| Status
|
| Full Name |
Mariko Ohmukai
|
| Arcana |
XV - The Devil (REVERSE)
|
| Nature |
Persona-User
|
| Gender |
Female
|
| Date of Birth |
December 27, 1992
|
| Age |
18
|
| Faction |
Kagutsuchi
|
| Occupation |
Mysterious
|
| Persona |
The Marquis de Sade
|
| Weapon |
Butterfly Knife
|
| Eyes |
Brown
|
| Hair |
Black (dyed Auburn)
|
| Height |
5'2"
|
| Actress |
who cares
|
| Social Stats
|
- Expression: 3 - Persuasive
- Knowledge: 2 - Informed
- Courage: 5 - Heroic(?)
- Understanding: 1 - Basic
- Diligence: 1 - Callow
|
| Equipment
|
- Weapon: Butterfly Knife
- Body: Extremely Short Skirts
- Feet: Extremely Tall Heels
- Accessory: Grotesquely Expensive Handbag
|
| Trivia
|
- Grandfather made a decent penny in denims. Father owned factories that provide Japanese denim to designer jeans labels.
- Dropped out of Sevens after the first year.
- Lived in Inaba for a while; worked at Junes.
- Apparently supported by various middle-aged, well-tattooed patrons.
- Polyglot: fluent in English, Italian, Spanish, and French; conversational in Greek, standard Chinese, and Portuguese, for whatever reason.
- Hobbies include dancing and gambling.
- Other hobbies include dangerous drugs.
|
| Profile And Skills
|
|
Mariko Ohmukai hails from an upper middle class family in Sumaru who made sure that she wanted for nothing. She threw all of that back in their faces, as she far preferred heroin. Not even out of her teens, Mariko works in the grey market between 'hostess' and 'gun moll,' and her involvement at the periphery of Yamaguchi-gumi affairs has put her in contact with various Persona wielders in recent months. Most of them underestimate Mariko, writing her off as a junkie or a whore. Few of them suspect her for what she really is: cunning and chillingly amoral.
|
| History
|
|
Shit happened. Then she killed her parents.
|
| Personality
|
|
She gazes also.
|
| Persona and Resonance
|
|
And yet death exists only in our imagination
only we humans represent it to ourselves
Nature doesn't know of it
Every death even the cruelest death
is drowned in the total indifference of Nature
Only we humans confer some kind of meaning on our lives
Nature herself would watch unmoved
if we destroyed the entire human race
I hate Nature
I want to overcome her
I want to vanquish her
Mariko's resonance, in most ways, is comparable to two people's sweat mixing, although not necessarily in the way that you're imagining.
|
|
