Post by Naoto Shirogane on Mar 25, 2009 9:30:29 GMT -5
Name: Naoto Shirogane
Age: 15 (Turns 16 shortly after the game starts)
Date of Birth: 4/27/1996
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student, also a nationally-renowned private detective.
School: Yasogami High
Class: 1-3
Personality:
Naoto Shirogane- the Detective Prince, and perhaps one of the most emotionally complex people to ever wander into Inaba. Externally, she comes off as rather rude, analytical, and intelligent- which is exactly what she is at times. Naoto grew up attempting to be a detective, and so, her train of thought follows a pattern of logic and facts. Never one to beat around the bush or be sensitive, Naoto's persistent and stubborn to an almost dangerous degree.
She's rather witty and cynical at times, and seems like the ultimate killjoy. Ever cautious and rational, she often needs something to be backed up by logic and statistics before she'll so much as give it a chance, rarely taking risks unless it's for a case. However, she's surprisingly sensitive when it comes to herself, and can never seem to let anything go. Despite her blunt, condescending exterior and her general dislike of social contact, she is otherwise rather shy and sheepish, hiding this with her public attitude.
She took her ways from the detectives that she read about as a child- cool, calm, and collected, never one to crack under pressure and who takes everything slowly and steadily, making sure that they leave no stone unturned. That's certainly Naoto. But perhaps she'd be a tad bit kinder and more open to risk and surprises if she met someone who would look past that gruff exterior and bother to actually see the awkward, shy girl underneath who's extremely sensitive to her self-image and paranoid about what others think of her?
She does, however, have an extremely short temper at times- so much as mentioning her gender or her height tends to snap a nerve, no matter how she tries to conceal it. She may be rather willing to debilitate somebody else's esteem by stubbornly hunting down anything about them that they'd rather not let people know, but when it comes to her own self-image, she's rather defensive- even violently so, at times.
Positive Characteristics
+ Extremely intelligent
+ Loyal
+ Rather kind and humorous if one manages to befriend her
+ Will see anything to the end, no matter how hopeless
+ Can often empathize with others in some way
+ Usually very self-confident
Negative Characteristics
- Condescending
- Rushes to conclusions
- Anti-social
- Painfully stubborn
- Comes off as slightly apathetic
- Often in denial about who she really is
- Blames society and fate for her problems
- Extremely blunt
Appearance:
Let's just look at our intimidating Detective Prince a little closer, shall we? Naoto stands at about 5'0- not an impressive height in the slightest, which irritates her severely, so she attempts to make up for it by wearing platformed boots and her hat. Naoto's gaze is virtually infamous around the school- that icy glare in the frosted blue eyes almost immediately seems to discourage anybody from even meeting her gaze, her hair a messy, dark blue that spikes and ends in uneven bangs. This isn't a sign of her being lazy with her grooming, but rather a sign that she takes every effort to look like a man- she'll purposely ruffle her hair up a bit to discourage anything near her former look, with long, straight locks easily reaching down below her shoulders. As for certain... assets? Those are easily taken care of and hidden with a few layers of tape.
Being a neat-freak and a stickler of sorts, Naoto does nothing to modify or mutilate the school uniform. She wears a neat, tidy white shirt, buttoning it up to the top, and then slipping on the male uniform over it. The only oddities to her style are the two things that she is never seen without, no matter the uniform- the odd, black newsboy cap that she always adorns, and her dark blue boots, which have a surprisingly high pair of heels for 'casual shoes'. Mention this to Naoto and she'll become infuriated.
She carries herself with dignity and pride no matter the situation, and never slouches- this is apparent no matter her wear. In summer, Naoto can usually be seen with either the summer uniform- black slacks and a white collared shirt, or, in her own odd sense of style, tight black pants, an untucked turqoise shirt, and a canary-yellow tie.
In winter? She'll wear a heavy black jacket, overly buttoned with an upturned black collar and tied at the top with a small black ribbon, and a pair of thick pants that seem to be patterned with some version of plaid in mind- black squares, with dark green and navy stripes scattered within.
The glasses that Teddie bestowed upon her are rather conventional and casual- with oval-shaped lenses, the frame being tinted a light blue.
Clubs: None
Statistics:
Knowledge: Sage
Courage: Daring
Expression: Enthralling
Diligence: Rock Solid
Understanding: Kindly
Weapon(s) and Starting Equips: Pistols and revolvers. Starts off with a white pistol called Algernon. Armor is the typical school uniform.
Persona:
---Name: Sukuna-Hikona (Yamato Takeru)
---Arcana: Fortune
---Repel: None
---Drain: None
---Null: None (Light, Dark)
---Resist: Light, Dark (Fire)
---Weak: None
Final Moveset: Tempest Slash, Vorpal Blade, Megidolaon, Mind Charge, Mahamaon, Mudoon, Mamudoon, Hamaon
History:
At last. They had an heir. The Shirogane line wouldn't cease! Surely, there were others, but they weren't direct descendants... this child would be the only one.
Wait. A girl?
And that was how Naoto was born. From the first seconds, her family almost unanimously decided that she was not a true Shirogane. After all... she was a female! This was an absolute, complete catastrophe. Her family would become a laughing stock, their pedigree tainted by the fact that the new heir to the crown was not a prince, but a princess.
She grew up as an only child, surrounded by prestigious ancestors who constantly chided her for her gender, scoffing and rolling their eyes whenever the little girl would curiously stare at them, pondering just what seemed to bother them. Both of her parents were Shirogane detectives- her mother favoring cryptic analysis and forensic medicine, while her father enjoyed the rough-and-tumble chaos of being out in the open and actively hunting down criminals as both a detective and a bounty hunter. They had brought honor and prestige to the family, just as their ancestors had. Naturally, this shielded her parents from the blame of giving birth to a female. They simply unleashed their rage and disappointment upon Naoto herself, as if she had decided her gender consciously and rationally.
She was left to raise herself. Her parents were far too busy to understand the concept of nurturing and parenthood, and assumed that their child should be intelligent enough to fend for herself from birth, right? Wrong. As if serpentine, her parents assumed the primal idea that one could just give birth to a child and leave it to learn, interact with its environment, and know the cruelties of life and the harshness of the world. Naoto had always been bright, but she struggled, finding that her only companions in the Shirogane estate were thick tomes. Reference books, dictionaries, encyclopedias... she read them all.
And then she got to the small fictional shelf, never realizing that everything on it told of sleuths and gumshoes. She scorned the television and its tales of idols and politicians in favor of Sherlock Holmes and Watson, analyzing every page and realizing that it was the life she wanted to live. She wanted to be one of them. Her parents, her relatives... everyone would be impressed with her if she became somebody worthy of the Shirogane name.
And then her parents died overseas when she was around the age of five. Naoto still hasn't hunted down the files and the records of the accident- if she wanted to read them, she would have long ago. Many would be disturbed at the girl who didn't show weakness... the one who didn't seem to bat an eye or grieve, who simply bit her lip and moved on. Her grandfather had always been an odd one in the Shirogane bunch- always extravagant with a razor-sharp wit, and yet he was also the only one to truly have confidence in his grand-daughter.
And, besides, with the loss of Naoto's parents, she was the only descendent he had left- and so he stayed in that mansion, solving horrific murders and disturbing plots even in his old age. One day, he decided to humor himself, offering Naoto an old parchment that the victim had written upon, scribbling fanatically to ensure that his writing style couldn't be analyzed.
She didn't even bat an eye.
"...Grampa. What about the ink? That pigment and the splatters on the corner are easily archaic, and certainly came from a specific brand. Not to mention that the criminal obviously has left his fingerprints all over this, with the smudges and the way it was folded."
Two days later, some nameless face had been brought down and hauled in handcuffs, accused and tried for the murder of five men in two weeks. He was named guilty.
Naoto was absolutely thrilled when her grandfather had that spark in his eyes whenever he looked at her, eagerly and proudly crediting his then-ten-year-old daughter for solving the case. She would go on to solve several, several more- yet, when she met with the victims or suspects, they would laugh.
Not only was this a kid... it was a girl. They would blow her off, snidely remarking with elementary, crude jeers. That was it. Naoto demanded her grandfather take her to the store- and he was stunned when she came back not with dresses and skirts, but slacks, boots, a suit, and a tie. And then she took a pair of scissors and easily cut off every bit of those long, dark locks until she felt satisfied that she looked like a young man.
Her grandfather never said another word, instead kindly helping Naoto to manipulate every media source and report to note that this new person of interest in the detective world was, in fact, the Detective Prince, a prodigious male. Male.
She was suddenly showered with respect and praise, which disgusted her, though she accepted the flaws of society and became a correspondent to the prefectural police, called upon whenever she was needed... though brutally shoved aside and treated as a small child whenever her brain was not needed. She would get respect... she would. So when she heard of the serial murders in some small, pathetic country town called Inaba, she rolled her eyes.
How ignorant and idiotic was the police to not catch a murderer in their own, tiny town? Ugh. She took the case, immediately heading over and performing a stakeout. And then she heard the group of highschoolers at the local supermarket called Junes. TV? Investigation? ...Were these imbeciles trying to form some pathetic little team of their own and apprehend the criminal? Ugh! Her nerves boiled at the mere thought!
So she approached them with tact, attempting to persuade them to give up and leave, though they seemed annoyingly friendly, going so far as inviting her to join them on the school trip, since she had recently enrolled as a first-year to try and get more evidence and testimony for the case.
She knew one thing was for certain, having written so in her notes- every victim had appeared on television shortly before being kidnapped. And so she decided the only way to catch the criminal was to appear on television and be targeted- so she staged an interview.
But the next thing she knew, she was shoved into the television, left in her own channel. Naoto's dungeon is a heavily-guarded base located in a dark forest, the inside filled with sickened green smog, the only pathway through being rusty pathways above the endless pit below, with splatters of luminescent blood everywhere. Robotic Shadows lurk about, and Naoto's shadow itself was an extremely twisted thing.
Draped in an extremely oversized lab coat, the disgusted creature spoke of how ignorant and idiotic society was. Naoto hated people. She hated them! They would use her as a tool and toss her away, and then mock her. The Shadow was also the one to reveal that Naoto wasn't exactly a male in any sense.
It spoke of surgery, the figure on the channel proclaiming that the life-changing operation would proceed... on a rusty table, with a giant drill and a ragged saw looming overhead. The Shadow elaborated, amused at how Naoto had always shunned dolls for tanks and toys, yet she was still female... so the Shadow would end Naoto's misery.
She would become inhuman completely, engineered to be not a child or a female, but a twisted monstrosity. Angrily, Naoto was foolish enough to deny herself... and so the beast exploded into a powerful, mechanical monster, winged, apparently half-human and half-machine.
When the powerhouse of a Shadow was finally defeated, Naoto hesitantly confronted her other self. She admitted that perhaps she had always wrapped herself up in the stories she was told as a child... and perhaps she did disdain society and the police force for being so male-oriented... but she would persevere. She didn't need to be an adult or a male to become successful and respected, and so, the Shadow calmed and transformed into her Persona.
Naoto agreed to finally join the investigation team, humbled and realizing that perhaps this strange phenomenon with the television was behind the mystery. She pledged to find the criminal- only now, it seemed like she had friends to help her.
Age: 15 (Turns 16 shortly after the game starts)
Date of Birth: 4/27/1996
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student, also a nationally-renowned private detective.
School: Yasogami High
Class: 1-3
Personality:
Naoto Shirogane- the Detective Prince, and perhaps one of the most emotionally complex people to ever wander into Inaba. Externally, she comes off as rather rude, analytical, and intelligent- which is exactly what she is at times. Naoto grew up attempting to be a detective, and so, her train of thought follows a pattern of logic and facts. Never one to beat around the bush or be sensitive, Naoto's persistent and stubborn to an almost dangerous degree.
She's rather witty and cynical at times, and seems like the ultimate killjoy. Ever cautious and rational, she often needs something to be backed up by logic and statistics before she'll so much as give it a chance, rarely taking risks unless it's for a case. However, she's surprisingly sensitive when it comes to herself, and can never seem to let anything go. Despite her blunt, condescending exterior and her general dislike of social contact, she is otherwise rather shy and sheepish, hiding this with her public attitude.
She took her ways from the detectives that she read about as a child- cool, calm, and collected, never one to crack under pressure and who takes everything slowly and steadily, making sure that they leave no stone unturned. That's certainly Naoto. But perhaps she'd be a tad bit kinder and more open to risk and surprises if she met someone who would look past that gruff exterior and bother to actually see the awkward, shy girl underneath who's extremely sensitive to her self-image and paranoid about what others think of her?
She does, however, have an extremely short temper at times- so much as mentioning her gender or her height tends to snap a nerve, no matter how she tries to conceal it. She may be rather willing to debilitate somebody else's esteem by stubbornly hunting down anything about them that they'd rather not let people know, but when it comes to her own self-image, she's rather defensive- even violently so, at times.
Positive Characteristics
+ Extremely intelligent
+ Loyal
+ Rather kind and humorous if one manages to befriend her
+ Will see anything to the end, no matter how hopeless
+ Can often empathize with others in some way
+ Usually very self-confident
Negative Characteristics
- Condescending
- Rushes to conclusions
- Anti-social
- Painfully stubborn
- Comes off as slightly apathetic
- Often in denial about who she really is
- Blames society and fate for her problems
- Extremely blunt
Appearance:
Let's just look at our intimidating Detective Prince a little closer, shall we? Naoto stands at about 5'0- not an impressive height in the slightest, which irritates her severely, so she attempts to make up for it by wearing platformed boots and her hat. Naoto's gaze is virtually infamous around the school- that icy glare in the frosted blue eyes almost immediately seems to discourage anybody from even meeting her gaze, her hair a messy, dark blue that spikes and ends in uneven bangs. This isn't a sign of her being lazy with her grooming, but rather a sign that she takes every effort to look like a man- she'll purposely ruffle her hair up a bit to discourage anything near her former look, with long, straight locks easily reaching down below her shoulders. As for certain... assets? Those are easily taken care of and hidden with a few layers of tape.
Being a neat-freak and a stickler of sorts, Naoto does nothing to modify or mutilate the school uniform. She wears a neat, tidy white shirt, buttoning it up to the top, and then slipping on the male uniform over it. The only oddities to her style are the two things that she is never seen without, no matter the uniform- the odd, black newsboy cap that she always adorns, and her dark blue boots, which have a surprisingly high pair of heels for 'casual shoes'. Mention this to Naoto and she'll become infuriated.
She carries herself with dignity and pride no matter the situation, and never slouches- this is apparent no matter her wear. In summer, Naoto can usually be seen with either the summer uniform- black slacks and a white collared shirt, or, in her own odd sense of style, tight black pants, an untucked turqoise shirt, and a canary-yellow tie.
In winter? She'll wear a heavy black jacket, overly buttoned with an upturned black collar and tied at the top with a small black ribbon, and a pair of thick pants that seem to be patterned with some version of plaid in mind- black squares, with dark green and navy stripes scattered within.
The glasses that Teddie bestowed upon her are rather conventional and casual- with oval-shaped lenses, the frame being tinted a light blue.
Clubs: None
Statistics:
Knowledge: Sage
Courage: Daring
Expression: Enthralling
Diligence: Rock Solid
Understanding: Kindly
Weapon(s) and Starting Equips: Pistols and revolvers. Starts off with a white pistol called Algernon. Armor is the typical school uniform.
Persona:
---Name: Sukuna-Hikona (Yamato Takeru)
---Arcana: Fortune
---Repel: None
---Drain: None
---Null: None (Light, Dark)
---Resist: Light, Dark (Fire)
---Weak: None
Final Moveset: Tempest Slash, Vorpal Blade, Megidolaon, Mind Charge, Mahamaon, Mudoon, Mamudoon, Hamaon
History:
At last. They had an heir. The Shirogane line wouldn't cease! Surely, there were others, but they weren't direct descendants... this child would be the only one.
Wait. A girl?
And that was how Naoto was born. From the first seconds, her family almost unanimously decided that she was not a true Shirogane. After all... she was a female! This was an absolute, complete catastrophe. Her family would become a laughing stock, their pedigree tainted by the fact that the new heir to the crown was not a prince, but a princess.
She grew up as an only child, surrounded by prestigious ancestors who constantly chided her for her gender, scoffing and rolling their eyes whenever the little girl would curiously stare at them, pondering just what seemed to bother them. Both of her parents were Shirogane detectives- her mother favoring cryptic analysis and forensic medicine, while her father enjoyed the rough-and-tumble chaos of being out in the open and actively hunting down criminals as both a detective and a bounty hunter. They had brought honor and prestige to the family, just as their ancestors had. Naturally, this shielded her parents from the blame of giving birth to a female. They simply unleashed their rage and disappointment upon Naoto herself, as if she had decided her gender consciously and rationally.
She was left to raise herself. Her parents were far too busy to understand the concept of nurturing and parenthood, and assumed that their child should be intelligent enough to fend for herself from birth, right? Wrong. As if serpentine, her parents assumed the primal idea that one could just give birth to a child and leave it to learn, interact with its environment, and know the cruelties of life and the harshness of the world. Naoto had always been bright, but she struggled, finding that her only companions in the Shirogane estate were thick tomes. Reference books, dictionaries, encyclopedias... she read them all.
And then she got to the small fictional shelf, never realizing that everything on it told of sleuths and gumshoes. She scorned the television and its tales of idols and politicians in favor of Sherlock Holmes and Watson, analyzing every page and realizing that it was the life she wanted to live. She wanted to be one of them. Her parents, her relatives... everyone would be impressed with her if she became somebody worthy of the Shirogane name.
And then her parents died overseas when she was around the age of five. Naoto still hasn't hunted down the files and the records of the accident- if she wanted to read them, she would have long ago. Many would be disturbed at the girl who didn't show weakness... the one who didn't seem to bat an eye or grieve, who simply bit her lip and moved on. Her grandfather had always been an odd one in the Shirogane bunch- always extravagant with a razor-sharp wit, and yet he was also the only one to truly have confidence in his grand-daughter.
And, besides, with the loss of Naoto's parents, she was the only descendent he had left- and so he stayed in that mansion, solving horrific murders and disturbing plots even in his old age. One day, he decided to humor himself, offering Naoto an old parchment that the victim had written upon, scribbling fanatically to ensure that his writing style couldn't be analyzed.
She didn't even bat an eye.
"...Grampa. What about the ink? That pigment and the splatters on the corner are easily archaic, and certainly came from a specific brand. Not to mention that the criminal obviously has left his fingerprints all over this, with the smudges and the way it was folded."
Two days later, some nameless face had been brought down and hauled in handcuffs, accused and tried for the murder of five men in two weeks. He was named guilty.
Naoto was absolutely thrilled when her grandfather had that spark in his eyes whenever he looked at her, eagerly and proudly crediting his then-ten-year-old daughter for solving the case. She would go on to solve several, several more- yet, when she met with the victims or suspects, they would laugh.
Not only was this a kid... it was a girl. They would blow her off, snidely remarking with elementary, crude jeers. That was it. Naoto demanded her grandfather take her to the store- and he was stunned when she came back not with dresses and skirts, but slacks, boots, a suit, and a tie. And then she took a pair of scissors and easily cut off every bit of those long, dark locks until she felt satisfied that she looked like a young man.
Her grandfather never said another word, instead kindly helping Naoto to manipulate every media source and report to note that this new person of interest in the detective world was, in fact, the Detective Prince, a prodigious male. Male.
She was suddenly showered with respect and praise, which disgusted her, though she accepted the flaws of society and became a correspondent to the prefectural police, called upon whenever she was needed... though brutally shoved aside and treated as a small child whenever her brain was not needed. She would get respect... she would. So when she heard of the serial murders in some small, pathetic country town called Inaba, she rolled her eyes.
How ignorant and idiotic was the police to not catch a murderer in their own, tiny town? Ugh. She took the case, immediately heading over and performing a stakeout. And then she heard the group of highschoolers at the local supermarket called Junes. TV? Investigation? ...Were these imbeciles trying to form some pathetic little team of their own and apprehend the criminal? Ugh! Her nerves boiled at the mere thought!
So she approached them with tact, attempting to persuade them to give up and leave, though they seemed annoyingly friendly, going so far as inviting her to join them on the school trip, since she had recently enrolled as a first-year to try and get more evidence and testimony for the case.
She knew one thing was for certain, having written so in her notes- every victim had appeared on television shortly before being kidnapped. And so she decided the only way to catch the criminal was to appear on television and be targeted- so she staged an interview.
But the next thing she knew, she was shoved into the television, left in her own channel. Naoto's dungeon is a heavily-guarded base located in a dark forest, the inside filled with sickened green smog, the only pathway through being rusty pathways above the endless pit below, with splatters of luminescent blood everywhere. Robotic Shadows lurk about, and Naoto's shadow itself was an extremely twisted thing.
Draped in an extremely oversized lab coat, the disgusted creature spoke of how ignorant and idiotic society was. Naoto hated people. She hated them! They would use her as a tool and toss her away, and then mock her. The Shadow was also the one to reveal that Naoto wasn't exactly a male in any sense.
It spoke of surgery, the figure on the channel proclaiming that the life-changing operation would proceed... on a rusty table, with a giant drill and a ragged saw looming overhead. The Shadow elaborated, amused at how Naoto had always shunned dolls for tanks and toys, yet she was still female... so the Shadow would end Naoto's misery.
She would become inhuman completely, engineered to be not a child or a female, but a twisted monstrosity. Angrily, Naoto was foolish enough to deny herself... and so the beast exploded into a powerful, mechanical monster, winged, apparently half-human and half-machine.
When the powerhouse of a Shadow was finally defeated, Naoto hesitantly confronted her other self. She admitted that perhaps she had always wrapped herself up in the stories she was told as a child... and perhaps she did disdain society and the police force for being so male-oriented... but she would persevere. She didn't need to be an adult or a male to become successful and respected, and so, the Shadow calmed and transformed into her Persona.
Naoto agreed to finally join the investigation team, humbled and realizing that perhaps this strange phenomenon with the television was behind the mystery. She pledged to find the criminal- only now, it seemed like she had friends to help her.