Post by Hiroki Miyamora on Mar 29, 2009 11:21:36 GMT -5
Name: Hiroki Miyamora
Age: Twenty
Date of Birth: November 17th, 1990
Gender: Male
Student/Teacher: N/A
Class: N/A
Personality:
You'd hope that everybody has at least some saving grace to cloak the myriad of faults that people all appear to possess. Hiroki... well... we'll see about that. He represents his Arcana well, being branded with the terrifying monster known as Death due to his imminent fate. Putting up a complicated front, Hiroki's rather capable of acting perfectly charming and polite, though this attempt to dissuade suspicions of his inner nature often fails miserably. Rumors can be whispered, after all- the cheerful, lackadaisical man is really the clever one who enjoys casually introducing people to the wonders of being soaked in kerosene.
He honestly finds the act of harassing and torturing to be a wonderful sport, and being goaded on by his classmates in high school only pushed him further. Is he petty? Yes. Is he cruel? Most certainly. And he's proud to admit it to the world if inquired about it. Yet he likes to remain on the positive side of authority, often hiding his true, malevolent intentions until far later. A two-faced devil if there ever was one, but so long as one doesn't prove to be an easily-persuaded pawn, you're unlikely to be singled out as a particular victim.
Death- a violent, drastic change. A sudden influence in life that determines if you follow the path to an eternal paradise, or an eternal hell. Hiroki is the true embodiment of the card, proving to be a horror in other people's lives a good majority of the time if they allow themselves to be led into his circle of 'friends'. Hiroki really can act like quite a sincere, courteous man, with a soft spot for the opposite gender, though while other people can balance out their faults with their strengths and virtues... err... good luck with that, Hiroki!
And, at least... one could consider that he had positive traits to his personality before the events at Tatsumi Port Island two years ago. Warped beyond recognition, Hiroki's personality has degenerated into nothing but psychoses, obsessions and complexes.
Everything is right only if he believes in it. Nothing has value unless he likes it. The world is nothing, doesn't truly exist, and is just there to impede him... or entertain him. A walking psychological nightmare, Hiroki is inflicted with far more problems than one could imagine somebody's psyche could handle... but, then again. He thinks he's a god. Why should he believe he has problems?
+ Positive Characteristics
+Painfully cunning
+An academic genius in many ways
+Articulate
+Capable of easily swaying others over to his side
+Never feels regret or guilt for anything he's done
+'Friendly'... at first.
+ Negative Characteristics
-Extremely lazy when not motivated
-Manipulative
-Nihilistic
-Sadomasochist
-Misogynist
-Psychopath
-Has a huge Messiah complex
-Avid smoker and drinker
-Has no empathy or sympathy for anyone
-Thinks of everyone in the world as a tool or a toy
-Still won't get over his loss in the past
Statistics:
Courage: Heroic
Expression: Persuasive
Knowledge: Sage
Diligence: Callow
Understanding: Basic
Appearance:
Hiroki has a rather usual appearance — standing at 6'5" and built with a moderately muscular frame, he gives off the aura of 'bully' immediately, despite the friendly spark in his verdant eyes, cleverly disguising the impish intentions behind that gaze. He's a bit tan thanks to spending his time outside for a number of years, and his coal black hair is slightly unkempt, kept at a comfortable length slightly below his shoulders. He usually dons a black leather jacket all day, and unbuttons it during hot weather due to his laziness when it comes to laundry. Underneath, there's proof that Hiroki scarcely has any fashion sense — a plain shirt of varying shades is always seen under the distinct biker jacket, ranging from white to pitch black, and his pants are always the same, unadventurous raven shade.
He really doesn't stand out much at all- a pendant dangles loosely from his neck, constructed of small silver chains and a gently-carved piece of jade in the middle, yet other than that, he has virtually no accessories to call his own. In general, rather modest with his attire at all occasions- expect him to wear a boring black tie with a black suit when the occasion calls for it, and for him to adorn a painfully typical pair of shorts and a tank-top when the summer heat rolls by.
Voiced by Junichi Suwabe (Grimmjow) in Japanese, and Steven Blum (Spike) in English.
Clubs: N/A
Weapon(s): A giant three-segmented staff known as Chao's Gun. The weapon is violently covered in twisted spikes and cruel blades, the rusted chains holding the weapon together being the only part lacking them. Apophis is an absolute powerhouse, and focuses on using high-powered physical, dark, fire, electric and almighty spells to quickly wipe out the enemy. It should be noted that Apophis's multi-target physical spell has a very high chance of inflicting status ailments- Virus Wave inflicts poison. Hiroki relies mainly upon Apophis, for he's far too lazy to practice using his real weapon, which is bizarre and hard to handle even with several years of training.
MOVESET: Ragnarok, Maziodyne, Virus Wave, Diarahan, Die for Me!, Primal Force, Black Viper, Heat Riser
Starting Equips:
Weapon: Chao's Gun
Armor: Heavy Jacket
Accessory: Jade Pendant
Persona:
---Name: Apophis - i184.photobucket.com/albums/x239/glennsho/ApophisbyMauricioHerrera.jpg (Apophis Novus - i41.tinypic.com/nve1bn.jpg)
---Arcana: Death
---Repel: Physical, Dark (Physical, Dark, Wind)
---Drain: Fire
---Null: Light
---Resist: Electric, Wind (Electric)
---Weak: None
Summoning Method: Lifts his card up, takes a lighter, and sets it on fire before crushing it with his bare hands.
History:
Gekkoukan High seemed to be plastered with people who could all proclaim themselves to either be orphans, foreigners, or some spoiled, rich person from an established family who thought they were great. Hiroki? Not even close. The average Japanese male who lived in this seaside city his whole life was never exactly amazing- at least, he didn't try to be. He was a smart boy, capable of thinking on his feet and capable of throwing a punch, but he really never did anything to stand out. And he was completely fine living that way, remaining in a household with his mother and father, both being people who were guaranteed a bit of money by being the only ones willing to work ridiculously long hours, and his brother. Eventually, he grew to understand that he really only lived with his sibling, since the occasions in which his parents came home were far and few between.
He grew up having to tutor and train his brother as if it was a job rather than a family commitment, even receiving a weekly check from his parents to pay for food and other items. His whole damned life was a job- and it scarcely changed even when he entered the esteemed campus of Gekkoukan High School.
He had always been calmly passive, rarely encountering conflict because Hiroki never really had time to go out with friends or even communicate with others due to his commitment. He had never complained, really- he was in a house with food and shelter, right? Why should he be pissed? He did his work, he answered questions... all was fine.
And then his upperclassmen decided to push him a bit. Just get him to do a few errands, blackmail him a bit... and oh, how irritated he became. That caged beast at the back of his mind sprang forth and took over, and Hiroki loved the sudden recognition he obtained the minute he started offering free one-way trips into trash cans and monopolizing the first-years below him. He was suddenly a bit popular- not in a good way, but popular nonetheless, right? He kept it up- all was well, all was fine... for him, at least. He was ruining lives and using people's bare backs as steps for his ascent to glory, of course, but, pah! Since when did he ever care?
Then the night came when fate spat in his face, the then-freshly-titled third-year rather groggy from an 'educational' event before when he decided to show the new kids of the school a few fun little things about the town. He lazily got up, walked down the hall... and there was some ugly pile of sludge gurgling at him with its beady red eyes hidden behind a solid facade on what appeared to be its face.
Now, quite frankly, Hiroki ran like hell.
Until he realized that he was on the roof, not on the street. Was his hangover really THAT awful? And then he only cringed as that monstrosity suddenly bubbled through the door to the roof, followed by three identical companions who all appeared giddy to devour his brain. ...Wait. This isn't a cheap zombie movie. Whatever!
One slithered forward at a surprisingly intense and smooth pace for something so amorphous, ready to strike with knife-like digits before it was sent flying into oblivion by the gigantic demon that suddenly stood before him.
"I AM MADA. As you intoxicate the souls of those who you touch, I poison the very ground upon which you walk."
Was that giant flaming monster calling HIM a jerk? Tch... then again, he was surprised that his sudden irritation provoked the creature into setting one of the blobs on fire. Wow. Not bad, huh?
And thus it continued- he never learned of the wonders of Evokers, but he liked the idea of chasing down these little creatures and getting so pissed that some demon popped out of his head.
And then he heard of some new kid from Paris- some diplomat's kid... and Hiroki had to admit that inner human nature plowed down his normal personality and demanded that he go hunt her down and claim her as his own. Hence, the athlete who became one of the swim team's best was suddenly in... art club. Oh, god.
Little did the fellow members know that, unlike them, Hiroki refused to dabble in paints and oils. He would much rather devise painful pranks, or, more importantly, start up a little 'group'. He had no idea what that thing that came out of his head was- some ass in a beanie snapped at him that it was a Persona and he needed to shut up about it, but when he figured out that a fellow classmate could use one as well... he had a little plan.
He was going to gather up a few pawns... and he was going to figure out just what it was that made the school turn into an abomination of nature at night. And he was going to have the only group to find out... after all. He had figured out the existence of two sources of competition, though he had yet to completely distinguish them- yet Hiroki's ego calmly dictated that he should stomp down anybody who wanted to climb that tower before him.
He proved to be a painful thorn in the sides of both SEES and this apparent group of vagabonds called Strega, irritated at the ideologies of both. Hiroki assembled a small team of three- though each member complimented each other extremely well, leading him to interrupt fights with large Shadows with ease.
However... one of those days, the blue-haired youth that led them finally became irritated, placing the Intoxicator into the abyss by crushing the Persona with crippling ice- a weakness. Hiroki had come so far. He'd come so far in killing all of them...!
He wanted a world to exist- but only if it had the Dark Hour in it. He loved the fact that he was special and had this power- it made him feel like a god. Something more than a god, even... for he denied even the fates for obtaining this ability to go into a time beyond the reasoning of any normal human.
He would kill SEES for trying to stop the Dark Hour. And he would kill Strega for trying to end the world. They'd all die, damnit...! He'd kill them all! He'd break their necks and slam their skulls in, damnit! DAMNIT!
"Your heart is pathetically empty, child. I know that in those icy depths there rests no beat. Succumb to the madness and anger you have created. Listen to me, and I will give you power. I will give you all that you desire, Hiroki Miyamora... a world where you are god. A world where you shall destroy and crush everything before you. And these little children can do nothing to stop you."
And so, Apophis was born, the Devourer of Ra exploding from the ashes of the Intoxicator. Forever, he would nip at their heels, trying his best to drag the squad down... and yet, that January 31st, he failed. The almighty Nyx was destroyed. Her Dark Hour was gone, and with it, her Shadows.
Hiroki went mad. Whatever thin membrane was holding together his rationality snapped, the man calmly wading into an abyss of insanity and death as he hopped a train to a small town called Inaba.
How long he lurked there, listening only to the hissing voice in his head. Apophis would keep him company. Apophis would tell him what to do if he needed advice... and eventually, Hiroki decided with a crooked grin, he would rule over Apophis instead. He would rule. He would kill. He would prove that he could outlast some fucking snake in his head anyday.
Lodging in a comfortably large apartment in Inaba, Hiroki found himself spending his days reading the newspaper and watching TV, slowly losing his motivation and drive to kill those who stopped the Dark Hour, and instead simply becoming disgusted with humanity all together.
Yet his boredom was cured the minute he realized people on the television were dying. Mayumi Yamano had showed up so many times on that television the day before she was found hanging from a telephone pole...
There was no coincidence.
Soon after, a girl who had stumbled upon Mayumi Yamano's corpse, Saki Konishi, was heavily broadcasted and speculated upon. She was found dead.
There was no coincidence.
And yet, as Hiroki calmly used his intelligence to easily realize what people would apparently appear on television and die next... he realized something. This Midnight Channel was also forecasting death... and yet, nobody was dying.
This was unacceptable. His source of entertainment was slowly dying away. If whoever decided to kill those that appeared on the television wanted to quit... it was unacceptable. People paraded around every news station as heroes and martyrs sickened him. They didn't deserve to 'disappear' and come back...
Slamming his fist angrily at his television, he watched it fall in... and he only grinned.
He was going to kill them if they showed up on the TV. He was going to kill all of them.
SOCIAL LINK: Hiroki can be gained as a social link for Death only if one has not talked to Hisano by 6/20. So much as initiating the link with Hiroki instantly guarantees the immediate reversal of any links with members of either investigation team. During the Link, one doesn't learn to appreciate humanity or love their peers- rather, Hiroki's Social Link inspires one to hate the human race for its flaws, and wish for its downfall.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.
Age: Twenty
Date of Birth: November 17th, 1990
Gender: Male
Student/Teacher: N/A
Class: N/A
Personality:
You'd hope that everybody has at least some saving grace to cloak the myriad of faults that people all appear to possess. Hiroki... well... we'll see about that. He represents his Arcana well, being branded with the terrifying monster known as Death due to his imminent fate. Putting up a complicated front, Hiroki's rather capable of acting perfectly charming and polite, though this attempt to dissuade suspicions of his inner nature often fails miserably. Rumors can be whispered, after all- the cheerful, lackadaisical man is really the clever one who enjoys casually introducing people to the wonders of being soaked in kerosene.
He honestly finds the act of harassing and torturing to be a wonderful sport, and being goaded on by his classmates in high school only pushed him further. Is he petty? Yes. Is he cruel? Most certainly. And he's proud to admit it to the world if inquired about it. Yet he likes to remain on the positive side of authority, often hiding his true, malevolent intentions until far later. A two-faced devil if there ever was one, but so long as one doesn't prove to be an easily-persuaded pawn, you're unlikely to be singled out as a particular victim.
Death- a violent, drastic change. A sudden influence in life that determines if you follow the path to an eternal paradise, or an eternal hell. Hiroki is the true embodiment of the card, proving to be a horror in other people's lives a good majority of the time if they allow themselves to be led into his circle of 'friends'. Hiroki really can act like quite a sincere, courteous man, with a soft spot for the opposite gender, though while other people can balance out their faults with their strengths and virtues... err... good luck with that, Hiroki!
And, at least... one could consider that he had positive traits to his personality before the events at Tatsumi Port Island two years ago. Warped beyond recognition, Hiroki's personality has degenerated into nothing but psychoses, obsessions and complexes.
Everything is right only if he believes in it. Nothing has value unless he likes it. The world is nothing, doesn't truly exist, and is just there to impede him... or entertain him. A walking psychological nightmare, Hiroki is inflicted with far more problems than one could imagine somebody's psyche could handle... but, then again. He thinks he's a god. Why should he believe he has problems?
+ Positive Characteristics
+Painfully cunning
+An academic genius in many ways
+Articulate
+Capable of easily swaying others over to his side
+Never feels regret or guilt for anything he's done
+'Friendly'... at first.
+ Negative Characteristics
-Extremely lazy when not motivated
-Manipulative
-Nihilistic
-Sadomasochist
-Misogynist
-Psychopath
-Has a huge Messiah complex
-Avid smoker and drinker
-Has no empathy or sympathy for anyone
-Thinks of everyone in the world as a tool or a toy
-Still won't get over his loss in the past
Statistics:
Courage: Heroic
Expression: Persuasive
Knowledge: Sage
Diligence: Callow
Understanding: Basic
Appearance:
Hiroki has a rather usual appearance — standing at 6'5" and built with a moderately muscular frame, he gives off the aura of 'bully' immediately, despite the friendly spark in his verdant eyes, cleverly disguising the impish intentions behind that gaze. He's a bit tan thanks to spending his time outside for a number of years, and his coal black hair is slightly unkempt, kept at a comfortable length slightly below his shoulders. He usually dons a black leather jacket all day, and unbuttons it during hot weather due to his laziness when it comes to laundry. Underneath, there's proof that Hiroki scarcely has any fashion sense — a plain shirt of varying shades is always seen under the distinct biker jacket, ranging from white to pitch black, and his pants are always the same, unadventurous raven shade.
He really doesn't stand out much at all- a pendant dangles loosely from his neck, constructed of small silver chains and a gently-carved piece of jade in the middle, yet other than that, he has virtually no accessories to call his own. In general, rather modest with his attire at all occasions- expect him to wear a boring black tie with a black suit when the occasion calls for it, and for him to adorn a painfully typical pair of shorts and a tank-top when the summer heat rolls by.
Voiced by Junichi Suwabe (Grimmjow) in Japanese, and Steven Blum (Spike) in English.
Clubs: N/A
Weapon(s): A giant three-segmented staff known as Chao's Gun. The weapon is violently covered in twisted spikes and cruel blades, the rusted chains holding the weapon together being the only part lacking them. Apophis is an absolute powerhouse, and focuses on using high-powered physical, dark, fire, electric and almighty spells to quickly wipe out the enemy. It should be noted that Apophis's multi-target physical spell has a very high chance of inflicting status ailments- Virus Wave inflicts poison. Hiroki relies mainly upon Apophis, for he's far too lazy to practice using his real weapon, which is bizarre and hard to handle even with several years of training.
MOVESET: Ragnarok, Maziodyne, Virus Wave, Diarahan, Die for Me!, Primal Force, Black Viper, Heat Riser
Starting Equips:
Weapon: Chao's Gun
Armor: Heavy Jacket
Accessory: Jade Pendant
Persona:
---Name: Apophis - i184.photobucket.com/albums/x239/glennsho/ApophisbyMauricioHerrera.jpg (Apophis Novus - i41.tinypic.com/nve1bn.jpg)
---Arcana: Death
---Repel: Physical, Dark (Physical, Dark, Wind)
---Drain: Fire
---Null: Light
---Resist: Electric, Wind (Electric)
---Weak: None
Summoning Method: Lifts his card up, takes a lighter, and sets it on fire before crushing it with his bare hands.
History:
Gekkoukan High seemed to be plastered with people who could all proclaim themselves to either be orphans, foreigners, or some spoiled, rich person from an established family who thought they were great. Hiroki? Not even close. The average Japanese male who lived in this seaside city his whole life was never exactly amazing- at least, he didn't try to be. He was a smart boy, capable of thinking on his feet and capable of throwing a punch, but he really never did anything to stand out. And he was completely fine living that way, remaining in a household with his mother and father, both being people who were guaranteed a bit of money by being the only ones willing to work ridiculously long hours, and his brother. Eventually, he grew to understand that he really only lived with his sibling, since the occasions in which his parents came home were far and few between.
He grew up having to tutor and train his brother as if it was a job rather than a family commitment, even receiving a weekly check from his parents to pay for food and other items. His whole damned life was a job- and it scarcely changed even when he entered the esteemed campus of Gekkoukan High School.
He had always been calmly passive, rarely encountering conflict because Hiroki never really had time to go out with friends or even communicate with others due to his commitment. He had never complained, really- he was in a house with food and shelter, right? Why should he be pissed? He did his work, he answered questions... all was fine.
And then his upperclassmen decided to push him a bit. Just get him to do a few errands, blackmail him a bit... and oh, how irritated he became. That caged beast at the back of his mind sprang forth and took over, and Hiroki loved the sudden recognition he obtained the minute he started offering free one-way trips into trash cans and monopolizing the first-years below him. He was suddenly a bit popular- not in a good way, but popular nonetheless, right? He kept it up- all was well, all was fine... for him, at least. He was ruining lives and using people's bare backs as steps for his ascent to glory, of course, but, pah! Since when did he ever care?
Then the night came when fate spat in his face, the then-freshly-titled third-year rather groggy from an 'educational' event before when he decided to show the new kids of the school a few fun little things about the town. He lazily got up, walked down the hall... and there was some ugly pile of sludge gurgling at him with its beady red eyes hidden behind a solid facade on what appeared to be its face.
Now, quite frankly, Hiroki ran like hell.
Until he realized that he was on the roof, not on the street. Was his hangover really THAT awful? And then he only cringed as that monstrosity suddenly bubbled through the door to the roof, followed by three identical companions who all appeared giddy to devour his brain. ...Wait. This isn't a cheap zombie movie. Whatever!
One slithered forward at a surprisingly intense and smooth pace for something so amorphous, ready to strike with knife-like digits before it was sent flying into oblivion by the gigantic demon that suddenly stood before him.
"I AM MADA. As you intoxicate the souls of those who you touch, I poison the very ground upon which you walk."
Was that giant flaming monster calling HIM a jerk? Tch... then again, he was surprised that his sudden irritation provoked the creature into setting one of the blobs on fire. Wow. Not bad, huh?
And thus it continued- he never learned of the wonders of Evokers, but he liked the idea of chasing down these little creatures and getting so pissed that some demon popped out of his head.
And then he heard of some new kid from Paris- some diplomat's kid... and Hiroki had to admit that inner human nature plowed down his normal personality and demanded that he go hunt her down and claim her as his own. Hence, the athlete who became one of the swim team's best was suddenly in... art club. Oh, god.
Little did the fellow members know that, unlike them, Hiroki refused to dabble in paints and oils. He would much rather devise painful pranks, or, more importantly, start up a little 'group'. He had no idea what that thing that came out of his head was- some ass in a beanie snapped at him that it was a Persona and he needed to shut up about it, but when he figured out that a fellow classmate could use one as well... he had a little plan.
He was going to gather up a few pawns... and he was going to figure out just what it was that made the school turn into an abomination of nature at night. And he was going to have the only group to find out... after all. He had figured out the existence of two sources of competition, though he had yet to completely distinguish them- yet Hiroki's ego calmly dictated that he should stomp down anybody who wanted to climb that tower before him.
He proved to be a painful thorn in the sides of both SEES and this apparent group of vagabonds called Strega, irritated at the ideologies of both. Hiroki assembled a small team of three- though each member complimented each other extremely well, leading him to interrupt fights with large Shadows with ease.
However... one of those days, the blue-haired youth that led them finally became irritated, placing the Intoxicator into the abyss by crushing the Persona with crippling ice- a weakness. Hiroki had come so far. He'd come so far in killing all of them...!
He wanted a world to exist- but only if it had the Dark Hour in it. He loved the fact that he was special and had this power- it made him feel like a god. Something more than a god, even... for he denied even the fates for obtaining this ability to go into a time beyond the reasoning of any normal human.
He would kill SEES for trying to stop the Dark Hour. And he would kill Strega for trying to end the world. They'd all die, damnit...! He'd kill them all! He'd break their necks and slam their skulls in, damnit! DAMNIT!
"Your heart is pathetically empty, child. I know that in those icy depths there rests no beat. Succumb to the madness and anger you have created. Listen to me, and I will give you power. I will give you all that you desire, Hiroki Miyamora... a world where you are god. A world where you shall destroy and crush everything before you. And these little children can do nothing to stop you."
And so, Apophis was born, the Devourer of Ra exploding from the ashes of the Intoxicator. Forever, he would nip at their heels, trying his best to drag the squad down... and yet, that January 31st, he failed. The almighty Nyx was destroyed. Her Dark Hour was gone, and with it, her Shadows.
Hiroki went mad. Whatever thin membrane was holding together his rationality snapped, the man calmly wading into an abyss of insanity and death as he hopped a train to a small town called Inaba.
How long he lurked there, listening only to the hissing voice in his head. Apophis would keep him company. Apophis would tell him what to do if he needed advice... and eventually, Hiroki decided with a crooked grin, he would rule over Apophis instead. He would rule. He would kill. He would prove that he could outlast some fucking snake in his head anyday.
Lodging in a comfortably large apartment in Inaba, Hiroki found himself spending his days reading the newspaper and watching TV, slowly losing his motivation and drive to kill those who stopped the Dark Hour, and instead simply becoming disgusted with humanity all together.
Yet his boredom was cured the minute he realized people on the television were dying. Mayumi Yamano had showed up so many times on that television the day before she was found hanging from a telephone pole...
There was no coincidence.
Soon after, a girl who had stumbled upon Mayumi Yamano's corpse, Saki Konishi, was heavily broadcasted and speculated upon. She was found dead.
There was no coincidence.
And yet, as Hiroki calmly used his intelligence to easily realize what people would apparently appear on television and die next... he realized something. This Midnight Channel was also forecasting death... and yet, nobody was dying.
This was unacceptable. His source of entertainment was slowly dying away. If whoever decided to kill those that appeared on the television wanted to quit... it was unacceptable. People paraded around every news station as heroes and martyrs sickened him. They didn't deserve to 'disappear' and come back...
Slamming his fist angrily at his television, he watched it fall in... and he only grinned.
He was going to kill them if they showed up on the TV. He was going to kill all of them.
SOCIAL LINK: Hiroki can be gained as a social link for Death only if one has not talked to Hisano by 6/20. So much as initiating the link with Hiroki instantly guarantees the immediate reversal of any links with members of either investigation team. During the Link, one doesn't learn to appreciate humanity or love their peers- rather, Hiroki's Social Link inspires one to hate the human race for its flaws, and wish for its downfall.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.