OOC; Application [SHIRATEKKA]
P L A Y E R
Name: Freya
Journal: stimulant
Characters Played: N/A
C H A R A C T E R
Name: Mitsuru Kirijo
Fandom: Persona 3:FES
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Background: http://megamitensei.wikia.com/wiki/Mitsuru_Kirijo
Canon Point: November 4th, 2009
Personality: Upon first glance, Mitsuru comes off as a put-together woman. She stands tall with good posture and walks with confidence that does not seem grand nor out of place. She has an aura of sophisication that may be due to her high class upbringing, but also something that just seems to come natural to her as well. Her expectations of herself and of others are high, but she is not without understanding. Though, it can be difficult for her to really see where others are coming from, she does make an effort to try. But there are some moral standards that she holds high no matter what and will not back down when those are challenged.
That is not to say that everything is fine china with her, however. As accustomed as she is to the high life, Mitsuru does feel confined by it at the same time. She is not one to flaunt her money, but instead feels it as something natural. Her clothing is all expensive and chosen by the family stylist--even her dorm room was designed by someone else. There is a sense of disconnect with self-expression, which she tries to make up with by "rebelling" through her motorcycle. Popular culture and fast food are things that interest her, but at the same time, she is too afraid to delve into the strange world on her own. Despite her charming way of speaking, it is very easy for her to feel like a fish out of water.
It is difficult to fluster Mitsuru, but not impossible. She can hold her composure well and often stands as an example of maturity towards her peers. But as mention before, she is a tad socially awkward in certain situations. She has a tendency to over-analyze the simplest things just because she is not familiar with them. (Ramen, for example, she could go on forever). She feels inferior to the girls around her, like Yukari, who seem to come by all this so naturally, but she is willing to learn. She dresses conservatively, and prefers such, but occasionally shows interest in being more adventurous.
With Mitsuru, duties come first. She has a knack for leadership and tends to take that position even when the official title is given to someone else. A good listener, though she tends to keep her personal problems to herself. They can eat away at her for months or even years, but Mitsuru sees it as her own battle and a burden she must carry on her own. Despite her insecurities, she is still able to move forward and do what she believes is necessary for the survival of her friends, her company, and herself.
Strengths: Determined and resourceful, Mitsuru is a natural leader and can keep a cool head even in the toughest situations. A talented fencer, she is also familiar with many types of single-handed swords and is in relatively good shape. She is a good strategist and cares for her friends and allies, and is someone that others can look up to. Normally she is skilled in ice and status-based magic, though they will be unusable in Shiratekka.
Weaknesses: She is partly her own worst enemy. Because she likes to keep things to herself, guilt can ride on her forever if she lets it. Sometimes she makes choices that seem advantageous for others, but subsequently puts herself in a bad situation. Though she is generally confident, Mitsuru is very aware of her (or her family's) short-comings and tends to beat herself up over them. In addition, because she has spent her life cared for so completely, acquiring basic needs in a grimy situation will be very difficult to adjust to. That "fish out of water", thing? More like a fish stuck in the Sahara.
Mark: On her chest. (Where no one will ever see it).
Items: Her cellphone, her school uniform (which comes with a red sash/bow)
Talisman: Small piece of amber.
S A M P L E
First Person Sample: [ The following is written carefully in practiced hand, that looks just a little too nice to be natural. ]
I write this with some reservation, yet given the circumstances, it seems that I have few options. It feels a fantastical idea that there may be someone else seeing the same paper. Even if that is a farce, I can at least document these happenings. Though I suppose I should be used to such things by now.
[ The strike is inked out heavily with a thick, black line. Some words may still be somewhat visible beneath it. ]
If "S.E.E.S." sounds familiar, please respond.
Third Person Sample: It had been a long, long night. Insomnia would be an understatement, but Mitsuru had found it impossible to fall asleep. The same harsh reality kept playing over and over in her head, haunting even as she tried to distract herself with study, with anything. And yet, somehow she found peace, for that was the only thing that could explain how she was having such a strange dream.
It was November, but no snow had fallen. Then, why was it that suddenly she was surrounded by it? Ah, yes, the dream. A strange one it was, too. It was as if she could actually feel the chill of the winter cutting through her skin and right into her bones. Ice was her element, but this coldness did not feel familiar at all. Water melted on her exposed knee as Mitsuru brought herself from a daze, pushing her torso up and off the ground. Her blouse, skirt, and hair were coated with a light sheen of fresh snow fall.
...How long have I been here?
Her eyes focused to the distance over a light hill. Was that a roof she could see? She straightened her posture just as something moved in her peripheral. On instinct, her hand fell to her hip where the white leather of her holster sat. But lacquered nails hit air; there was no evoker. A soft breeze seemed to blow through her in perfect time with the realization that she was alone and unarmed. And still with no explanation as to why.
There was that movement again. Her eyes flashed to the side where, sitting with an innocent expression, was a fox that matched the snow. Its dark stare watched her intently; she mimicked its expression. They were at a standstill for a long moment as neither moved. After some time, as the bitter cold began to caused the blood to rush from her finger tips and nose, Mitsuru gingerly pulled her legs towards her body in motion to stand. At this, the fox stood as well, waving not one, but two tails in some sort of excited anticipation.
...Two tails?
This was the work of legend, or fairy tale. Fine brows furrowed slightly as she paused, but the fox only waited.
"What do you want?" It felt such a silly question, but she could have sworn the animal tilted its head at her. "...I'm sorry. Now look at me, I'm talking to animals."
One cue, the fox yipped and turned in a circle. Mitsuru was poised on her knees as she stopped yet again.
Did it-- No, of course it could not.
She stood at her full height, dusting the powder-like snow from her hair and clothing. As calm as she appeared right then, her heart was racing. She needed to pinch herself, something to jar her and wake her from this increasingly lifelike dream she was having. Waking up to a world bathed in an eerie green light, that was what she was used to. That she could handle.
How would she be able to explain waking up in an empty snowy field?
But the field was not empty. With her standing, the fox made a motion towards the hill, then paused and looked back at her.
"...You want me to follow you?" She had spent enough time with Koromaru to understand that bit of body language, but she, again, felt silly for asking. Yet in responses she got a yip and another hop towards the hill before another playful glance.
This...
Looking behind her, all Mitsuru saw was a thick, dark forest lightly topped with snow. No, nothing looked familiar. Perhaps this was all some sort of sign, something to be interpreted when she woke up. For the time being, then, it would be best to simply go through the motions. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she followed the fox through the deepening snow.
The small hill crested over and she was given full view of the building she had spotted earlier; a house, and a large one, at that. Even from a distance she could tell it was old, but regal. Someone of great importance must live there. A sense of relief washed through her and, for a moment, Mitsuru realized just how silly that was.
It is only a dream, after all.
The fox trotted up towards the main entrance, but stopped halfway and waited patiently. Mitsuru followed the path it left behind, taking each step with the reassuring thought that she would discover whatever hidden meaning this had for her and move on. Two steps past the fox and she paused, rubbing her arms lightly as she looked up at the large gate.
"This is...--"
But upon turning around, the fox had disappeared. All that was left were small foot prints in the snow, yet none appeared to be leaving...
"Welcome."
Her head snapped around at the voice. In the doorway stood, from what she could tell, a man wrapped in warm clothing, fitting the climate. Oh, good. This would be over soon.
Name: Freya
Journal: stimulant
Characters Played: N/A
C H A R A C T E R
Name: Mitsuru Kirijo
Fandom: Persona 3:FES
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Background: http://megamitensei.wikia.com/wiki/Mitsuru_Kirijo
Canon Point: November 4th, 2009
Personality: Upon first glance, Mitsuru comes off as a put-together woman. She stands tall with good posture and walks with confidence that does not seem grand nor out of place. She has an aura of sophisication that may be due to her high class upbringing, but also something that just seems to come natural to her as well. Her expectations of herself and of others are high, but she is not without understanding. Though, it can be difficult for her to really see where others are coming from, she does make an effort to try. But there are some moral standards that she holds high no matter what and will not back down when those are challenged.
That is not to say that everything is fine china with her, however. As accustomed as she is to the high life, Mitsuru does feel confined by it at the same time. She is not one to flaunt her money, but instead feels it as something natural. Her clothing is all expensive and chosen by the family stylist--even her dorm room was designed by someone else. There is a sense of disconnect with self-expression, which she tries to make up with by "rebelling" through her motorcycle. Popular culture and fast food are things that interest her, but at the same time, she is too afraid to delve into the strange world on her own. Despite her charming way of speaking, it is very easy for her to feel like a fish out of water.
It is difficult to fluster Mitsuru, but not impossible. She can hold her composure well and often stands as an example of maturity towards her peers. But as mention before, she is a tad socially awkward in certain situations. She has a tendency to over-analyze the simplest things just because she is not familiar with them. (Ramen, for example, she could go on forever). She feels inferior to the girls around her, like Yukari, who seem to come by all this so naturally, but she is willing to learn. She dresses conservatively, and prefers such, but occasionally shows interest in being more adventurous.
With Mitsuru, duties come first. She has a knack for leadership and tends to take that position even when the official title is given to someone else. A good listener, though she tends to keep her personal problems to herself. They can eat away at her for months or even years, but Mitsuru sees it as her own battle and a burden she must carry on her own. Despite her insecurities, she is still able to move forward and do what she believes is necessary for the survival of her friends, her company, and herself.
Strengths: Determined and resourceful, Mitsuru is a natural leader and can keep a cool head even in the toughest situations. A talented fencer, she is also familiar with many types of single-handed swords and is in relatively good shape. She is a good strategist and cares for her friends and allies, and is someone that others can look up to. Normally she is skilled in ice and status-based magic, though they will be unusable in Shiratekka.
Weaknesses: She is partly her own worst enemy. Because she likes to keep things to herself, guilt can ride on her forever if she lets it. Sometimes she makes choices that seem advantageous for others, but subsequently puts herself in a bad situation. Though she is generally confident, Mitsuru is very aware of her (or her family's) short-comings and tends to beat herself up over them. In addition, because she has spent her life cared for so completely, acquiring basic needs in a grimy situation will be very difficult to adjust to. That "fish out of water", thing? More like a fish stuck in the Sahara.
Mark: On her chest. (Where no one will ever see it).
Items: Her cellphone, her school uniform (which comes with a red sash/bow)
Talisman: Small piece of amber.
S A M P L E
First Person Sample: [ The following is written carefully in practiced hand, that looks just a little too nice to be natural. ]
I write this with some reservation, yet given the circumstances, it seems that I have few options. It feels a fantastical idea that there may be someone else seeing the same paper. Even if that is a farce, I can at least document these happenings. Though I suppose I should be used to such things by now.
[ The strike is inked out heavily with a thick, black line. Some words may still be somewhat visible beneath it. ]
If "S.E.E.S." sounds familiar, please respond.
Third Person Sample: It had been a long, long night. Insomnia would be an understatement, but Mitsuru had found it impossible to fall asleep. The same harsh reality kept playing over and over in her head, haunting even as she tried to distract herself with study, with anything. And yet, somehow she found peace, for that was the only thing that could explain how she was having such a strange dream.
It was November, but no snow had fallen. Then, why was it that suddenly she was surrounded by it? Ah, yes, the dream. A strange one it was, too. It was as if she could actually feel the chill of the winter cutting through her skin and right into her bones. Ice was her element, but this coldness did not feel familiar at all. Water melted on her exposed knee as Mitsuru brought herself from a daze, pushing her torso up and off the ground. Her blouse, skirt, and hair were coated with a light sheen of fresh snow fall.
...How long have I been here?
Her eyes focused to the distance over a light hill. Was that a roof she could see? She straightened her posture just as something moved in her peripheral. On instinct, her hand fell to her hip where the white leather of her holster sat. But lacquered nails hit air; there was no evoker. A soft breeze seemed to blow through her in perfect time with the realization that she was alone and unarmed. And still with no explanation as to why.
There was that movement again. Her eyes flashed to the side where, sitting with an innocent expression, was a fox that matched the snow. Its dark stare watched her intently; she mimicked its expression. They were at a standstill for a long moment as neither moved. After some time, as the bitter cold began to caused the blood to rush from her finger tips and nose, Mitsuru gingerly pulled her legs towards her body in motion to stand. At this, the fox stood as well, waving not one, but two tails in some sort of excited anticipation.
...Two tails?
This was the work of legend, or fairy tale. Fine brows furrowed slightly as she paused, but the fox only waited.
"What do you want?" It felt such a silly question, but she could have sworn the animal tilted its head at her. "...I'm sorry. Now look at me, I'm talking to animals."
One cue, the fox yipped and turned in a circle. Mitsuru was poised on her knees as she stopped yet again.
Did it-- No, of course it could not.
She stood at her full height, dusting the powder-like snow from her hair and clothing. As calm as she appeared right then, her heart was racing. She needed to pinch herself, something to jar her and wake her from this increasingly lifelike dream she was having. Waking up to a world bathed in an eerie green light, that was what she was used to. That she could handle.
How would she be able to explain waking up in an empty snowy field?
But the field was not empty. With her standing, the fox made a motion towards the hill, then paused and looked back at her.
"...You want me to follow you?" She had spent enough time with Koromaru to understand that bit of body language, but she, again, felt silly for asking. Yet in responses she got a yip and another hop towards the hill before another playful glance.
This...
Looking behind her, all Mitsuru saw was a thick, dark forest lightly topped with snow. No, nothing looked familiar. Perhaps this was all some sort of sign, something to be interpreted when she woke up. For the time being, then, it would be best to simply go through the motions. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she followed the fox through the deepening snow.
The small hill crested over and she was given full view of the building she had spotted earlier; a house, and a large one, at that. Even from a distance she could tell it was old, but regal. Someone of great importance must live there. A sense of relief washed through her and, for a moment, Mitsuru realized just how silly that was.
It is only a dream, after all.
The fox trotted up towards the main entrance, but stopped halfway and waited patiently. Mitsuru followed the path it left behind, taking each step with the reassuring thought that she would discover whatever hidden meaning this had for her and move on. Two steps past the fox and she paused, rubbing her arms lightly as she looked up at the large gate.
"This is...--"
But upon turning around, the fox had disappeared. All that was left were small foot prints in the snow, yet none appeared to be leaving...
"Welcome."
Her head snapped around at the voice. In the doorway stood, from what she could tell, a man wrapped in warm clothing, fitting the climate. Oh, good. This would be over soon.