001. What is your preferred name out of character? Lip

002. What timezone do you reside in?
Central

003. What are the best days & times for you to participate in group activities?
Weekends

004. Were you recruited by a member? If yes, who?
No

005. What is the best way to get in contact with you?
Discord foxygrandpa 3848

As a franchise, Persona is an emotionally significant game for so many. What does this character mean to you? 
More than why do you want to write as them, but why are they special to you?


He's who I wish I could be. He doesn't just take the crap thrown at him or simmer underneath a blank face. He doesn't hold back and tells people off for being shitty to him or others. He's willing to do whatever it takes to help his friends and I think that's respectable as hell. It's nice having someone in the game that's just kinda dumb sometimes who tries his best and has a good heart to him.



If there was something you could change about your character in-game,

What would it be and why?


CHANGE THE PERVERTED MOMENTS FOR THE SAKE OF FANSERVICE. He can be an idiot, fine. Be the dumb joke of the team. But there's no reason for him to be a pervert joke. He was raised by a single mother who did everything for her son, you can't tell me he doesn't have more respect for girls than to just look at them like they're sex appeal. Not to mention everything about Kamoshida made him sick to his stomach, so why would he then get excited about Yusuke demanding Ann pose nude. Or ogle her swimsuit on the beach. Even in the dancing game they give him the role of pervert, and it makes no sense for his character.







"For real?!"

What the hell was happening? One minute, everything about this had been exciting, the thrill of some weird place called a 'Palace' getting adrenaline pumping through his veins like nothing else. Sure, maybe Ryuji didn't get the cool new outfit and weird ghost thing, but he was having the time of his life running along and figuring shit out with Akira. But that fun had run it's course, the severity of what this Palace meant for them now ringing loud and clear. Before him was various guards and the bastard, Kamoshida, himself. Akira and the cat were in bad shape, being stepped on like they were something lesser than this asshole. It enraged him, but what was there left to do? If those two and their Personas didn't stand a chance, what could he do?

What's wrong? Nothing to say? And here I thought all I broke was your leg, not your spine.

His every word set fire to the blonde's blood. Spite getting him back on his feet before he even realized it was happening. "Shut up! You talk and talk, deciding what people are worth before you know anything! You ain't a real King!" He thought the teacher was bad in the real world? That was nothing compared to this twisted vision he had of himself. Ryuji felt judgment from his every word, his glare, even his grin seeped the criticism his soul had prepared.

Ooh. Angry much? But tell me, what makes you any different? You judged that hot blonde, didn't you? I've heard all the nasty things you say to others about her.

He froze, memories flooding of any time he'd badmouthed Ann. Kamoshida's girl. Teacher's pet. The words themselves tame, but the malice behind every phrase was palpable. Kamoshida wasn't even wrong, based purely off rumor and one side of a story he wrote her off as the same as everyone else. Was it right? No. It was shitty. He was shitty. But he could admit it, there wasn't an ounce of a cowardly bone in him when it came to fessing up what was wrong with him. Be that as it may, it didn't change the immediate evacuation of any righteousness he once held. Strenght leaving him, falling to his knees as if struck down in a single move. He wanted to get back up, to tell Kamoshida off and find some sense of moral strength, but the words rang through his mind like a broken record. He was the same as this effin bastard. Judging people just to judge them, lashing out for no good reason. you can change Hands went to his head, gripping hair with all his strength to try to pull himself from the mental cage this bastard put him in. It might've worked, had he not continued his verbal lashing.

It's pathetic, really. What. You come here on a whim and think you're the heroes? News flash. The hero is whoever wins. But don't worry. After killing these two, I'll deal with you. So hide away! Be the scared little parasite we all know you are. First your precious track team, now your new friends. You really love screwing people over, don't you?

He couldn't deny it. Not a word of it, it was all something he did of his own volition because he thoughtlessly made choices to affect everyone. Now what? He'll just sit there while Akira gets killed?! Dammit! Kamoshida may as well have taken his spine too! so get up He didn't have it in him to watch, yet his body wouldn't move to look away. That effing knight was about to behead his friend. So why? Why were his bones lead based? Why were anchors latched to his every limb? Just stand up dammit! Get UP!

For just a moment, the world went black. Nothing for miles, until suddenly a light flickered in the center of his vision. Voice flooding his head that wasn't his own. So, you finally listened to me, huh? Took your time. Isn't it about time you took reign of the chaos? Make it your own power. The world gave you shame and disgrace, so what else do you have to lose? Raise your own flag of immorality and crush the self righteousness of Kings like him. The other you already agreed. Raise anchors and fire! Pain was all he felt for what seemed like hours. His brain being ripped to shreds, smashed into paste, and skewered all at the same time. It was hell, but the longer this inner entity spoke the more he realized something. He belonged in Hell.

Screams scratched his throat raw, the hands on his head soon finding something physical to grasp that wasn't part of his real face. A mask, something like it at least. It hurt, having it on burned his skin like acid. Wrong, that wasn't right. It squeezed like a skintight cage. It was crushing him, if he didn't rip it off he would never be free. A new strength fueled his arms as he tightened his grip, yanking forward with all the power he had. Blood splattered the floor, his shirt, his fingers. In the last seconds he thought he'd pass out from the pain, but something in him snapped properly into place as the mask was freed from his face. Waves of energy blew from his being, sending that bastard and his lackeys flying back. Every pulse filled him with power. Anchors away, his limbs found the power to stand once more.

"Woah..." He glanced at his hands, down at his chest and lower. His outift wasn't what he put on that morning, but nothing was a more perfect fit than this newfound attire. He didn't need to look back to feel the new presence surrounding him. Effing wild! Is this what it feels like? That's awesome. "Man... Wassup, Persona!" The bastard King and his henchmen were standing back up, approaching in a way that even he could tell was full of fear. Maybe it was the sudden nervousness to his step, maybe it was the courage pumping straight through his chest because of his newfound capabilities, but Ryuji found himself at last. "You're wrong, Kamoshida... I ain't any of that. But you! You're a real scumbag. Using people how you like, throwing out what's left! I'm gonna prove you wrong once and for all!" A finger pointed at the man, a gesture so small yet filled with such power. Judgment time rang for one last time, a final reminder that he wasn't the good guy. Nah, he was something else. A pirate, one who brings chaos and breaks the bonds of the weak. To the strong heroes of the world, he was the villain. About effing time he accepted that, now he was truly free to terrorize those bastards abusing the power of a hero.

"Lets wipe that stupid grin right off his face, Captain Kidd!!"