"Well, officer - ... I'd say we're doing no wrong here. No, really."
Personality: Friendly, flaky and quietly genial – Hatsu had always found it easy to make friends. Genuinely caring and willing to give the shirt from his back to a friend if asked, Hatsu loves his closer friends to bits. Though he is friendly – caring, almost maternal, one could say – once Hatsu is worked into a good rage, he has no issues ripping a new asshole verbally or physically into a person when riled up. Underneath the seemingly unfazed exterior, Hatsu has a horrible tendency to become emotionally dependent on the people close to him. Once he becomes emotionally attached to a person, Hatsu would do anything for them - regardless of what is asked. It translates over as a kind of submissiveness, given that Hatsu can become so desperate as to keep the person happy as to stop voicing out his opinions and become obedient to their whims. Needless to say, it has been a trait that others have exploited. The great escape has toughened up him up somewhat, doing away with some of his dependency. After all, he has no-one to lean on and someone to take care of now.
Weapon of Choice: A baseball bat.
Persona Name: Makoto.
Persona Abilities: A gigantic bull-creature with a demonic, almost human grin – the presence of Makoto is announced by the bouts of dizziness, nausea and hallucinations it brings. The multicoloured, psychedelic ooze that drips from the bull’s body warps reality, just a little bit – objects might bend out of proportion, colours might twist, the laws of physics might alter. Still, while Makoto may possess high strength when it chooses to make its body solid – its speed is quite, quite lacking.
Ooze Shot: In which Makoto fires off the compressed ooze at high velocities in cannon balls at people.
Bubble World: In which Makoto creates a large bubble and stays within it. The natural laws of physics etcetera are disregarded quite cheerfully within the bubble, and everything within it is subject to Makoto's whim - only a living creature is unaffected.
Horn Break: In which Makoto charges full tilt at an opponent.
Shallow Well: In which Makoto allows its body to become intangible to physical touch, thus letting it phase through objects and living things. It's not very pleasant to have Makoto pass through a person, truth to be told.
Whip Tail: In which Makoto whips its tail back and forth. Apparently, some weak-willed opponents can become hypnotized by the movement.
- attacks in development -
Persona Appearance:
Bio:
Hatsu’s mother was a slut. There it is. No embellishments needed. She hopped in the sack one day with some university lad, and nine months later, Hatsu popped out. Did Hatsu know about this? Yes. He did. He couldn’t do much about it, though – just allowed his mother to slap him around and cry, whiskey bottles littering the ground near her feet.
He went off the rails. A cry for attention, some said. His mother’s bad genes, others said.
He participated in the gangs, shot himself up full of drugs, handed his body out to whoever who asked - …
Around seventeen years old, he hooked up with one of the larger gangs’ head. Around that time, his cousin showed up. “Hey, Hatsu,” she said.
“Hey,” he returned. And he looked down at the child that clasped her left hand with five small fingers.
Things took a turn for the worse around that time.
His boyfriend, one of the heads in the gang, may have treated him well before. But now that he was in, the abuse began. His cousin dropped the child off at his and his mother’s place all the time and in the end, she never came back. Upped and vanished. Poof. By that time, Hatsu knew that she had been evicted from her home by her parents, and knowing no-one else within the family would take her in, she went straight to the family outcasts.
It was awful.
Abused verbally and physically by his boyfriend, made use of by his cousin and having to contend with his mother at home – it wouldn’t be surprising if Hatsu had went even further off the rails. But apparently, Akemi worked wonders on people with her chubby face and wide smile. Forced to support an alcoholic woman who frequently launched beer bottles at his head for fun and an abandoned child who didn’t know any better (she called him Dad after a while and it seemed she could no longer remember Hatsu's round-faced cousin) – thus driving him to take a cold, hard look at the life he had been living - Hatsu held out for two and a half years in that town.
He cracked three days after his birthday.
Grabbing Akemi and what little that was valuable in his house and precious to him, Hatsu skipped town.
It worked. Surprisingly enough. Nobody cared enough to look for him, apparently. And Yamijima Island accepted the fake papers he had submitted. Thank the gods, Hatsu often muttered, that he had the foresight to pay one of the top forgers in Kanagawa. Well – put it this way, he has been on Yamijima for five months and nobody had called him out for having fake papers yet.
Nowadays, he works as an assistant at a ramen stall while Akemi studies at the local kindergarten. He toys with the idea of enrolling in an online class, in community classes – after all, Hatsu had dropped out of school when he was sixteen. Truth to be told, Hatsu has carefully, warily began to allow himself to look forward to a whole new life.
But the nightmares have began …