Post by luca on Jun 4, 2017 7:56:21 GMT
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JUN KUROSU
SEVENTEEN MALE HE/HIM HOMOSEXUAL HUMAN HARBINGERS |  |
HISTORY MAJOR SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 2: INNOCENT SIN [cw: abuse/neglect mention, arson (fire)] Once upon a time, there lived a little prince. He had no siblings, but he was not lonely, for he had his parents, the king and the queen. From the king, the prince learned how to read the stars. From the queen, the prince learned how to play the piano. The king and queen loved their son, and he loved them back, and the three lived happily ever after. Haha. But that’s not true at all, is it? That would’ve been too convenient for someone like you. The truth is, there is much more to the story of the little prince. The king and queen were loved by many - each with their own disciples and followings. The king was a man of history, admired but always searching for something more; the queen had a face beloved by the masses, never tiring of being adored. Though both proved to be greatly sought-after individuals, they found themselves seeking each other--and so, they were wed, bringing to the world a beautiful baby boy. For many years, this kind of life was satisfactory for them. But like all disasters they come gradually... then suddenly. The king had grown more and more enraptured with his work, and the queen began to crave the attention she had received so easily before. Before long, the king was obsessed with finding the answers to his questions. He had lost sight of his domain. There was no castle, no country. Not even a court. Only a ragged high school teacher with bloodshot eyes, frayed sensibilities, and the tattered semblance of a family. The queen was the same. Her longing to be fawned over corrupted her inner beauty. The angel who had raised you grew horns and snarled at the sight of you. Her delicate hands that once cupped your cheek and stroked your hair--they now bore talons, and you were the fresh meat for the picking. Her beautiful tiara was nowhere to be found, and all that remained was the has-been actress who had been chosen for the role. Her “king” was despicable, a fool for choosing another woman instead. And you, the prince, were her deadweight. You, the “prince,” were nothing but a pauper, but that should’ve been clear from the beginning. - Your name is Jun Kashihara, and you are too young to know your home is broken, but you see the other kids being picked up by their parents and wonder if they are hiding their wounds, too. When summer comes, your mother sends you away and tells you not to come back when it’s still daylight. You know without her having to tell you. You also know that when you do return, she’ll already be long gone down the bottle... But that doesn’t matter. Because you’re going to the shrine! The shrine: the blessed, beautiful Alaya Shrine. Not that you’re a devout child of seven coming to pray every day. You do, however, come to play. You’ve made some friends here. You all met by chance wearing the masks of your respective favorite characters from the popular TV show, Phoenix Ranger Featherman R. The friends your age were Red Hawk, Yellow Owl, and Pink Argus. You were Black Condor. The final member to join, Blue Swan, was older than you all, and became everyone else’s big sister. Yes, everyone else’s. Not yours... The last time he came to pick you up, you shook your head no. That very day you had brought your small telescope to the shrine to show everyone, when some other kids you didn’t know began to talk about you--more specifically, your father. All you remember is the phrase deadbeat dad chanted in singsong, and the bloody nose Red Hawk--Tatsuya--managed to give one of them. And since then, when he comes for you at the shrine, you’ve taken to running. You slip behind big Maya’s dress, clutching onto the skirt and shaking your head furiously. The words won’t come out, so you’ve resorted to tears. Bitten lips, trembling limbs. Jun, your mother’s waiting at home. Home? Home? Home? Home? Where that woman is? Suddenly, you speak. More accurately, you screech. “Big Maya’s my mama now!” Certainly you didn’t have to say it. It’s likely he already knew. His outstretched hand crumpled, falling to his side, and his gaze withered in conflict with the smile he tried to hold together. Much like the smiles she was so fond of faking. He already knew what you had left unsaid: And you’re not my papa, either. - Fire. Smoke. Screaming. That lovely voice that soothed you to sun-soaked naps. That tender tone that gave you hope for a real family. The gentle words that promised she’d see you all again someday-- (Don’t look so sad! Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean we’ll never-- What are you doing? Inside the shrine...? Okay, joke’s over. Let me out. Why does it smell like something’s burning...?) You don’t recognize them anymore. Is she dying? Is she scared? Pink Argus and Yellow Owl--Lisa and Eikichi--ran away crying when they saw the flames. Only Tatsuya tried to open the doors again, and now you don’t know what’s become of him. And you can only stand there, shaking, praying to the vanished god that the screams will stop. You are the one at blame. Those idiots started it, but what did you do? Nothing. You stood there. You’re standing there. And now you’re the one that killed her. The guilt takes the form of gravity and you hit the cobblestone, vision going black. Your name is Jun Kashihara and you have been robbed of a home and a mother, yet again. - Your name is Jun Kurosu, and you attend Kasugayama High. It’s notorious as a school for delinquents, but when people look at you, your pedigree, and your smile, they’re all at a loss for how you got there. Your deadbeat dad was a teacher of World History at Seven Sisters High, the district prep school. You should’ve gone there yourself, but he went and got himself killed in the clocktower gears. How or why is irrelevant to you. You stopped caring about him long ago. At least, that’s what the public thinks. How easily they listened to the lies! Seeking thrill at the edge, the sheep; rumors and tall tales, their shepherd! Little do they know your father is very well alive. He has his reasons for faking his death; his grand agenda requires otherworldly freedom, and you are to help in his scheme. You, his only son, have been chosen to assist. He relies on you, depends on you, needs you, and together your shared dream will come true. Cheating death has only made him all the more powerful a man, and he shares this power with you and only you. Your wretch of a mother is none the wiser. And it is because of this power that you are here, in the school for delinquents. With this power, you are no longer afraid. Back at your previous school, a few boors called out to you, all smirks and foul breath, like they were even deserving of your time. They cackled at your pretty face, your coy looks, your girlish figure; heckled at your slender fingers, long eyelashes, the flower in your breast pocket. They did not catch the darkness in your eyes, or the false mirth on your lips. There was hardly time to. You left them bloodied and broken, within an inch of their lives; you were left unscathed, not a scuff or scar in sight. All thanks to the power your father gave you. They provoked you. They deserved it. You are a student of Kasugayama High. - On your left wrist, there is a watch: a watch that does not tell time. It has been stopped for years, and it proves no functional use. You have grown much since it was first given to you, and it no longer hangs on you like a bangle; your wrist fills the circumference, proving you’ve become the adult it was intended for. It serves as a reminder of the crimes committed, of the revenge you seek, and of the shadow you once had. Now, it is only a matter of time before you meet again. And from there, they will pay. From there, he will pay. Your youth will never return, but you have what they do not: memory. You will shatter their blissful ignorance, force them to see the wretched truth of their sins, and then... Then... You might finally stand equal to him. - Your father has entrusted you with a very important task. You are to rebuild this filthy world. Of course, such a daunting challenge cannot be overcome alone; he lends you his power, as he always has... Truly, the ideal father for as long as you remember. You finally flee the house that had never been a home, ready to set his plan into motion. You cast away your name, your school, your mother... All but your father and your thirst for revenge. You are Joker. I couldn’t ask for a better son. |
Social
Since his mother was a famous actress, Jun mimics her talents of deception. From her, he learned how to use his beauty to his advantage; though he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s skilled in charming (seducing) a target for his own purposes, as well as playing coy or weak to earn the upper hand through means of pity. Essentially, he knows how to put on a good show.
He’s also intelligent and a quick thinker, able to find a way out of tight situations.
In negotiation, he’s known to employ these tactics:
Combative
Jun’s inherent Persona abilities were awakened briefly in response to the traumatic event at Alaya Shrine, but then shut away in his unconscious for self-protection.
He currently wields the artificial persona “Joker,” whose skills consist of:
When in possession of the crystal skull, Joker has the ability to rob others of their hopes, dreams, and aspirations, collecting what is called Ideal Energy; the person whose desires were stolen then becomes an empty husk of who they once were, still able to move and speak, but with little motivation to continue living. In this realm, however, no such crystal skull can be found.
When he is not in a position to summon his persona, Jun’s weapon of choice is flowers--fortified to act the same as throwing knives.
Since his mother was a famous actress, Jun mimics her talents of deception. From her, he learned how to use his beauty to his advantage; though he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s skilled in charming (seducing) a target for his own purposes, as well as playing coy or weak to earn the upper hand through means of pity. Essentially, he knows how to put on a good show.
He’s also intelligent and a quick thinker, able to find a way out of tight situations.
In negotiation, he’s known to employ these tactics:
- Fawn On: Jun stutters, acting helpless for the pity of onlookers.
- Tell Horoscope: Jun tells the target their horoscope through western Zodiac signs.
- Discuss Dreams: Jun discusses his dreams.
- Say it with Flowers: Jun attempts to charm the target with an appropriate flower.
Combative
Jun’s inherent Persona abilities were awakened briefly in response to the traumatic event at Alaya Shrine, but then shut away in his unconscious for self-protection.
He currently wields the artificial persona “Joker,” whose skills consist of:
- High Pressure: Deal medium Almighty damage to all enemies.
- Unseasonable Bloom: Deal medium Wind + Mind damage to all enemies. May Confuse.
- Abortive Slash: Deal medium Ranged damage to all enemies. May Confuse.
- Floral Profusion: Deal medium Almighty damage to all enemies. May inflict Illusion.
- Faerie Wind: Deal medium Wind + Mind damage to one enemy.
When in possession of the crystal skull, Joker has the ability to rob others of their hopes, dreams, and aspirations, collecting what is called Ideal Energy; the person whose desires were stolen then becomes an empty husk of who they once were, still able to move and speak, but with little motivation to continue living. In this realm, however, no such crystal skull can be found.
When he is not in a position to summon his persona, Jun’s weapon of choice is flowers--fortified to act the same as throwing knives.
PERSONALITY Jun is a young man whose heart has been blackened by the whims of adults around him. At the innermost part of him, he only wishes for happiness; he is warm with those he cares for, and sympathetic for the weak. His love of nature shows his gentle side, and his curiosity is unending. He’s clever, innovative, and idealistic-- But that is all locked away, now. After his father’s death, he became increasingly dour, even more so as his mother found a much younger man to make her lover. His smiles disappeared, and he seemed to grow thorns. No one could touch him. His original love for humanity mutated into distaste, and with feelings of uselessness, he drowned in the depths of unchanging fate... Until the return of his father. With the appearance of his father’s phantom, Jun’s discontent has given way to aggression. He’s even colder than before, with little qualms for killing. The world is doomed, and he is the Exalted One, its harbinger; if he can just appease his father, he will have proved his usefulness. He believes it will bring him happiness. And yet, deep down, he knows the truth: No one will save him now. |
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