Naomi Takeda

[Naomi Takeda]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Naomi Takeda ///

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Full Name~ Naomi Takeda
Gender~ Female
Age~ Twenty-five
Birthdate~ 9 February (Aquarius)
Location~ Phoenix, Arizona
Faction~ Neutral
Celebrity Claim~ Yukie Nakama
Play anyone else?~ Lucas, Brian, Laila, Caroline

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY

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She has no powers.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS

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No powers means no limits. Sorry.

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/// PERSONALITY


Naomi has clearly let ambition take the lead in her life, creating a resolute and dynamic charm about her that molds much deeper facts of her being. Her eyes mainly look ahead on the bigger picture, and depending on the intensity of her present goals, issues of least importance are pushed into the background. Similarly, while her mind conjures up new ideas toward the outworking of her schemes, distraction would lure her to ignore the most minor details in her environment. The more her narrow scope focuses on one particular notion, the more dedicated she would feel to work to its completion.

She believes strong feelings (especially anger) have little grasp on her life so as to dominate her every move, evidenced in how she usually speaks with a deadpan voice, making quips and occasional tactless slips of the tongue despite her commonly polite demeanor. However, she cannot keep full control over her brain, as proven by her hyperactive thought process. She theorizes to herself constantly, thinking over many variable probabilities and arriving at conclusive territories where most minds would never even dare to tread. Having exposed herself to countless flurries of beliefs and opinions, Naomi finds it hard to immediately settle on one stance or another, though one can safely wager that she would cling to her opinions to the bitter end-- until she changes them, which is pretty common.

All her time spent in pensive thought is not without its rather detrimental effects, for she worries far too much. Many things people claim as myth are very real to her, but she views most things with a sense of awe and reverent fear due to purported encounters. Oddly, Naomi has no regrets for feeling this way-- she claims it keeps her mind sharp and alert, habitually breaking her concentration of her current concerns and preventing total unresponsiveness. Still, she can sometimes let her imagination run wild, getting carried away in her thoughts and frightening herself by anticipating what could happen. This, reflected through her commonly risen topics, makes her seem like a social oddball-- though she fails to care.

Due to her ultimate, rather unwavering viewpoint of the general populace, her trust is hard to win, easy to lose, and nearly impossible to regain. Her standards for alliance are fairly shady as well, since her goal usually takes to the greatest good, not the purpose of a single cause or organization. If authority must be disobeyed by civil disobedience, then the activistic soul within her sees nothing wrong in stepping on a few toes just to acheive her fondest dream, that of equality. In fact, in trying to sway her own little corner of the world in this direction, she treats most everyone the same in her regular interactions.
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Likes~

• Unexplained mysteries
  
• Most works by Osamu Tezuka
  
• Thoughtful, unpretentious men
  
• Surrealism
  
• Pickles
  
• Dried cuttlefish
  
• Gummy candies
  
• Challenging trivia game shows
  
• Ball-jointed dolls (the creepy, realistic kind)
  
• Panoramic city views at night
  

Dislikes~

• Mainstream news
  
• Ineffectual authority
  
• Resistance to change
  
• Boredom
  
• Too much loose change
  
• Greasy or sugary foods
  
• Olives
  
• Bagels
  
• Repetitive music
  
• Japanophiles
  

Strengths~

• Broad-minded
  
• Innovative
  
• Persistent
  
• Shrewd
  
• Great foresight
  

Weaknesses~

• Paranoid
  
• Somewhat bossy
  
• Stubborn
  
• Thinks too complicated
  
• Cannot drive
  

Skills~

• Speaks and reads passable English
  
• Forensic chemistry experience
  
• Writing (for creative and professional purposes)
  
• Basic firearm usage
  
• First aid
  

Hobbies~

• Reading (fiction or nonfiction, though her interests do blur the line between them)
  
• Blogging
  
• Stargazing
  
• Interpreting her bizarre dreams
  
• Trying to solve her Rubik's Cube
  
• Collecting ball-jointed dolls
  

Habits~

• Avoids eye contact
  
• Carries pepper spray in her purse
  
• Looks over her shoulder at the slightest provocation
  
• Differs on the pronunciation of her name according to language ("nay-oh-mee" when speaking English, "nah-oh-mee" when speaking Japanese)
  
• Chews on pencils, pens, and straws
  
• Routinely visits about a dozen blogs and forums
  
• Compulsively ties and unties knots in strings
  

Flaws~

• Weak wrists and ankles
  
• Allergic to bee stings (carries an EpiPen)
  
• Allergic to strawberries (they give her hives)
  
• Mild nyctophobia (she only fears being outside at night by herself)
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ Twenty-six
Celebrity Claim~ Yukie Nakama
Sexual Preference~ Heterosexual
Ethnicity~ Japanese
Hair~ Black
Eyes~ Dark brown

/// APPEARANCE


A five-foot-four wisp of a woman, Naomi's naturally streamlined build is neither bony nor gawky, though she sorely lacks a curvy figure. Her fair skin is tinted slightly in gold, which stands out under the darkness of her narrow, almond-shaped ebony eyes and their black frame of lashes. A fairly strong jaw adds gentle angles to her face, where sparse and shadowy eyebrows edge toward her shallow but thick nose bridge, and full lips spread above her slightly wide, blunt chin. Thick, straight tresses drape from her head down beyond her shoulder blades, without bangs, and most often worn unrestrained.

With a professional look, she chooses slacks, blouses, and suits on the job, but otherwise her clothing tastes are sometimes odd. While not incredibly showy, her attire usually has an edgy flair that allows for chains, buckles, and tears to occur with surreal patterns and odd accessories. A lean toward dark colors, black being her favorite, normally meets with colorful accents for variety, which she usually makes sure would blend well. Naomi normally buys and wears whatever catches her eye, relying on some standards, but her fashion sense is commonly brought into question anyway.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ Neutral
Birthplace~ Sapporo, Japan
Mother~ Sayuri Takeda; age sixty-three, civilian
Father~ Hideki Takeda; age sixty-seven, civilian
Siblings~ Tatsuya Takeda; age thirty-four, civilian
Masako (Takeda) Kuniyoshi; age thirty-two, civilian
Spouse~ N/A
Children~ N/A
Other Family~ Hajime Kuniyoshi; age thirty-six, civilian (brother-in-law)
Saori (Ueno) Takeda; age thirty-one, civilian (sister-in-law)
Koichi Takeda; age five, civilian (nephew)

/// HISTORY


Born and raised in Sapporo, Japan, Naomi was part of a rather affluent family where, although she was typically complacent and demanded little, she usually got whatever she wanted. Even when her desires were few, her father would buy her and her siblings wonderful gifts regardless of the occasion, as if to hide the fact that he spent almost all his time on his career, away from home. Since her brother and sister were old enough to go to their friends' houses and felt perfectly well leaving their little sister behind, this meant young Naomi would have spend her time at her mother's nearby flower shop or seek friendship closer to home-- her neighbor Sachiko, who was roughly her age, was a good start for the latter case. Their friendship stayed strong for years after, and even though the two would wind up going to different schools when they came of age, their shared interests kept them together.

At a young age, Naomi became the only one privy to her friend's secret-- Sachiko could summon colorful spirits and wispy fireballs at will, but she urged Naomi not to tell her secret. After the bewildered Naomi agreed to the deal, the two went on stirring this growing fascination by reading comics or telling ghost stories during the sleepovers they had almost every weekend. Sachiko may have moved away when they were about eleven years old, but by then, Naomi had gotten into the habit of spending her allowance on magazines catering to this subject. Her fascination soon spread to anything unproven by science (extraterrestrials, cryptozoology, and such), and a blooming interest in the internet during her teenage years allowed her to read about such things with much greater access than before. There, she discovered and actively joined several online communities devoted to her interests, helping to develop the limited English she learned in school.

Her lack of conformity was a difficult hurdle to jump, but even when rumors about her 'obsession with ghosts and aliens' went around, but she tolerated the environment and survived until graduation. Truthfully, even when she unloaded her concerns onto her mother while working weekends at the flower shop, Naomi was comforted much more readily by her online friends. She felt she fit in better after she enrolled at the University of Tokyo, but after hatching a plan that would take her far away, she tried not to attach herself to the place. Thus, after her second year, she transferred all the way across the Pacific to the University of Phoenix, which she had previously learned to have hosted a program pertaining to paranormal investigation. Her father ultimately approved as a gift to his youngest to ensure her happiness, but her mother was somewhat displeased by the distant move-- Naomi herself was ambivalent, particularly on her moving day, but her desire won out above her feelings.

Nevertheless, as she juggled her studies in forensic chemistry and her involvement with the school's paranormal research society, Naomi kept on the long path toward adjusting to American life, adapting to the language (with private lessons and such), and tried contacting her family often enough to soften their complaints. Similarly, her father would pay her way home to visit during any vacation time, or even fund a trip to another country with her friends if she wanted. College was hectic enough to take her away from the steady flow of subjects that fascinated her, either the publications or the websites that she looked over during her spare time. Her mother pleaded her to return to Japan when graduation neared, but a stroke of luck landed her an internship at a local crime lab, and soon an actual full-time career therein. Naomi knew she would go back home in due time, but the rare opportunity tied her to the city of Phoenix for the time.

A few months later, she was taken along on a case in the rural reaches of the city, where a corpse was found in a ditch. The samples she took from the charred body were highly acidic for no explainable reason, like the body was burned and corroded from the inside out, and signs were shown that the phenomenon had taken place almost instantly. The setting around the body contained no signs lending to most valid conclusions, either. It was chilling and bizarre, but every inquiry she took into the solution was nothing better than a guess. Naomi took many sleepless nights desperately pulling possibilities from her mind, no matter how unlikely. After long, the case was taken out of their hands by another agency, but it left Naomi disappointed and without the clear answer she expected. In the time that followed, she tried limiting the thought from her mind and kept on with a fairly busy life, continuing her career as normal, while her involvement with the paranormal research society that attracted her to the country became marginal at best.



_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Froggy
CBox Name~ FroggyNine
Contact Info~ PM or Cbox
Age~ Twenty-two
Years of RP Experience~ Eight
How Did You Find Us? The aliens told me!

/// SAMPLE RP

"Ugh...the wind's pretty stiff tonight, Quentin." Naomi leaned her head over to the man, the only one who had taken her up on the offer to come over to her place that evening. "I'm not happy."

Fingers laced and his open palms pressing the back of his mussed brown hair, Quentin chuckled. "Don't tell me you think it'll blow the stars away. Isn't that why I came over, or do you have other motives?"

The light was dim, but Naomi reckoned Quentin could tell her eyes were rolling. Was that too hard to guess? She flopped over onto her side, putting aside the idea that the dusty ground speckled by grassy patches would stain her shirt, and her face lay atop her arm."Don't put words in my mouth, you prick. Especially wrong words."

"What?" Quentin flinched a little, though he slowly looked over once he realized that threat of being punched was absent. "You weren't going to make any huge announcements while we were all in one place?"

"Nope! You lose." Naomi looked straight ahead, lying on her back. In front of her eyes was the night sky, dark and blue, though stars were few since they were still in the light-polluted city. Was it so wrong to try, though?

The two were stargazing that night, awaiting a meteor shower, but without the helpful aid of a telescope to pass the time-- it was usually Michelle who brought the thing anyway, but she had apparently 'forgotten' that Naomi invited her. For now, they lay beside each other in Naomi's backyard, looking to the heavens and trying to spot the stars that happened to be particularly bright at that time. Maybe it was just by memory, but Naomi could swear she saw the faded shape of Orion's Belt and the Big Dipper, and some other constellations that your average fourth-grader couldn't name off the top of their head.

"So I think this is pretty much a bust." Quentin massaged his chin, making shifty eyes toward Naomi. "I really don't think we're gonna see anything out of the ordinary here."

Her train of thought had already taken a detour. Thinking about the meteor shower, Naomi wondered just how ancient civilizations acted when these things were taking place. She imagined at the very beginnings of humankind that it must have been assumed the sky was falling, or that their gods were angry and punishing the impudent. Had it really changed much after that, though? She knew there were many beliefs regarding the stars throughout the centuries, and even up until the modern day some parents fabricated stories about stars to their children. Meteor showers might even be a good cover for alien spacecraft to bolt through the sky without being noticed, though it seemed some aliens didn't care if they were seen or not. Naomi, for certain, had paid witness to plenty of things that defied a grounded, scientific explanation-- UFOs included. That was why she needed faith!

Minutes later, Naomi pursed her lips and craned her neck around a bit. "Quentin, why do you think people assume aliens look anything like humans? Wouldn't they be completely, you know, alien?"

Quentin sat up, rubbing his eye and scratching his ragged chestnut-brown bangs at the same time. "You're really on track, aren't you?"

Wasn't sarcasm great? Naomi scoffed a bit, wondering if Quentin was really 'on track' himself. "Yeah...no. But I think I should call Michelle. I need to remind her that she should come over so we can go to the hill." It really would be so much better if they went to their normal overlook to watch the sky, Naomi thought.

"Sorry I'm late! But in my defense, it's not even midnight!" It was almost encouraging to hear Michelle abashedly speak, and to hear the rattling sounds of her telescope's folded tripod coincide with her jogging pace into the backyard. Still on the ground, Naomi raised her eyes to see the upside-down woman, her curly blond hair a silhouette against the shine of a faraway streetlamp.

"Great! Now you can drive us to the hill!" Naomi smiled at Quentin as he sat, pulling herself up to match his position, smiling gently while she made and quickly broke eye contact. "I'll call shotgun, too!"

Did you read the rules: Silence! Rules never work, you fool!