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CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Canon Character and Series: Naoto Fuyumine of DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
In-Game Name: Naoto Fuyumine
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Position & Ship: Seaman (the 4423)
Appearance:
Naoto is a relatively average, slender woman with a height of around 5'7. Her outfit is simple, a cobalt, buttoned leather long-sleeved jacket, a skirt with black leggings kept up by a small black belt and a pair of gray leather gloves. Her face is clean with inquisitive amethyst eyes and shoulder-length purple-gray hair. Her skin is relatively smooth, battle-scarred at some points but not where the general eye can see. There is an X-shaped scar on the center of her chest, two long diagonals cut into her flesh signifying the death of her childhood. She wears a black bag over her shoulder to carry her sword, and walks in quick strides, her knee-length boots clicking across the pavement. Her limbs are always in constant movement, along with the perpetual sashay of her navy blue scarf.
Personality:
As a child, Naoto was a curious girl, with bright eyes and a mind buzzing with creativity. Ever since she witnessed the brutal murder of her parents in their modest apartment complex at the tender age of 12, Naoto has never been the same. She is by nature a kind person, but rigid with her goals and desires. She holds nothing too close to her heart save the buzzing want for revenge, her eyes set in catching those of the killer who ruined not only her family but the ever-after of her would-be life.
She is a woman of no-nonsense, and prefers that matters go straight to business. After the passing of her parents and 3 years of wandering from orphanage to orphanage (no one ever wanted her for too long, her eyes are too soulless, there's something abnormal about those eyes), her resolve for revenge and her needless desire to leave and run away grew by the tenfold, multiplying itself at an alarming rate. The feeling stayed with her, through every day and every night she spent in dirty alleyways and abandoned warehouses.
Naoto is skilled with the art of sword fighting, taught by a nameless man who picked her from the street and raised her to be who she needed to be, a stronger, more powerful woman. She is stern most of the time but has a bit of a soft spot for children. They remind her of what her own past was like before the passing of her parents, and she feels a need to protect them. Other than that, Naoto doesn't associate herself very often with other people unless the need arises, whether it be in the form of information seeking or for simple essentials like food, shelter, and clothing.
Abilities/Weapons:
Swordsmanship (not of any specific style) / a black katana.
Naoto is an emotionally strong person, but her physical appearance often leads people to underestimate her. She is quick in battle, since her body was built for agility and speed, and she uses both to her advantage. She is skilled with her sword, but little else. Her mentor did not teach her other sorts of martial arts, so she doesn't know much about physical defense save the essentials of it. Her clothes allow her to hide two daggers at the side of her thighs along with a small knife tucked in her back belt.
Weaknesses:
The cross shaped scar at the center of Naoto's chest is a weakness she cannot afford to show. She has it covered almost always, and from time to time the flesh wound stings and burns as a painful reminder for her revenge. Other than that, she doesn't have any other physical deformities or physical weaknesses, her body hides small battle scars and bruises as do most fighters but nothing special.
In terms of emotions, Naoto is often reserved and prefers to take a backseat in any conversation. The only exception to the case is when she is interacting with younger children, orphans especially, because she feels a connection with them and a responsibility to somehow take care of them. She will never forgive the slaughter of her parents, and more than anything she will do whatever she can to prevent others from befalling the same loss.
History:
As a child growing up in Bydan of Vohemar with two ship-building parents, Naoto was always a hardworking, diligent girl. Her days were fleeting, helping her parents out at the workshop and fitting in what little education she could with her home-schooling tutor next door. Even as a child, Naoto had few friends due to the little amount of free time she had and the general disorder of her everyday life.
Three weeks after her twelfth birthday as she and her parents were locking up the shop on a busy evening, a strange woman came up their driveway and slaughtered her parents. The fight was brief, her father was slow and there was no resistance as the sword plunged in his chest. To this day on occasion, Naoto wakes up to the screams her mother left her as her last and most important childhood memory. When she gained consciousness, she found herself in a large warehouse in Antrim, the ghost town of the Badlands, wrapped in bandages and a dull aching pain in her chest that would throb for the rest of her life. The woman left her the kiss of death, planted right below her collarbone stretching to the tips of her shoulder to below her breasts.
Her savior was a middle-aged man, his hair gray in the dusty sunlight and his monotonous clothing tattered and weathered with age. He taught her how to protect herself, how to handle a sword, and how to live in an independent manner, which was now the only way she could.
But she hated him.
She could not remember the face of the woman who killed her parents and she could no longer remember what life was like without the bitter taste of dust on her lips and she had no one to blame but him, the tall stranger who never left her his name or anything but the scraps of food he found in the god-forsaken ruins of the town. It was not until she found him dead and slumped over one day, his figure leaning against a concrete wall sprinkled with cracks that she realized how much she had to thank him for.
The only thing he left her was his black katana. It sparkled under the relentless sun and she left Antrim that day, the sword in hand and the burden of revenge resting heavily upon her thin shoulders. She was 19 when she crossed the Badlands and walked into the outskirts of Trewe, and she was 19 when she began her search for the woman who tore her life apart.
Two years in passing, and still she finds only whispers and traces of who could only be her target but never a definite answer. The closest hint she has is the black sword she wields, and Naoto was quick to notice the muttering and gossiping that went on behind her back about the origin of her sword as she made her way through the undergrounds of cities.
She discovered the 4423 on one of her explorations through the cities of Vohemar, and was immediately captivated by its beauty. Combined with the knowledge that the ship would provide her access to many different lands that'd take much longer to brave on foot, Naoto felt compelled to join the crew. She would stop at nothing to find her killer, and this was only a step on the pavement for her.