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pocketmobster) wrote2014-02-25 11:54 am
pocketmobster) wrote2014-02-25 11:54 am
Ruby City App/Character Info
MASSIVE SUPER DANGAN RONPA 2 SPOILERS AHEAD
CHARACTER
Name: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Canon: Super Dangan Ronpa 2
Age: 15? It's complicated. (The long, spoilery version: about three years of his life corresponding to his time after entering high school have been erased from his memory, and his current body is actually a computer-generated avatar of how he looked on his first day of school. It's sort of like he's been canon-bumped three years backwards both mentally and physically, because he knows about this, but those years might as well have not happened for him. Thus, effectively 15.)
Timeline: End of Chapter 6
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: It's hard, being a Super High School Level Gangster with a five-year-old's rosy, cherubic cheeks. It's hard, and no one understands.
As the successor to the thirty thousand-strong Kuzuryuu clan--the largest yakuza organization in SDR2's Japan--Fuyuhiko has been raised to take no shit. He puts on everything one could expect a mobster to be: He's foul-mouthed, impulsive, and quick to promise violence. Insults and distrust are his conversational defaults, and he makes sure everyone knows exactly how tough a nut he'd be to crack, should they try him. When informed that the only way out of captivity would be to murder one of his classmates, he grinned and told them he wouldn't hesitate to kill any of them.
But it's clear to anyone he lets speak to him for more than five minutes--or anyone who would even want to talk with such a prickly, antagonistic brat--that much of his brash talk is mere pretense to protect his image. All his life, he's borne the pressure of inheriting his father's criminal empire; that world is unkind to those who show weakness, and at only 5'2" and 95 pounds with a face like a little girl's, Fuyuhiko already looks like easy prey. His threats and nasty attitude help him puff himself up to look bigger, so to speak. It's how he's tried to get people to take him seriously all this time.
Getting behind that posturing isn't too hard, though. Once Fuyuhiko begins to open up to people--as he does after the first third of SDR2, when he has nothing left to lose--he displays fierce loyalty, bitter insecurity, and a willingness to make friends that's almost sweetly shy. His lifelong preparation to lead the Kuzuryuu clan has made him quick to adopt those around him as comrades, if not companions, to look after, and he goes to great lengths to take care of what's his. That sense of responsibility combined with his tendency towards extreme words and actions has had him literally bleeding out to reassure his fellow students that he will fight for them from now on. He's also, in quieter moments, at least made the attempt--with questionable results--to comfort those he thinks need it.
He is awkward with his kindness but easily moved to it, and he cares deeply for those who stick with him. Learning that his younger sister had been murdered nearly drove him to murder himself, and he speaks of her both with gruff fondness and something like admiration. He nearly died trying to rescue his closest companion after she sacrificed her life for him, and before that, he tried desperately to keep suspicion of murder off her even though he'd witnessed the event himself. Her loss shook him so profoundly that he dropped the aggressive act towards his classmates entirely and devoted himself to helping them out. Sometimes he even seems to forget he's the heir to a criminal conglomerate to say things like, "None of us even has a driver's license!" when the others suggest jacking a car during a bomb threat. He also cries often, though he tries to keep that from his new friends.
Moments like that--when his guard slips and something less than manfully badass peeks through--embarrass him. He hates for people even to know he likes sweet food, and he tries to brush off most concern and praise with "Don't treat me like a kid!" He's always railed against the idea that he's too small, too cute, too gentle to inherit his father's title as oyabun of the Kuzuryuu--fought it while suspecting it himself, since he claims that his younger sister would have made a better heir to the organization than he is.
But because that insecurity, that belief that he just isn't quite worth his name, has driven him so long, Fuyuhiko is ferocious in defending against it in others. He flat-out refuses to accept that his friend--the one who sacrificed herself for him--is a "tool," ultimately disposable; after she's gone, he gets teary-eyed over photos of them acting like normal students together, and he calls her one of the two most important girls in his life. He also reacts strongly to another student's transformation into a cyborg, offended by the callousness with which the game's villain messes with their minds and bodies. Often the objects of these protective urges don't completely understand what the problem is; Fuyuhiko is better at putting himself in others' shoes and figuring out what he'd want than he is at actually listening to what they need or communicating an idea himself. But, despite his status as the most notorious teen gangster in Japan, he's a good kid, and he does his best.
(Though you still shouldn't say anything like "babyface" anywhere he can hear it, if you value your fingers.)
Background: His page on the Dangan Ronpa wiki, and Wikipedia's short summary of the plot of SDR2, as the DR wiki's summary makes a little more sense in context.
Abilities: While Fuyuhiko's grown up entrenched in violence and says he hasn't cried after a beat-down since he was in second grade, he's pretty much a normal kid in terms of strength and endurance. He seems to have a fairly high tolerance for pain, and he undoubtedly knows his way around knives and firearms, but he's not actually built for brawls. Or for much of anything, really. For all intents and purposes here, he's an average high-schooler of less than average size who happens to know a lot about the execution of criminal activities.
He also has a fairly good head for organizing people, and can be trusted to at least take charge if the situation calls for a leader, though his critical thinking under pressure tends to get clouded by preconceived notions.
First Person: Fuyuhiko's February Test Drive thread!
Third Person: This was fucking stupid.
Fuyuhiko slid his foot half an inch to the right, careful not to lift it from the stone, and tried not to think about how much of the soles of his (expensive, irreparably scuffed) shoes extended over open air. The ground was so far below him he wasn't even registering it as ground anymore. It looked like the backdrop to a play, flatly impressionistic.
A sudden gust slapped his tie into his face, and he spluttered around it. "God fucking damn it," he spat and tried to get the silk out of his mouth, but he couldn't deal with it now. His feet rested shoulder-width apart on the narrow windowsill of the eastern watchtower, and his one free hand was braced against the lintel.
If he fell, he would die. No coma, no nothing. Just dead.
He missed Peko's steady serenity in moments like this. She'd have been behind him, holding onto his belt with hands that meted out death easy as dinner orders, that wouldn't have trembled for something as unimpressive as height. Hell. Peko wouldn't have let him do this in the first place. She'd be the one up here in the window, nothing between her and a multistory drop but air.
But it was his fault Peko wasn't here, anyway. And if he wanted her back, he'd have to see this through himself.
Squinting against the wind, Fuyuhiko brought the weird, old-fashioned telescope to his one good eye. If no one else could find a way out, he would. "Powers that be," be damned.
This shit wasn't anything he hadn't done before.
CHARACTER
Name: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Canon: Super Dangan Ronpa 2
Age: 15? It's complicated. (The long, spoilery version: about three years of his life corresponding to his time after entering high school have been erased from his memory, and his current body is actually a computer-generated avatar of how he looked on his first day of school. It's sort of like he's been canon-bumped three years backwards both mentally and physically, because he knows about this, but those years might as well have not happened for him. Thus, effectively 15.)
Timeline: End of Chapter 6
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: It's hard, being a Super High School Level Gangster with a five-year-old's rosy, cherubic cheeks. It's hard, and no one understands.
As the successor to the thirty thousand-strong Kuzuryuu clan--the largest yakuza organization in SDR2's Japan--Fuyuhiko has been raised to take no shit. He puts on everything one could expect a mobster to be: He's foul-mouthed, impulsive, and quick to promise violence. Insults and distrust are his conversational defaults, and he makes sure everyone knows exactly how tough a nut he'd be to crack, should they try him. When informed that the only way out of captivity would be to murder one of his classmates, he grinned and told them he wouldn't hesitate to kill any of them.
But it's clear to anyone he lets speak to him for more than five minutes--or anyone who would even want to talk with such a prickly, antagonistic brat--that much of his brash talk is mere pretense to protect his image. All his life, he's borne the pressure of inheriting his father's criminal empire; that world is unkind to those who show weakness, and at only 5'2" and 95 pounds with a face like a little girl's, Fuyuhiko already looks like easy prey. His threats and nasty attitude help him puff himself up to look bigger, so to speak. It's how he's tried to get people to take him seriously all this time.
Getting behind that posturing isn't too hard, though. Once Fuyuhiko begins to open up to people--as he does after the first third of SDR2, when he has nothing left to lose--he displays fierce loyalty, bitter insecurity, and a willingness to make friends that's almost sweetly shy. His lifelong preparation to lead the Kuzuryuu clan has made him quick to adopt those around him as comrades, if not companions, to look after, and he goes to great lengths to take care of what's his. That sense of responsibility combined with his tendency towards extreme words and actions has had him literally bleeding out to reassure his fellow students that he will fight for them from now on. He's also, in quieter moments, at least made the attempt--with questionable results--to comfort those he thinks need it.
He is awkward with his kindness but easily moved to it, and he cares deeply for those who stick with him. Learning that his younger sister had been murdered nearly drove him to murder himself, and he speaks of her both with gruff fondness and something like admiration. He nearly died trying to rescue his closest companion after she sacrificed her life for him, and before that, he tried desperately to keep suspicion of murder off her even though he'd witnessed the event himself. Her loss shook him so profoundly that he dropped the aggressive act towards his classmates entirely and devoted himself to helping them out. Sometimes he even seems to forget he's the heir to a criminal conglomerate to say things like, "None of us even has a driver's license!" when the others suggest jacking a car during a bomb threat. He also cries often, though he tries to keep that from his new friends.
Moments like that--when his guard slips and something less than manfully badass peeks through--embarrass him. He hates for people even to know he likes sweet food, and he tries to brush off most concern and praise with "Don't treat me like a kid!" He's always railed against the idea that he's too small, too cute, too gentle to inherit his father's title as oyabun of the Kuzuryuu--fought it while suspecting it himself, since he claims that his younger sister would have made a better heir to the organization than he is.
But because that insecurity, that belief that he just isn't quite worth his name, has driven him so long, Fuyuhiko is ferocious in defending against it in others. He flat-out refuses to accept that his friend--the one who sacrificed herself for him--is a "tool," ultimately disposable; after she's gone, he gets teary-eyed over photos of them acting like normal students together, and he calls her one of the two most important girls in his life. He also reacts strongly to another student's transformation into a cyborg, offended by the callousness with which the game's villain messes with their minds and bodies. Often the objects of these protective urges don't completely understand what the problem is; Fuyuhiko is better at putting himself in others' shoes and figuring out what he'd want than he is at actually listening to what they need or communicating an idea himself. But, despite his status as the most notorious teen gangster in Japan, he's a good kid, and he does his best.
(Though you still shouldn't say anything like "babyface" anywhere he can hear it, if you value your fingers.)
Background: His page on the Dangan Ronpa wiki, and Wikipedia's short summary of the plot of SDR2, as the DR wiki's summary makes a little more sense in context.
Abilities: While Fuyuhiko's grown up entrenched in violence and says he hasn't cried after a beat-down since he was in second grade, he's pretty much a normal kid in terms of strength and endurance. He seems to have a fairly high tolerance for pain, and he undoubtedly knows his way around knives and firearms, but he's not actually built for brawls. Or for much of anything, really. For all intents and purposes here, he's an average high-schooler of less than average size who happens to know a lot about the execution of criminal activities.
He also has a fairly good head for organizing people, and can be trusted to at least take charge if the situation calls for a leader, though his critical thinking under pressure tends to get clouded by preconceived notions.
First Person: Fuyuhiko's February Test Drive thread!
Third Person: This was fucking stupid.
Fuyuhiko slid his foot half an inch to the right, careful not to lift it from the stone, and tried not to think about how much of the soles of his (expensive, irreparably scuffed) shoes extended over open air. The ground was so far below him he wasn't even registering it as ground anymore. It looked like the backdrop to a play, flatly impressionistic.
A sudden gust slapped his tie into his face, and he spluttered around it. "God fucking damn it," he spat and tried to get the silk out of his mouth, but he couldn't deal with it now. His feet rested shoulder-width apart on the narrow windowsill of the eastern watchtower, and his one free hand was braced against the lintel.
If he fell, he would die. No coma, no nothing. Just dead.
He missed Peko's steady serenity in moments like this. She'd have been behind him, holding onto his belt with hands that meted out death easy as dinner orders, that wouldn't have trembled for something as unimpressive as height. Hell. Peko wouldn't have let him do this in the first place. She'd be the one up here in the window, nothing between her and a multistory drop but air.
But it was his fault Peko wasn't here, anyway. And if he wanted her back, he'd have to see this through himself.
Squinting against the wind, Fuyuhiko brought the weird, old-fashioned telescope to his one good eye. If no one else could find a way out, he would. "Powers that be," be damned.
This shit wasn't anything he hadn't done before.