stopsignarcana

(Because I am a weak for shippy things ;w;)

PLAYER INFORMATION
Name: Zac
Timezone: EST
Personal Journal: stopsignarcana
Player Contact: AIM: ZacEXE3/Zacadia
Characters in Game (previously too): N/A

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Shinjiro Aragaki
Canon: Persona 3 (Portable)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
Genitalia: Penis
Canon Point: Post-game
History: History!

Personality: On the outside, one might simply look at Shinjiro as a textbook definition of a juvenile delinquent. He stays out to all hours of the day and night, hangs around shady areas with even shadier people, skips school, and tends to give the impression of a general distaste for people. However, while he might not be the easiest person in the world to get along with, he is far from a bad person and once someone is able to get past his gruff exterior, the individual they find underneath is almost a stark contrast to the face he displays to the rest of the world.

Even so, Shinjiro's usual state of being can at best be described as grumpy, and at worst, outright cold. He tends to display a casual indifference to the events going on around him, claiming that things aren't his problem to deal with; however, when pressed or if a situation is dire enough, he will step into action if its absolutely necessarily...regardless of whether or not he likes it. Behind his calm and cool nature lies a person who cares a great deal; perhaps not so much about the world at large, but definitely for the people he cares about and would go to great lengths to see them safe.

He is also seen by the SEES team as one of its most reliable members alongside Mitsuru. In his own way he tends to take care of the team, either by suggesting they take better care of themselves or even going so far as to take over cooking duties, something Shinjiro is shown to have a wonderful talent for, in an effort to make sure everyone stopped eating out so much.

Unfortunately, during his first stint in SEES he had an incident where he lost control of his Persona, Castor, and during its rampage a woman was killed who turned out to be the mother of Ken Amada; despite Akihiko and Mitsuru's attempts to console him, he ultimately turned in his evoker and armband, leaving the team out of guilt and has never truly forgiven himself for what happened. So great was his fear of his power that he took to taking Persona Suppressants supplied to him by a group known as Strega that would allow him to keep Castor under control. However, these drugs began to have harmful effects on his body, from ruining his body's ability to regulate his internal temperature right down to almost becoming fatal.

Thankfully, Minako, the new leader of SEES managed to pull him out of his current situation and back into the group and from there until he was put into a coma, his mood seemed to significantly improve, especially where she was concerned.

He is still fairly bad with people he doesn't know and even around those he does, his usual default is still his normal grumpy scowl, but most of the team knows better by now. He may be a big, awkward, grumpy mess of a person, but he does have a genuinely good heart and has the strength of will to stand up for the right thing even when other people would buckle.

Abilities/Weaknesses: Shinjiro is 5 feet, 10 inches, and 180 pounds of raw muscle and bad attitude. Years of fighting in the Dark Hour combined with his size and muscle mass gives Shinji enough strength to wield giant axes one handed with the same ease Mitsuru wields her rapier and the endurance to not only climb but fight through Tartarus for hours on end uninterrupted. Due in part to his belief that he wouldn't be living long anyways and mostly because of his general unflappable nature, he has developed a sense of fearlessness, even when going against enemies twice his size; it does help that he has the raw strength behind him to knock those same enemies flat on their asses. Like the other members of SEES, Shinjiro also has access to his Persona, Castor; much like himself, Castor is a stalwart wall that provides an arsenal of heavy physical attacks capable of tearing down even the most sturdy of enemies, though he does possess a few innate abilities that regenerate the health he might lose being so brash. Despite all this, Shinjiro does have his limits and once he reaches them, his sickness makes it almost impossible for him to get back up once he's pushed himself there; as well, he is also much more susceptible to ailments and sicknesses, made all the more easy for him to contract by the fact that his body temperature is so out of line that he often can't actually tell how hot or cold it is.

RP Samples:

Sample 1 -
What the hell was this place. It wasn't a question in his mind as much as a very firm statement and the scowl on his face punctuated that very well. Why he'd chosen to come to this castle, he'd never understand; he had no interest in magic and no sooner had he actually seen what this “Mistress” had to offer did he set off for the nearest village. He'd never been a magic kind of guy in the first place and all this...indecent stuff was ruffling him under the coat collar.

Unfortunately, the village seemed to be no better a place for him and beneath his icy stare was a man who's cheeks could have properly started a fire on their own; everywhere he looked there were vendors selling things he'd only seen around Shirakawa Boulevard, and it was enough to make him dig his hands deeper into his pockets. He wasn't a prude by any means, but he definitely didn't have the people skills to be needing any of this stuff, that was for sure.

He did need to eat though. His stomach growled with a force that suggested it had been quite a while since his last meal and thankfully he happened across a takoyaki stand of all things. He purchased a few sticks and took a bite, finding it quite rich and flavorful for just stall food...he might have even considered coming back for more if he hadn't suddenly started to feel hot under his coat after one stick was gone. He unbuttoned the heavy garment, confused as to how he could be suddenly feeling the temperature again when his vision began to waver enough for him to grab his head.

“What...the hell...?” he growled through gritted teeth, feeling a pressure beginning to build up in his lower regions as a haze began to take hold of his senses. The last thing he heard as he staggered off was the words...Aphrodisiac.

Sample 2 -

[He stopped...his feet ground to a halt against his will as a familiar sight fell into his view. He lived in a world of impossible things but this...especially this, was absolutely impossible. His eyes locked on to the back of a woman's head as she walked along the village street; she looked so familiar, so much so that it couldn't be anyone else, but there was no way it could be her either.

He'd held her...said those things he'd said...said he was glad he met her just before... The memory was still freshly engraved, painfully so into his mind; he'd watched the life pass from her eyes, he'd been there when she was buried, he'd cried and yelled and hit everything close to him until all of him was sore...but as the woman turned around, he saw the face that was still in his dreams to this day.

He wouldn't...no, he couldn't mistake that face for anyone else, and despite himself, he reached out a hand towards her.

Maybe he did have a thick skull...maybe he was a stubborn idiot, but his feelings for her were the same as always.]

Way to make a sick guy wait on you.

[He wasn't crying...it was just raining on his face.]

Sample 3 -

Just...step back, would ya?

[Despite it being a question, Shinjiro pushed the young man in front of him well back away from the front of the stand. He's somehow landed a job working a food stand here in the village...a normal one by some miracle, but the owner's apprentice was giving him a headache already.]

Watch and pay attention. If you keep layering the caramel on a bit at a time, it's gonna get hard and everything'll end up stuck together. Look, bowl in one hand, other hand in the corn. Pour the caramel, form a claw with your hand and lift up, flip your hand over and put the handful on top, and then pull back. It's just rinse and repeat from there, you got all that?

[His icy glare made the smaller man jump a little bit, but he nodded as he watched Shinjiro finish the current batch he was on before shoveling it in to a heated container until someone came up and asked for some.]

You do? Good. Now show me.

[He said, his tone making it clear he wasn't going to like any more screw-ups as he took a step back and began to critically observe the man's every action. God help his poor soul.]