of laziness, but when there's something that needs doing, I'd sure as hell expect that thing to be done sooner or later! I don't like nagging people at all, but sometimes I get the feeling I'll be doing it a lot, you know?
...Social life? What social life? Uhm, I suppose it's not that I avoid people, I mean, people are interesting creatures. Most are idiotic beyond repair, but there are those who are quirky, "weird," "abhorred by normalcy," they are the real ones to look out for. Like these rag-tag crew of people under the banner of the "Plague," or those coldhearted Yakuza demons they call themselves the "Dragons..." But really, my life, and the way I run it, has very little room for this thing you call "social interaction." But you know, it would be nice to hang out over a cold one, or something of the sort. My father did always say I needed to go out more; saying I was always holed up in my room meditating or practicing my latest technique for assassination. It was part of the job description... Eh? My modus operandi, you ask? That's classified information! Besides, you could figure that out easily.
I'm paranoid, okay? People like to confide their secrets in me; it's no wonder that fellow diviners have often-times led me to draw that fated Queen of Pentacles, or perhaps that one time I drew the Ten of Swords, that freaked me out like crazy, because I'll have you know, the Ten of Swords is an omen of ill will and destruction! (PS: it was the week before my little sister, who was basically my entire world, was murdered right before my eyes) Let's just say that I'm pretty incredibly occult and superstitious and you would do well to steer clear from me if you don't like the stuff.
Likes and Dislikes:[/color]
[HIT] Occultism :: Knowledge of the paranormal, the definition of "occult," coming from the Latin word "occultus," that means, 'clandestine,' 'hidden,' 'secret,' the mysterious unknown which "normal" humans cannot comprehend beyond the basics, perhaps twisting it somewhat with demonology, an entirely different field. The esoteric, the arcane, these are all mystifying concepts and things which fascinate me beyond belief, and I would be in total love if I could share my knowledge with others too...
[HIT] My sister, Nana :: Everyone tells me to let go. Everybody tells me she's dead, she's gone. I cannot believe that. I refuse. Even if I saw her die before me, even if I had failed to keep her close to me, even if I had failed to give her that last farewell kiss, I know deep in my heart that she's still out there, somewhere, watching over me, keeping me safe. I miss you, Nana. Please, I want to feel your embrace once more.
[HIT] Fortune-telling, Divination :: As a direct consequence of my fascination with the arcane, it's only natural that I decided to cultivate on this interest and get into fortune-telling. My father connected me with someone who dealt in things of this nature, and I was able to procure a deck of Tarot cards which I always faithfully keep on my person, always ready to do some divination, or fortune-telling, or those trifles of the sort. Perhaps the deck itself proved to be some sort of fetish? Or was it an omen?
[HIT] Language :: The mystery of language is a wonderful thing. At a young age, I was forced to learn many languages thanks to my father (and to some extent my mother, before she passed away due to health complications) who believed that a cunning linguist (SNORT!) could get me to many places (it was only many, MANY years after I first heard that; that I finally got the implications of that. I still badger my father about it to this day). I guess at some point I too, became fascinated in it in a similar fashion as how I got into occultism.
[HIT] Solitude :: As human beings, we all strive for social interaction at some point in our lives, but I have grown tired of that, now that I can no longer feel the sweet embrace of the only person I could call my lover (and my own drat sister at that; I am so glad my father was okay with it), I have found it a tad cumbersome to deal with human interaction unless, perhaps, it was over a cold one. I like cold ones.
[MISS] Fear of the Unknown :: What are you, a coward? How can you expect to get anywhere without delving into that which nobody knows? Is that not how discoveries are made?
[MISS] Violation of Privacy :: Please, leave me alone. I don't care about your own issues that you don't actively burden me with; why do you have any reason to be so perseverent with me?
[MISS] Rashness :: See the Knight of Swords. Do you see that knight? He's not wearing a helmet! A sign of overconfidence, a sign of rashness, a lack of thought for consequence. I don't like that in people, not one bit. They will suffer for it, and they will make those close to them suffer for it too. Abhorrent.
[MISS] The Dragons :: That accursed group of miscreants! They murdered my sweet Nana! Why did they do such a thing?! I can't believe it...! Those... bastards...
[MISS] Inevitable Loss :: That stupid Ten of Swords... That omen, that disgusting card which foretold the loss which I could do nothing about but take, oh... oh, Nana, please, how I would kill to feel your soft lips on mine... Argh... Sniff...
History:[/color] My father was a man of many talents, and had bedded himself a foreigner who was entrenched in Japanese culture, their combination made for some interesting things, as I learned once she passed away shortly after my little sister's conception... I had thought it was due to childbirth, but it was in fact not. My mother was apparently a heavy smoker in her youth, before my father had sweet-talked her into going cold-turkey. We had lived deep in Tokyo for the most part, and I was usually tasked with keeping my little sister Nana safe and taking care of her when she was young (I was older than her by about three years). I had to balance this with training from my father, who I eventually learned was not only a man of many talents but an assassin, a dying breed, or so he claimed, and trained me to follow in his footsteps once my mother passed. It had come to a point where Nana had seen me as her guardian, the one who would protect her from harm, and eventually, I started to see her as the only person I could truly be emotionally "close" to, as my father's cold and calculating demeanor was most often displayed in the name of training me to become an assassin just like he was.
I had told Nana a lot that she could tell me if anything was wrong, and she did. This had continued during our days in the academe, where Nana had become so close to me, she started treating me as not just her sister, but as someone more than that, and eventually, during our adolescent years, I had overheard her in her room doing something quite unnatural, something of the perverse nature, and I could hear her calling for me, calling out for my name, and I could not help but feel my heart beat hard and fast (my father had been asleep for some time, tired from the droll routine of his own day). I could clearly remember that night, when I had walked in since she did not have the prudence to lock the door, and I walked in on her committing that immoral act; she could not respond at all, but no matter how immoral it was, I was the one to lock the door, and, admitting my own love for Nana as well, we...
I would not forget that night. I always would cherish it, and even more doubly so as during the weekend I went to see a friend of mine, the fortune-teller I bought my Waite Tarot deck from, and asked to have my fortune divined for the week. The process had been run through as normal, until one of the cards I drew from the fortune-teller's deck gave me the scare of my life.
ten of swords
The Ten of Swords, one of the Minor Arcana, was a card that depicted destruction, loss, chaos, death. On the card was a dead man where ten swords had been impaled into his very being, his legs, his body, his head, under the backdrop of the night, and an ironically peaceful mountain setting. The fortune-teller told me that sometime in the not-so-distant future, I would lose someone incredibly important to me. At the same time, she said it would serve as the catalyst for something much bigger. Earlier in the fortune-telling, I had drawn Major Arcana VIII, which represented absolution, and could see the connection. After I drew the Ten of Swords... I saw a single coin being held out by a hand on the next card. The Ace of Coins.
The week after that, something terrible had happened. That Fateful Saturday... I was taking out my sweet Nana on a date, the two of us had agreed to go to someplace nice and dainty, befitting of someone as innocent and as maidenly beautiful as her... It was a grand dinner, well, grand in my eyes anyway, we just went to a simple place we both knew, but it was that night where I learned something was going down outside. After we had just finished, the two of us had to leave the establishment and go out into the dark streets of the night. A brawl was going on, and I heard gunshots. Training kicked in and I tried to rush Nana to safety, but I heard something.
"Careful! Those two girls over there! They came out of there and look suspicious! Get them if they try something!"
They were onto us, they wanted our blood for some reason; we were innocent, we meant no harm, I hadn't killed anyone in the past three months, Nana had nothing to do with this, if they wanted someone dead, why didn't they...! I heard gunshots. Gunshots! They were shooting us! I ushered Nana into an alley, keeping my back exposed - the one thing an assassin should never do; keep him or herself exposed to the enemy, and they were aimed at me, and I could see the look on Nana's face as she (and then I, too) realized that I was probably going to die if I ate all those shots... And then...
She...
She pushed me away. She took all those shots herself.
Why...?
Why did you do this, Nana? You saved me, and threw your own life away from mine! I took the bleeding body of my little sister, my lover, and held her close to me, crying endlessly as those disgusting men and women lowered their weapons and approached me. They looked at me with no remorse, unawares that they had just mercilessly killed the one person who could understand me, the one person who really loved me more than just family, the one person who...! They... They looked down on me, and I could feel the tears trickling down my cheeks... I had not brought my weapon on me for obvious reasons, but I could suddenly feel the sheer emotion and will coursing through my body start to materialize into something more... concrete, more tangible, something truly worthy of "occultism," and there it was... The Persona? My Persona? As they called it, I was not sure at the time.
Some figure of some sort, my vision was hazy from my disorientation of the event; some figure appeared to make quick work of these marauders with a bright flash of light, and afterwards, I saw nothing. Nobody. I could hear whispers and utterances from hidden caches through the area... "Those Dragons... they disappeared!" "Did they really have a reason to do that?" "Was that a misunderstanding?"
Dragons... They must have been behind this!
That night, I returned home with Nana's body in my arms, and my father had questioned me incessantly, and I had explained to him, my eyes red, bloodshot and swollen, that I had committed the grave crime of this nature. I was 18 at the time, already well into my college years, as I had been accelerated, I was taught well by my father in this respect. Eventually, my father had no choice but to accept the absurdity of the event that were my circumstances, and keeping the name "Dragons" in mind, he had directed me to one of his confidants, one who was a member of the organization I would come to work with this very day today.
So, I had met with this guy, I did not bother remembering his name, he seemed a bit scrawny to me, but whatever. He had explained to me that their group had the means to gain access to ways to get to the Dragons so I could exact my bitter revenge on their merry little group. I was excited by that prospect, so I immediately lunged at it and joined their ranks. I started out low, but after all this time of balacing my duties as one of the Plague and my work in university, and then my eventual employment at the jewelry store, I'm still rather low down there. I'm not particularly bitter or anything, though, just a strange observation...
The Other Side
MAIA of the MOON Arcana
[/font][/color][/size]MAIA of the MOON Arcana
[/center]Type: Persona
Skills:
- Scratch -> Inflicts (really) minor Strike damage on an enemy.
- Invitation to Sleep -> Has a chance (25~50%) to inflict Sleep on all enemies.
- Recarm -> Revives an unconscious ally and restores some of their life.
- Mediarama -> Restores a moderate amount of all allies' life.
- Unshaken Will -> Becomes immune to all status ailments.
- Maha Aquadyne -> Inflicts major water damage to all enemies.
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Strengths and Weaknesses:
- Strong: Light
- Weak: Strike, Fire
Other info: Maia is a Greek mythological figure, the daughter of Atlas and Pleione. She is one of the Pleiades as a result; the eldest and the most beautiful and shy of them all. There are seven Pleiades. Due to her beauty, she attracted Zeus and bore Hermes.
Out of Character Information
Name: What name do you go by? TranceHime
Contact Information: Skype@inagaki-trance, IRC@Sephora irc.ppirc.net
Other Characters: Kisaragi Yuu, Kyoudou Sakuya, ARX-68 Magdalene
Additional Notes: :3
[i]Kara no Kyoukai[/i]: [b]Ryougi Shiki[/b] plays [u]Fujisaki Shion[/u].