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Post by Oujiko Tamamura on Jul 3, 2012 15:29:10 GMT -5
    OUJIKO TAMAMURA
( Get in line. Whatever you want, someone wanted it before you. )
NAME,
Oujiko Tamamura
NICKNAME,
I've gone by a few nickanmes in my time. Mostly, though, people think that it's fun to pick at the fact that my name means “little prince”. Good for them, I suppose.
AGE,
Eighteen
GENDER & PREFERENCE,
I am very much a male- proof will be given once you assume the position. In terms of preferences, I can't say that I'm too picky. Men and women are both fine, but, if the choice was always there, I'd probably choose a man over a woman.
PROFESSION,
I am currently enrolled as a third-year student at Gekkoukan. I am not formally employed, though I do occasionally sell pictures that I've taken. I also have other means of making lump sums of money with little investment of time.
PERSONALITY,
People seem to think that my name really matches me. Size aside, people consider me almost princely at times. They think me to be some sort of “Prince Charming” that was born to stimulate their romantic fantasies- both girls and some boys. Some would appreciate this, but I myself loathe it, even if I brought it on myself. You see, I'm far from perfect. I'm exceedingly distant from the concepts of good or pleasant, at the roots. Now, unlike your stereotypical bastard, I acknowledge this. Questionably like your stereotypical bastard, I have no qualms with this.
I am manipulative. I am greedy. I am a vacuum that will suck up your happiness, dreams and hopes, and, not least, your life savings. For the longest time, I have considered people to exist purely for my sake. The rich ones serve to line my wallet. The pretty ones serve to satiate my carnal desires- on the rare occasions I do get them. The strong ones serve to protect me. I can find a use for almost any person, and, more than that, I can make the average person dance to my tune- I'm a music-less Pied Piper, I suppose.
Really and truly, I would not mind settling down with another person one day, but, as I am now, I simply cannot find it in myself to trust others like that. People really are disgusting at times, and they are exceedingly shallow- you have no idea how many hearts I've stolen simply by offering a warm smile. Human beings really are just unreliable. That said, when the going gets tough, I can trust in myself and rely on myself- no one else. Certainly, I can rely on people as far as I can use them, but even that is sometimes pushing it, depending on the person.
I say this lightly, but even I am not entirely evil. Manipulation and control often stem from one very simple concept: Understanding. It's a simple matter for me to understand another person, given the time and interest, and I'd like to say that I'm skilled at sifting truth from lies. I can play the kind gentleman, the naïve child, or helpless idiot- whatever role best serves my current conquest. Without understanding a target, it's impossible to do this. Compassion, while it can be faked, often requires prior experience in order to be acted out. I'm not lying- not right now, anyway- when I say that I've actually felt my heart ache for others. Granted, these situations are few and far between. More often than not, it's just an act on my part, since the other is typically too immature or disgusting of a human being to really feel sorry for.
I am patient, though. And I'm considerate enough to understand that my targets do have lives. Another key point of manipulation is compromise, you see. You can't be absolutely rigid- strict, maybe, but you must understand that there are things that another person simply cannot change, either about themselves or their circumstances. Like me, for example. I can't really help it if I need to use others to live. I can't trust them. While I'm not necessarily lazy, menial labor for paltry wages is beyond me. Yes, I'm a student, but I need somewhere to stay until I graduate, you understand.
So, let me summarize what I just said: I'm the antithesis of the prince that everyone thinks I am. I'm evil, destructive, manipulative, and just generally bad. And you're going to love me for it when I'm done with you.
LIKES & DISLIKES,
+SEES, since they extend my survivability ever so slightly
+Sheltered rich girls, they're the easiest to trick
+Muscular guys, dem asses
+Quiet old people, they're easier to get along with
+Photography, every man of taste has an artistic hobby, and this is mine
-Emo dipshits, lookin' at you, Strega!
-Brats, punks, and whiners; most annoying people to steal from
-Motherly figures, and you should know why later
-Going shoeless, rocks hurt like a bitch
-Animals, they're noisy as all hell.
ALLIANCE,
If you asked me where I sided, I'd have to say I'm with Strega. That's just a ruse, though; I'm not into the whole world-suicide and emo-paradise bullshit. Truth is, I'm with SEES, since they're the only good-intentioned bunch around. Good on them that they let me use my talents appropriately, though.
WEAPON & TACTICS,
I'm a person that prefers to battle with words rather than with fists. Of course, now that I'm a Persona-user, I can't very well talk myself out of all fights, right? Sad truth, but I can adapt to that. Frankly, I'd rather rely on Ahriman for any conflict, but that's sometimes not an option outside of the Dark Hour, so I'll start with myself. Despite my looks, I'm actually pretty strong in the upper body. I've used my fists before, and I have a decent understanding of basic weapon-use. I'm just as likely to punch someone as I am to bash their head in with a crowbar or steel pipe, if I can get my hands on one.
Now, if all goes well when I'm in a fight, then Ahriman will take up the better part of the slack. He works in a manner very much like myself when it comes to social interaction. Break, enhance, ready, and strike. Though the first three steps vary in order, the fourth is always fourth. To clarify, we break our opponent by use of Debilitate. We enhance ourselves by means of Heat Riser. We ready ourselves with Mind Charge. Finally, when it comes time to strike, Dominion is where it's at. With the buffs and debuffs, as well as the charge, all in place, Dominion makes for a great weapon and tool. I can slowly siphon an enemy until they can't use magic. After that, the work of chasing them off or incapacitating them is just another charge and drain away.
Of course, when with others, I play more a support role- since I've tried my best at keeping Dominion a secret. When I'm on my own, I'd prefer a one-on-one fight. I could maybe handle a small group, if the enemies are weaker, but, when you get right down to it, Ahriman and I really do work best against a single target. Under favorable circumstances, I'm fairly confident in my abilities to neutralize any single enemy in combat.
PERSONA,
Ahriman, The Devil, awakened
ADDITIONAL NOTES,
Every person's story begins with the love between a man and a woman. Or the lust. Take your pick. In my case, my beginning includes two of these cases. Case one was the deal that brought me into this world. I don't recall the specifics. My sire either left my mother, or he died. Either is possible, and neither is particularly unlikely, given the obsessive nature of my mother. Now, you're probably wondering what that second case of man and woman was. Well, I can tell you. You might not really comprehend it at first, though.
Mother loved me. A lot. Not as a boy, but as a man. Perhaps you can blame that for the way I grew up. That, or the fact that my childhood was spent mostly within a cage in a cellar. Or the fact that my right eye was burned out by candle wax. Well, that's not entirely correct. It's there. But it's useless; I'm blind in it. It might as well be an empty socket. So I lost an eye, my innocence, my virginity, and most of my hope in the human race to my mother. That's also why, to this day, I feel a lot better satiating my lust with men rather than women.
I managed to escape one night. It was a slightly more severe case of love-making. I learned a lot about the female anatomy from my mother. Key-points, you could say. I still utilize the knowledge today- it's just that effective. That was how I managed to get my mother off guard. I played her both physically and emotionally. Give someone a foot, they take a yard, you could say. She was too tired, too dazed, to respond on time. I ran. Nude and barefoot, I ran to the front of the house from what I remembered in some of the more liberal tours to a bed room, or fetish-room mother wanted to have her fun in. Rocks and any number of things ran into my feet. The cold air battered my body. I didn't know where I was running to, or even the way back to the hell I knew as home. Sweat and tears of joy blurred the vision of my good eye, making it burn and sting. I very nearly did not notice a vehicle heading towards me. Well, I didn't before it was too late. Luckily, the car came to a stop on time.
One thing led to another. I found myself naturally appealing to my saviors. But they, while they were all right as humans, had their problems as a family. I knew the environment would not be stable after the man and woman had their first conflict. Both assured me everything would be fine. They adopted me, after all. They loved me, or so they said, no matter what happened. My disbelief grew over the course of a few months. Eventually, I had attained enough knowledge to get into their savings, then out of their residence. I relocated several cities over. Appealed to an older couple. It really was just a domino effect by that point.
Fast forward a few years, to the point at which I was fourteen. I had weaseled my way into the heart of a fairly punk-ish young lady that really did not understand how well she had it. This was while I was living with a woman in her twenties who wanted a younger boyfriend. Two-for-one special, it was. It was the night I stole from the both of them that I first encountered the Dark Hour. The world turned into a nightmare very different from the one I had been born into. Rather than the monsters being inside human hearts, these monsters were very physical and very deadly.
I gave my pursuers a run for their money. In fact, I ditched them entirely. It was when I ran into a single, very nasty beast of what looked like a Western wrestler that I decided I was damn well fucked. That was when I awakened to Ahriman. First, the attack was way weaker than it should've been. By the time I came to my wits, I had a pipe that was nearby. Now, I was confident against people my age, but the blow I gave that beast was way more powerful than it should've been- he stumbled back like I bitch-slapped him with a car. It was then that I actually noticed “him” behind me. Ahriman extended its tentacles, blue sparks jumping all about as he charged up, and we drained that bastard dry- not a drop of its life remained. Felt good. Felt damn good. Better than expected, all things considered. And that was the end of my life as a human, and the beginning of my existence as something slightly greater- someone more capable.
I eventually made my way to the Port Island. I learned the terms coined for this shit we call the Dark Hour, Personas, and Shadows. Fast forward a little more, and I've actually led a mostly straight-laced lifestyle here, packing in with whatever dorm I need to. I was drafted into SEES, but my skills with subterfuge and general trickery earned me the role of the Spy. Now I get to share my breathing, eating, and sleeping space with crazy as hell emo kids with retarded ideas like suicide on a global scale. Gee. Don't that just beat all? The shit I get myself into. . . .
OOC NAME,
Erith, of course.
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Post by Oujiko Tamamura on Jul 3, 2012 15:30:30 GMT -5
 AHRIMAN
( The Devil )
NAME,
Ahriman
ELEMENT,
Darkness
AWAKENING,
Fourteen
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES,
Nulls Ailments and Darkness. Weak to light.
SKILL SET,
Debilitate
Heat Riser
Mind Charge
Dominion
APPEARANCE,
View ze picture above.
INFORMATION,
If you want to learn more about Ahriman, the internet is your friend.
As for his skills, I'll clarify. Debilitate is an SMT skill that is every -unda effect in one. Basically, it's every possible debuff on one target. Heat Riser is the opposite- every -kaja/buff on one target. Dominion is the only skill that has been in just one SMT title. It was in Nocturne, used by one of the final bosses. It's a non-attribute attack that deals heavy HP and SP damage, restoring the user's HP and SP by the damage dealt. So, basically, it's an Almighty attack with heavy damage that restores the user.
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