Post by mamoru on Jul 23, 2010 6:55:37 GMT -5
(wee bit of crossover - as it turns out, Mind Slice is not a P3 skill! - but default setting is P3)
Name: Sugenoya Mamoru
Gender: Male
Height: 173cm (or about 5’8”)
Weight: 155lb
Age: 17
Class: 3-B
Clubs: Music club (met his band members there), So-Jutsu club (outside of school)
Likes:
“…k-kitty…” (cats are adorable)
“…ooh, Daidara Forge just unveiled a new model…” (spears are awesome and traditional)
“Mapo tofu! Haven’t had any since I lived in Inaba! Awesome!” (spicy food is totally punk rock)
“Aw hell yeah. Finished my Dead Kennedys collection.” (He taught himself a decent amount of English just to listen to punk albums. His accent is atrocious.)
Dislikes:
“What the hell’s this pop shit? Turn that damn radio off.” (mainstream culture rubs him kinda raw)
“Those slackers that hang around the back of Port Island Station? Feh. Not a man amongst them. Can probably take them all on – what? I can!” (he hates laziness)
“Hey! What the hell did you say about my singing?! GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE…!” (DON’T talk trash about his band. It’s tempting, but don’t. No, really… it’s very tempting~)
“I… will not… talk about my old man.” (yeah, what he said)
“…hah… hah… the hell was that dream? Squamous and rugose… kinda tentacle-ly too… shit…” (nightmares – horror movies too, though he’s fine with slasher flicks)
Personality: You would think that taking up so-jutsu, the art of the spear, would give Mamoru a better emotional center and self-control.
You would be wrong.
He’s an angry hot-headed punk, the lead singer for Port City’s most notorious, ear-scaldingly fierce punk band, and prone to the occasional collapse from exhaustion and overwork – his musical aspect was actually encouraged by his family psychiatrist as a necessary emotional outlet. He has a streak of anti-authoritarianism in him – he blames both his father and the Kirijo group for everything that’ve happened to the Sugenoya clan, though in the case of the latter, it is dissipating as he slowly figures out what his father was actually up to.
Most of all, Mamoru has a deep-seated need to prove himself – his long-since destroyed hero worship of his father and brother still left him with a strong conviction as to the ideals a man should live by – one reminisce of a modern take on bushido, emphasizing tenacity, honor and intelligence. The last one’s proving tough – he studies like a madman, but his tendency to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation is… not exactly smart.
If he ever got a grip on himself, he’ll likely prove to be a formidable force in any walk of life he chooses. Especially if, as he secretly wishes, he gets the chance to replace his father’s old position – a psychological rebuttal to the disappointments of his childhood.
History: Mamoru’s got a chip on his shoulder, and it’s sat there for quite a while – he’s the youngest of a Kirijo Group executive’s three sons, and grew up admiring both his father and elder brother, the latter of which was a junior manager. Then, in the wake of the Gekkoukan incident, there was a company purging – those loyal to Mitsuru’s grandfather found their careers in shambles, including those from the Sugenoya family. The resultant strife tore his family apart – a messy two-year-long divorce process that eventually saw him separated from his brothers, living resentfully with his mother in the sleepy countryside of Inaba all through middle school.
Then both his father and eldest brother disappeared after being questioned by the police for fraud and tax evasion, leaving his middle brother with the keys to their Port Island condo and all their remaining assets. It saved his mother from having to pay rent, and even if his middle brother was in college most of the year, at least there was some semblance of his childhood normalcy again – so now he’s in Gekkoukan High, a head full of simmering anger, a penchant for western punk music, and a deeply held desire to make up for his family’s lost honor.
Then, one night, after having narrowly avoided suspension for getting into a fight at school… he nearly broke his hand punching a hole into a portrait of his dad in the condo’s office. Turns out, there was a safe in there, and in his rush to leave, his father had left it unlocked. It was empty, but for the false bottom – and in it was a few encrypted notebooks, a manila folder of disturbing images, and a gun that wasn’t a gun.
Appearance: A relatively tall athlete (emphasis on relatively) with a lanky frame and oddly long reach – he’d be a basketball player if the team could ever get around to convincing him. His haircut’s nondescript – a short cut, straight back and sides, suits him just fine, though at times embellished with gelled spikes if he’s in a particularly aggressive mood. When he’s not wearing the gym or school uniform – and he prefers the former for its relatively greater comfort – he wears his punk rock band’s t-shirt and a heavily scuffed pair of cargo pants. For family business or formal events, though, he’s nearly unrecognizable – hair forcefully tamed, a light charcoal suit and even a pair of wireframe glasses in lieu of contacts.
Evoker: [What do they look like? Anything special about them? No "rambo machine gun" evokers or sod-off shotguns. You're shooting yourself in the head, remember that... And, no. You can't have eyes like Teddie's if you're from Persona 4. Fine a picture of glasses if you're too lazy to be creative.] (…”sod-off shotguns.” Yes, I suppose they’re pretty good at telling people to sod off, to use a Britishism…)
A “stolen” Kirijo Group Evoker, found in his dad’s office safe, amongst other things.
Weapon: A straight-edged yari spear.
Statistics:
~Academic: 5
~Charm: 1
~Courage: 3
First Form – Awakening (his starting, active persona)
Persona: Benkei – A Japanese yamabushi, or mountain monk, of ferocious might and steadfast loyalty. His overwhelming military capabilities saw him collect over 999 swords in successful duels over the Gojo Bridge, only losing to Yoshitsune in the pursuit of the 1000th. After his loss, he pledged himself to Yoshitsune, and loyally served him until their mutual deaths – in his case, standing upright despite having been slain by a dozen arrows after successfully preventing anybody from interrupting his master’s suicide ritual.
~Name: Benkei
~Arcana: Chariot
~Drain:
~Weak: Wind
~Null:
~Resist: Phys
~Skills: Marakunda, Matarunda, Maragi, Agilao, Counterstrike, Rampage, Mind Slice, Auto-Tarukaja
Benkei Makes Things Die. An already impressive STR stat is coupled with a suite of AOE attacks and status effects that helps dissipate the toughest shadows by turn three. That is, unless he runs out of SP. Which he will in, like, eight battles. Eleven or twelve if you’re careful. Hope you brought along some TaP…
Second Form – Realization
Persona: Sarutahiko no Okami – Of the six Great Kami in Shinto mythology, only one is a deity of the earth: Sarutahiko Okami, the god of strength and guidance, husband to Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto, and the patron of martial arts. The towering giant of a god is marked by a ruddy complexion, a thick beard, and a nose that would rival Igor’s in length. With his jeweled spear, he stands at the border of Earth and Heaven, guide to heavenly entities and staunch guardian of those below him.
~Name: Sarutahiko no Okami
~Arcana: Chariot
~Drain: Phys
~Weak: Wind
~Null:
~Resist: Light/Dark
~Skills: Debilitate, Power Charge, High Counter, Hassou Tobi, Primal Force, Arms Master, Firm Stance, Life Leech
Mamoru’s fearlessness and determination is expressed through Sarutahiko, offering a short but devastatingly effective range of physical techniques… and exactly one non-physical offense. While he is an amazingly hard nut to crack, his relatively low SP pool and almost nonexistent offensive flexibility, not to mention a retained elemental weakness, makes him a rather rigid specialist, and forces him to be paired with support casters to maximize his effectiveness.
He eats bosses for breakfast, though. Chews right through them. It’s kind of disturbing to watch, actually. Unless nullified or drained outright, it’s sort of like watching a really angry wood chipper…
Did you read the rules…?
This time I'll grapple down that god of fear
And throw him into hell's fire, yeah
Name: Sugenoya Mamoru
Gender: Male
Height: 173cm (or about 5’8”)
Weight: 155lb
Age: 17
Class: 3-B
Clubs: Music club (met his band members there), So-Jutsu club (outside of school)
Likes:
“…k-kitty…” (cats are adorable)
“…ooh, Daidara Forge just unveiled a new model…” (spears are awesome and traditional)
“Mapo tofu! Haven’t had any since I lived in Inaba! Awesome!” (spicy food is totally punk rock)
“Aw hell yeah. Finished my Dead Kennedys collection.” (He taught himself a decent amount of English just to listen to punk albums. His accent is atrocious.)
Dislikes:
“What the hell’s this pop shit? Turn that damn radio off.” (mainstream culture rubs him kinda raw)
“Those slackers that hang around the back of Port Island Station? Feh. Not a man amongst them. Can probably take them all on – what? I can!” (he hates laziness)
“Hey! What the hell did you say about my singing?! GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE…!” (DON’T talk trash about his band. It’s tempting, but don’t. No, really… it’s very tempting~)
“I… will not… talk about my old man.” (yeah, what he said)
“…hah… hah… the hell was that dream? Squamous and rugose… kinda tentacle-ly too… shit…” (nightmares – horror movies too, though he’s fine with slasher flicks)
Personality: You would think that taking up so-jutsu, the art of the spear, would give Mamoru a better emotional center and self-control.
You would be wrong.
He’s an angry hot-headed punk, the lead singer for Port City’s most notorious, ear-scaldingly fierce punk band, and prone to the occasional collapse from exhaustion and overwork – his musical aspect was actually encouraged by his family psychiatrist as a necessary emotional outlet. He has a streak of anti-authoritarianism in him – he blames both his father and the Kirijo group for everything that’ve happened to the Sugenoya clan, though in the case of the latter, it is dissipating as he slowly figures out what his father was actually up to.
Most of all, Mamoru has a deep-seated need to prove himself – his long-since destroyed hero worship of his father and brother still left him with a strong conviction as to the ideals a man should live by – one reminisce of a modern take on bushido, emphasizing tenacity, honor and intelligence. The last one’s proving tough – he studies like a madman, but his tendency to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation is… not exactly smart.
If he ever got a grip on himself, he’ll likely prove to be a formidable force in any walk of life he chooses. Especially if, as he secretly wishes, he gets the chance to replace his father’s old position – a psychological rebuttal to the disappointments of his childhood.
History: Mamoru’s got a chip on his shoulder, and it’s sat there for quite a while – he’s the youngest of a Kirijo Group executive’s three sons, and grew up admiring both his father and elder brother, the latter of which was a junior manager. Then, in the wake of the Gekkoukan incident, there was a company purging – those loyal to Mitsuru’s grandfather found their careers in shambles, including those from the Sugenoya family. The resultant strife tore his family apart – a messy two-year-long divorce process that eventually saw him separated from his brothers, living resentfully with his mother in the sleepy countryside of Inaba all through middle school.
Then both his father and eldest brother disappeared after being questioned by the police for fraud and tax evasion, leaving his middle brother with the keys to their Port Island condo and all their remaining assets. It saved his mother from having to pay rent, and even if his middle brother was in college most of the year, at least there was some semblance of his childhood normalcy again – so now he’s in Gekkoukan High, a head full of simmering anger, a penchant for western punk music, and a deeply held desire to make up for his family’s lost honor.
Then, one night, after having narrowly avoided suspension for getting into a fight at school… he nearly broke his hand punching a hole into a portrait of his dad in the condo’s office. Turns out, there was a safe in there, and in his rush to leave, his father had left it unlocked. It was empty, but for the false bottom – and in it was a few encrypted notebooks, a manila folder of disturbing images, and a gun that wasn’t a gun.
Appearance: A relatively tall athlete (emphasis on relatively) with a lanky frame and oddly long reach – he’d be a basketball player if the team could ever get around to convincing him. His haircut’s nondescript – a short cut, straight back and sides, suits him just fine, though at times embellished with gelled spikes if he’s in a particularly aggressive mood. When he’s not wearing the gym or school uniform – and he prefers the former for its relatively greater comfort – he wears his punk rock band’s t-shirt and a heavily scuffed pair of cargo pants. For family business or formal events, though, he’s nearly unrecognizable – hair forcefully tamed, a light charcoal suit and even a pair of wireframe glasses in lieu of contacts.
Evoker: [What do they look like? Anything special about them? No "rambo machine gun" evokers or sod-off shotguns. You're shooting yourself in the head, remember that... And, no. You can't have eyes like Teddie's if you're from Persona 4. Fine a picture of glasses if you're too lazy to be creative.] (…”sod-off shotguns.” Yes, I suppose they’re pretty good at telling people to sod off, to use a Britishism…)
A “stolen” Kirijo Group Evoker, found in his dad’s office safe, amongst other things.
Weapon: A straight-edged yari spear.
Statistics:
~Academic: 5
~Charm: 1
~Courage: 3
First Form – Awakening (his starting, active persona)
Persona: Benkei – A Japanese yamabushi, or mountain monk, of ferocious might and steadfast loyalty. His overwhelming military capabilities saw him collect over 999 swords in successful duels over the Gojo Bridge, only losing to Yoshitsune in the pursuit of the 1000th. After his loss, he pledged himself to Yoshitsune, and loyally served him until their mutual deaths – in his case, standing upright despite having been slain by a dozen arrows after successfully preventing anybody from interrupting his master’s suicide ritual.
~Name: Benkei
~Arcana: Chariot
~Drain:
~Weak: Wind
~Null:
~Resist: Phys
~Skills: Marakunda, Matarunda, Maragi, Agilao, Counterstrike, Rampage, Mind Slice, Auto-Tarukaja
Benkei Makes Things Die. An already impressive STR stat is coupled with a suite of AOE attacks and status effects that helps dissipate the toughest shadows by turn three. That is, unless he runs out of SP. Which he will in, like, eight battles. Eleven or twelve if you’re careful. Hope you brought along some TaP…
Second Form – Realization
Persona: Sarutahiko no Okami – Of the six Great Kami in Shinto mythology, only one is a deity of the earth: Sarutahiko Okami, the god of strength and guidance, husband to Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto, and the patron of martial arts. The towering giant of a god is marked by a ruddy complexion, a thick beard, and a nose that would rival Igor’s in length. With his jeweled spear, he stands at the border of Earth and Heaven, guide to heavenly entities and staunch guardian of those below him.
~Name: Sarutahiko no Okami
~Arcana: Chariot
~Drain: Phys
~Weak: Wind
~Null:
~Resist: Light/Dark
~Skills: Debilitate, Power Charge, High Counter, Hassou Tobi, Primal Force, Arms Master, Firm Stance, Life Leech
Mamoru’s fearlessness and determination is expressed through Sarutahiko, offering a short but devastatingly effective range of physical techniques… and exactly one non-physical offense. While he is an amazingly hard nut to crack, his relatively low SP pool and almost nonexistent offensive flexibility, not to mention a retained elemental weakness, makes him a rather rigid specialist, and forces him to be paired with support casters to maximize his effectiveness.
He eats bosses for breakfast, though. Chews right through them. It’s kind of disturbing to watch, actually. Unless nullified or drained outright, it’s sort of like watching a really angry wood chipper…
Did you read the rules…?
This time I'll grapple down that god of fear
And throw him into hell's fire, yeah
