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Post by SAGI on Aug 23, 2010 12:18:49 GMT -5
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"Killing them softly"
"inside of your mind"
"deep in your thoughts"
"a monster you find"
Even though it hurts to make a wish
I received the courage to fight from you
burn my D R E A D CALL ME:
Kaitou Nagano
ALTERNATIVELY:
...The Midnight Reaper. Reaper is fine. ...Say Nagano a certain way, though, and--
I HAVE LIVED:
Eighteen years. October 13th.
DEEP DOWN, I AM:
A guy.
...MY PREFERENCE?
Does it matter? Heterosexual, then.
I WORK AS:
A part-timer at Shinshoudo Antiques. Also, a delinquent third year in high school. YOU'LL SEE ME WITH:
Persona Users. Not that I care for them.
I won't forget your kind smile
Or your eyes hidden with sorrow
the path is O P E N HEIGHT:
Five feet, eleven inches.
WEIGHT:
176 pounds.
HAIR:
Brown. Long at the back, up to his shoulders..
EYES:
Heterochromia struck Kaitou with two colored eyes. Gold on the right, turquoise on the left.
GENERAL STYLE:
Despite being a student at Gekkoukan High, Kaitou does not wear the traditional uniform of the school. Instead, his attire is constant from day to day, consisting of fine black slacks and dress shoes, a white dress shirt with a vest over it, and a black and white pinstripe coat. He wears accompanying white gloves with the attire, and substitutes the predicted bow tie for a black ribbon. The outfit is unsurprisingly constrictive, but somehow Kaitou manages to move around just fine in it, and even wears it during the summer without a sweat (hah, the pun!). What does he wear during gym, you wonder? Nobody knows-- he's been able to slip by without ever having to take a gym class in his time at Gekkoukan.
EXTRAS:
He carries a queer-looking pocket watch. It was given to him by someone whose name he barely remembers before he got pulled into this mess.
At the last moment their souls sing
Along haunting voices of lone shadows
deep breath deep B R E A T H POSITIVES:
- Efficient - Intuitive - Resourceful - Flexible - Faithful - Knowledgeable
NEGATIVES:
- Aloof - Blunt - Hard-hearted - Abrasive - Hateful - Severe
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
It's hard to say that Kaitou Nagano's just another one of those delinquents you see at school. He's dressed differently from the other students, sporting a livid look, and beating the crap out of his next hapless victim. But for a lowlife thug, he's surprisingly apt, regularly scoring near or at the top of his class. He has a wit to match his tongue, and is skilled in using his environment (including others around him) to his advantage. To top it off, Kaitou is surprisingly bookish, and spends a fair amount of time in the library when he isn't picking a fight.
Abrasive to the core, Kaitou isn't afraid to say what he wants in and out of class. If he wants to pick a fight, he'll do it, even if it's with a teacher. The teen doesn't waste time with flowery speech or eloquent metaphors; he says what's on his mind, and most of the time, it's not pleasant. He hates his classmates just as much as they fear and despise him, and one would wonder why he doesn't spend more time at Port Station with the other miscreants.
However...
He wasn't always like this. The old Kaitou Nagano was a soft-hearted, soft-spoken introvert who put all his effort forth in appearing as plain as possible. He purposefully scored low on tests, avoided gym classes and sports clubs, and always settled himself in the corner of his classroom. Even then, though, he always had eyes plastered to him. Throughout the course of his life, inexplicable deaths took place around Kaitou, earning him the title Midnight Reaper. Despite his best efforts, he could never get away from the rumors that followed him, even after transferring to countless schools. After a certain event in his first year of high school, he simply stopped caring.
Those who get around his spiky personality and befriend Kaitou will find that he isn't quite as cold as his attitude may depict him to be. He's more talkative than he is otherwise, and tends to mock his friends. Kaitou's deathly loyal to those he considers companions and will go out of his way to keep them safe from harm.
Since he was a small child, Kaitou took a voracious interest in books, magazines, or anything with printed text. He always has a different book in his hand by the day, ranging from cheesy romance to Egyptian architecture. If asked, Kaitou wouldn't hesitate to say that the books he's read are the reason he didn't go insane during his childhood. He doesn't play the full part of a bookworm though-- he isn't one to spew out random facts that may or may not pertain to the conversation at hand. Kaitou has a keen interest in explosives of all kinds (+1 to his already degraded reputation), as can be seen by the small bombs he occasionally employs in combat or in peoples' lockers.
Kaitou has the Potential, that much he knows. He has been aware of the Shadows since the beginning of high school, and has recently awakened his Persona. Working at the antique shop while keeping an ear out has brought him little bits of information day by day, and he has become aware of most of the happenings going on during the Dark Hour. He's very subtle about it, but Kaitou has been searching for a way to get his hands on an Evoker or other means to summon a Persona for a while now-- his research has brought up S.E.E.S., and he is considering approaching them for help.
CHARACTER TIME PERIOD:
Last Remembered Date: October 3, 2009 In short, he walks along the same line as the Persona 3 crew.
HISTORY:
NOTE: This history is really long-winded, and while some of you (like me) may like that, I'm sure a lot of you don't want to sift through paragraphs upon paragraphs of exposition and stuff. Read with caution.
What does Friday the Thirteenth mean to you?
For many, it's time to board up in the house and steer clear of black cats and their ilk until the next day. Nobody wants bad luck, especially when payday's just around the corner. Of course, that makes it hard for the auspicious workers, but oh well.
For others, their time's up, and they will die. Whether it is peaceful or not is entirely independent of Friday the Thirteenth. Whether or not it's their time, they will breathe their last.
And for some, Friday the Thirteenth represents both of these, as well as another common occurrence-- the celebration of a new life. One of these is the subject of this tale: Nagano Kaitou.
He was born to parents whose names he cannot remember, in a hospital that has long been demolished, in a small town that he doesn't care to recall. Since before his brain could keep memories, he was reading out of picture books and non-illustrated books alike, transfixed by the wonders bound between their hard covers. Kaitou was fascinated by books, and picking up on that, his parents always bought him new books whenever they went out. The Nagano family enjoyed years of mirth and unity, up until the night before Kaitou's eighth birthday.
That night, his parents had taken him out to the city library for the first time, and he was amazed by the seemingly endless array of books that piled upon the shelves. After the library closed, Kaitou's parents went out for dinner and a movie together with him. The night-time excursion lasted them far later than Kaitou's regular curfew of ten in the evening; it was almost midnight by the time the three began walking out of the theater. The boy was sleepy, but to this day, he can still remember the beeping of his father's wristwatch that signaled midnight.
Before his very eyes, his parents fell to the ground, bloody gashes erupting from their skin and drenching the child. As the people around Kaitou began to scream, he simply knelt and poked his father's arm, the beeping of his watch having yet subsided.
Why weren't they waking up? Were they sleepy like he was? The blood-stained child pondered the thought as exhaustion overtook him, and he fell unconscious lying by his dead parents' side. When he awoke in a hospital by his grandparents' side the next morning, he was bombarded by the news that his parents would be taking a nap. A long nap. During their nap, he would go with his grandparents, living at their home not too far from his own.
Starting the night after his parents' death, Kaitou began to have chronic nightmares. Though he could never fully recall the events during the nightmare, he would always wind up in his grandparents' room when the dream stopped, crying and whimpering. He was taken to many physicians and psychologists, but none could discern any illness of mind or body in the child. They simply wrote it off as a result of loneliness from Kaitou not being around his parents.
The boy began school anew after the event, but not even elementary school was immune to the practice of rumors. His classmates, having heard both of his parents' death and his chronic nightmares through their own parents, were thoroughly creeped out by the teal-eyed boy, and none would ever play with him. This went on for the next three years, torturing Kaitou both day and night until New Year's Eve. The Nagano clan was holding a large family get-together; it was a rare chance for Kaitou to play with children his age, children unaffected by the cruel rumors swarming around him. He spent the night happy for the first time in years.
"Five! Four! Three!! TWO! ONE!!!"
Happy New Year.
As the clock struck midnight and the TV exploded with the cheers of people on screen, everyone in the room around Kaitou fell over, blood seeping out of their clothes. It was just like that night with his parents. But this time, he was smarter, two years smarter. He knew the concept of life and death.
There were no screams from his relatives, and no cries of anguish. Just the chime of the wall clock, the frenzy of celebration from the TV, and Kaitou's choked sobs as he fell to his knees between his dead cousins.
When the bodies were found the next day, Kaitou was rushed to the hospital once again, leaving the same night with more distant relatives who had not come to the party. The nightmares continued on, becoming more rattling each time. Unlike his grandparents, who had taken Kaitou in with love and devotion, his aunt and uncle were two bitter, miserly people who had taken the hushed rumors to heart-- the mass death of the Naganos on New Year's Eve only strengthened their conviction. Home had become just as much of a hell as the new school Kaitou was transferred to. He was forced to eat his meals alone, living on the leftover scraps from his aunt and uncle, if they were feeling so kind as to leave him anything. As a result, Kaitou began to steal money from the two here and there, buying bread from the bakery as it was the cheapest source of sustenance he could find. The brown-haired child dug his nose further between the pages of books, finding them to be his only solace from the harsh world that had emerged before him.
It only took a few months for the next midnight tragedy. Kaitou's aunt and uncle were arguing late at night, and quite loudly at that. The boy had wanted to sneak down and grab a few pieces of bread from the pantry and was waiting at the top of the stairs for them to stomp off. The clock struck midnight, and the arguing was abruptly cut off. At first, Kaitou was afraid that they'd caught him sneaking around, but when several minutes passed without any sound, he delicately crept down the stairs, only to be met by his relatives standing limply, staring at each other with blank expressions in their eyes.
"It's called Apathy Syndrome. The cases started a few years ago, and they're starting to become more abundant."
That's what the doctors told Kaitou when he called the ambulance. He was a child, so they didn't bother explaining the finer mechanics of the disease-- simply put, it was likely due to the extreme stress they were experiencing, and there was no known cure. They left it at that, and once again, Kaitou was dropped into the hands of distant family. The devious cycle of nightmares and midnight tragedies went on, with nineteen more bouts of Apathy Syndrome and thirty-three murders, the victims being family, friends, and even random passerby. As Kaitou transferred from school to school, he eventually picked up a nickname.
The Midnight Reaper.
At first, he wanted to deny the rumors. Kaitou was just a small child back then; he simply wanted some friends, anything that could get him away from the terse atmosphere around him, away from the skeptical and fearful stares that bore holes through his skin. But no, the nightmares would not relent, and over the years, Kaitou embraced the title that was so coldly assigned to him, diving further into the sea of books that piled up in his room. Perhaps they were what kept him from cracking due to the stress and trauma these horrific events left him. While studying did not come hard for the boy as he aged, he chose to avoid scoring high in exams or joining sports clubs. He didn't need the extra attention.
Eventually, middle school began for the Kaitou. The childish antics of those around him escalated into full-on bullying and harassment. He stayed out of the way as much as he could, but whenever he ran across someone sour, they would start pushing him around, tossing him about or locking him inside lockers... If he was really unlucky, he would be beaten up by a passing group of hateful students. Sometimes Kaitou wished that these murders would befall those who brought him pain. Yet despite his anger, he never once snapped at his antagonists. Instead, he became more and more engrossed with his books.
Kaitou had officially transferred between schools forty-three times before he arrived at Gekkoukan High. The rumors had followed the teen just as swiftly as the monorail, and the treatment continued to intensify. He began receiving threatening letters in his locker, and when their authors began carrying out their threats, Kaitou was torn between fighting back and keeping his official reputation clean. In the end, he decided to quietly take his unjust punishment.
"Why don't you fight back?"
?
Summer was in full swing when he first heard that fluid voice. He looked about in front of him, but nobody was there. That meant the person had to have been speaking to him. When he turned, he was met by a girl he recognized from his class. Her black hair was long, but kept neatly in a ponytail, and stern brown eyes stared across the hall at him. Kaitou looked at the girl for a few more moments before shrugging and turning around to walk away.
Perhaps he was more than a little intrigued when the footsteps behind him persisted all the way to his street. He turned on his heel, adjusting his hat as the girl trailing him stopped. That same gaze from earlier hadn't swayed at all. The flat line that was Kaitou's mouth quirked upward slightly, and he folded his arms.
"Do I really need a worse reputation than I already have?"
"No, but you should at least defend your pride as a man!"
Her tone had sharpened considerably compared to the soft hum that he'd heard before. The girl was glaring daggers at him now, her hands balled into fists. She continued to berate him without end, ranting and raving about how he should at least have some dignity, how he could easily beat those "thugs" around, how she'd do it herself if she had the chance. At least half an hour had passed before Kaitou held his hand up to silence her.
"Why do you care?"
"Why don't you?!"
Kaitou didn't answer, turning around and opening the door to the apartment he lived in. "If you're so bothered by them, why don't you fight them yourself?" He wasn't expecting her answer.
"Fine, you coward! I'll meet you tomorrow under Mandragora-- that's where they said they'd meet you next, right?"
What a strange girl, he had thought back then. He was sure that she was surprised when he looked back and laughed lightly, waving over his shoulder and walking into the apartment. The next day, sure enough, the girl showed up and beat down every last student who had come to attack Kaitou. Her size belittled her strength; she had no trouble throwing guy after guy that rushed her.
"I'm assuming you already know me," he'd said after the encounter. She turned to him and grinned, giving him a thumbs up.
"Well of course! You're the biggest topic for discussion at Gekkou's Supernatural Club! To be honest, we've been talking about you all year. Weird, huh? Well, I'm sure people have talked about you in other places, too, right?" A quirked brow was Kaitou's reply. "Heh, you really don't talk a lot, do you? I'm Yamashita Ritsuko. I know it's sudden, but why don't you join the Supernatural Club? I'm sure everyone would love to see you!"
Sudden was an understatement. Kaitou was hardly a friendly figure himself. The years had hardened him; he was aloof and unemphatic, caring not for the opinions of others and only for his books. Now here comes this girl, spewing out all these obsessive facts Kaitou didn't know were circulated about himself. To think, an entire high school club obsessed about Kaitou in a non-aggressive manner.
It was the first beacon of light in the dingy darkness that had become Kaitou's existence. Though his nod was slow and composed, inside the first-year was jumping for joy. He had finally found his niche, and he was going to take it.
The next day, Kaitou was registered into the supernatural club, and he felt like some sudden celebrity meeting an onslaught of fans. Everyone in the club was barraging him with questions, most too delicate for him to answer appropriately. He ended up spending the afternoon giving nodes and shakes of his head, unsure of what to say. Truthfully, he hadn't been in such a jovial situation since he was a child, so he naturally would be at a loss for words. It was probably the best day of his life since his parents died.
After the club meeting, Ritsuko and a few of the other club members had met with Kaitou as he was opening his shoe locker, asking if he wanted to hang out with them until late. There was an event going on at Chagall Cafe. Since the brunette obviously had nothing else to do, he agreed, grabbing his shoes from his locker. Curiously enough, a pair of slender cards fluttered down as he pulled his shoes out. Upon further inspection, they were tarot cards.
Sixteen and Thirteen, The Tower and Death. Facing upright. Looking back, Kaitou still wishes he had declined Ritsuko's offer then and there.
The night went relatively smoothly despite the sudden rigidity that had taken over Kaitou. The only things on his mind were those two tarot cards as the hours passed. Before he knew it, it was a few minutes to midnight, and everyone else had left, leaving Ritsuko and Kaitou alone at their table. The girl noticed the time herself and stood up, offering her hand to Kaitou as she practically ordered him to walk her home.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. It was only seconds to midnight, and Kaitou almost wanted to break free from Ritsuko's grasp so he wouldn't see her fall. Too late. The clock struck midnight, but instead of feeling the girl's hold go limp, the world before Kaitou became drenched in a murky shade of green. Blood spouted out of the most random places, and where people had been walking beside them, only bloody coffins remained. The worst part was that the gut-wrenching feeling in Kaitou's stomach was the same sensation he'd been experiencing for years.
He was living his nightmare.
A clattering noise brought Kaitou out of his queasy trance-- a giant knight atop a floating horse had appeared before the two teens, brandishing a blood-laden lance. It slowly began to hover towards the pair, and Kaitou had to wonder if this had been the thing killing and maiming the people around him all his life. The thought made his blood boil. Without a second thought, Kaitou started walking towards the gargantuan monster. He cared not that it had harmed so many people; he would punish it here and now.
Ritsuko, however, had other plans. Her common sense was still in gear, and she ran in front of Kaitou, pushing him back and yelling at him to run away. She didn't know what was going on either, only that there was probably no way they were going to beat that thing down. The brunette was deaf to her pleas, and continued to walk on possessed. The two parties came closer and closer, and Kaitou eventually broke free from Ritsuko, charging the knight with a furious yell. The being drew its lance back, ready to strike down its adversary.
It would have, too, had Kaitou not been tackled out of the way by Ritsuko. The sound of tearing flesh and the wail of the girl echoed throughout the night-- the spear had impaled straight through her abdomen, leaving a gaping hole when the monster withdrew its weapon. It was about to strike Ritsuko once again, prompting Kaitou to scramble over and jump in between. However, the second joust never came. The knight was stopped abruptly as a tearing sound erupted in the sky, erasing the eerie green glow that had captured the city and transforming the coffins back into humans. All the blood in the city had dried up, too.
All the blood except for Ritsuko's. She lay behind Kaitou, barely able to breathe from the fatal wound. Wearily, shakily, she looked up at Kaitou, her vivid eyes dulled by her mortal peril. She laughed.
"You're really something else, Nagano Kaitou. A spineless coward one day, a brainless hero the next. I wonder what you'll be tomorro--" The girl thrashed about, a sign that she had but a moment left in her life. Her voice came out softer, and the expression on her face was fearful.
"I-I wish we could have t-told the c-club about this... I don't... I don't w-want to die... Kaitou..."
The Midnight Reaper had struck again.
When Kaitou arrived at Gekkoukan the next morning, the school had literally exploded into a rumor-strife frenzy, and all eyes were on the teen. He promptly withdrew from the Supernatural Club, and as the days passed, he began to change himself. No longer was he the quiet, withdrawn cursed child. He was sick of the bullshit around him, and he wouldn't let it slide any longer. He changed his attire to a fine suit and slacks, fixed his hair, and started high school anew as a delinquent. Anyone who looked at him the wrong way would wind up regretting it; Kaitou picked fights all over the school and made sure he won each and every one. There were those appalled by the sudden change in the teen's behavior, but none stood against him, fearing that he may use his cursed status as The Reaper to deal death upon them.
Oddly enough, the day Kaitou changed, he became exposed regularly to his nightmare world, where blood plastered the walls and coffins populated Iwatodai. He never did encounter the knight that killed Ritsuko, and spent those "dark hours" wandering the city. Through his travel, he discovered a sky-high tower where Gekkoukan was, but dared not near it. Two years passed. Nothing changed... until a certain antique shop in Paulownia Mall opened. The Shinshoudo Antique shop, where rumor had it that the owner was well-versed in demonology and looking for employees... or some crap. He heard it from a few first years that scurried away when he walked past them. He decided to check it out, and perhaps it was the second stroke of good fortune in his life.
It was midnight the first night Kaitou was working, and he wasn't expecting the owner to keep her non-coffinated form. She stared at him for a few moments before smiling wryly.
"So, do you have the Potential, Nagano?"
The question that started it all. During that year, Kaitou learned much about the Dark Hour, the Shadows that roamed the Earth, and most importantly, of Persona. Those who could control Persona were the only ones who could combat and defeat Shadows. So then, if Kaitou wanted to avenge Ritsuko, to avenge all the people who had fallen to the Shadows around him... He would have to summon a Persona of his own.
Now, how the hell was he going to do that?
From what he heard during his shifts, and from what the woman was willing to tell him, an organization called S.E.E.S. existed to personally fight Shadows and explore Tartarus, the castle that had regularly replaced Gekkoukan at night. The name sounded familiar, but why? A little research pinned the organization down to the S.E.E.S. school club. How ironic. It seemed that Kaitou's next order of business would be to approach the members of S.E.E.S., but he couldn't get any of the teachers to spill the names of the club members.
Well. He would find out sooner or later, right?
Until then, Kaitou would just continue his life as a delinquent "Reaper", dealing "death" to those who angered him. It had become a rather fun side-hobby next to his books.
The nightly dance of bleeding swords
Reminds me that I still live
mass D E S T R U C T I O N ORIENTATION:
All-Rounder
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
While primarily a hand-to-hand fighter, Kaitou possesses many small hand-bombs (Strike damage; think Jin Shirato). They are mainly to combat Shadows, though he's not against using them on people. Otherwise, he fights with his body and a pair of folding trench knives (Slash damage).
BATTLE STATS:
FP: 100 SP: 110
ARCANA:
The Tower
PERSONA:
Alastor :: An epithet of the Greek god Zeus whose role is to punish mankind's sinners. He collects the sins of the world which form the gruesome demon attached to his back. The demon tears itself off of Alastor's body to slay sinners and collect their misdeeds within itself.
SUMMONING:
Watch
HIGH AFFINITY:
Pierce, Earth, Ice
LOW AFFINITY:
Lightning, Water
SKILLS:
Scattershot (FP: 8) Deft Stroke (FP: 8) Matera (SP: 10) Dia (SP: 4) Bufula (SP: 8) Rakunda (SP: 12) Evil Touch (SP: 10) Blade of Fury (FP: 24)
Every man's gotta fight the fear
I'm the first to admit it
want to be C L O S E FAMILY:
Father (Name forgotten; deceased) Mother (Name also forgotten; deceased) Minami Nagano (Aunt) Hanako Nagano (Younger Cousin) Yuudai Nagano (Older Cousin) ...Everyone else is dead. Seriously.
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS:
Ritsuko Yamashita (deceased) Noa Landau Yuu Suzuki (annoying bugger as she is) Shinjiro Aragaki
RIVALS/ENEMIES:
Nobody in particular, but Kaitou is a popular guy at Gekkoukan, and not in the good way.
ROMANTIC INTEREST:
Nothing.
OTHER:
The Boss (Shinshoudo Antique Shop Owner) Honoka Seppälä (for S.E.E.S.-related matters) Igor (But what's he all about?)
The light of the morning shines again
All over my sight, on this world
memories of Y O U HANDLE:
Call meh... Sagi.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Kaitou's my first, but I now play Igor.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
Advertisement.
CONTACT INFO:
It's on my profile. PMs work too!
NOTES:
Ntrly
FACE CLAIM:
Ponkotsu, from Kuria Kuoria.
TEMPLATE MADE BY SAGI FOR BRAND NEW DAYS |
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