Shougo Makishima (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
passingships) wrote2013-03-24 06:12 pm
passingships) wrote2013-03-24 06:12 pm
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History
Born and raised in Japan, Shougo grew up as the only son of a former English professor. His mother, a government worker, was diagnosed as a latent criminal and locked in the rehabilitation centre six months into her pregnancy. She gave birth to him while she was still incarcerated, able only to give him a name before he was taken away and delivered to his father. Shougo was thus raised alone, in a household filled with books, time, and a parent who wanted his child to have the same love of literature that he had - and still did have.
By the age of five, Shougo had struggled his way through books such as Hamlet and The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and was well on his way to reading every single book that could be found in his father's personal library. If there was any worry that reading these books would cloud his Hue, a scan confirmed that there was nothing to worry about - in fact his Hue was so pale, it was lauded as amongst the healthiest ever seen. At first, he got along well with the other children and spent his formative years quite happily and cheerfully. But by the time he reached an age where conscious thought and social politics dictated actions (around his teenage years), unpleasant whispers made their way through classrooms about how suspiciously pure he was. Though boys and girls had been plucked here and there because of clouded Hues, he had always been held as a shining example of good behaviour in spite of numerous, secretly well-known pranks on teachers. Jealousy festered in some hearts, and by the time he reached his last three years of high school, he was considered bad company. A devil with a white Hue.
His father, during this time, had also been picked up by a street scanner and taken away for rehabilitation, which helped the rumours none. Now alone, he had something of an eternity to brood and think, with books as his sole companions. The more he read, the more the idea that a society which could arbitrarily decide whether a man or woman harboured the potential to be a 'criminal' made no sense to him. He strove to learn about the system that made such decisions, but found nothing revealing. It began to disgust him how those around him were content to let their lives be dictated by an omniscient figure, and it didn't take him very long to realise that despite this discontent, his Hue remained as pale as ever. What did that mean? He knew enough to figure out the rough criteria by which people were taken out of society and rehabilitated. He was sure - he thought with a sneer - that he would be classified as one.
Years passed. He graduated, went to university briefly to obtain a degree in something banal, then found a job at a private girls' academy. Somewhere between then and now, he killed several men, made a friend (or two), and disappeared entirely from the public record.
Well, almost.
Personality
(See his profile for a concise summary.)
Shougo could be seen as the future-day Moriarty - as the spider sitting at the heart of a criminal web of connections, he rarely stirs to do any of the dirty work himself. He is the co-ordinator, the manager of organised crime within the Tokyo prefecture, and though those who work for him may be aware of his name, rarely do they see the face attached to it unless they have drawn his personal attention. Those who truly interest him are few and far between, and he does work to cultivate their unique talents, before throwing them away when they have exhausted his interest. The lucky ones die quickly at the hands of his hunters; the others die pleading for mercy.
What does he look for in an individual? It's not something that can be pinned down to a single point of interest, but what he does like to see is growth in his pupils. He likes to see people rise above and beyond the everyday and create splendour from banality, craft beauty from death, or take one another persona so completely that it's like there's another person residing inside. You could almost say that he looks for artists amongst the everyday consumer, because it's dull to reside in a society where there is no creativity beyond what the system prescribes. Since when was creativity decided by a god? Humans, as he sees it, were put on this earth to make something of their lives. No-one could possibly be happy if they realised what stifling conditions they lived in, when fear of an abnormal number drives normal citizens to murder or suicide.
Shougo is a fervent believer of free will. He respects those who have their own ideas and act on them, looks down upon those who are led by the nose like cattle, and seeks constantly for a way to undermine what he sees as the dictator of Japanese society: the Sibyl System. Rarely does he become angry when events do not flow the way he anticipates, because human nature is ever changeable and it is not up to him to decide how people act. It actually pleases him when he's surprised, because then he is able to live in the moment and improvise. For all that he's a distant, removed figure, he actually treasures the unpredictability of the everyday and is quite pleasant company.
Which brings us to his pet love: books. Rarely can he be seen anywhere without some sort of novel in his hands. In recent times, the subject material has been mostly on dystopian futures described by books written as much as nearly a hundred years ago. Pertinent to his time, then - or they attempt to be. But that is not to say he hasn't read extensively on other subjects. He's quite knowledgeable in almost every subject, from biology to geography, history to computer science. To describe him in one word in literary terms, perhaps a 'Romantic' is best.
Finally, when it comes to friends and family he has very few to speak of. One sure companion is a Korean man by the name of Choe Gu-Sung, a genius hacker frequently seen at Shougo's side who helped erase all records of Shougo's past so as to make him untraceable by the authorities. Even if his picture were to be captured, it couldn't be matched to a name. Their relationship is not solely congenial: Shougo requires a hacker's talents in order to get closer to the truth of the Sibyl System, but that doesn't mean they can't share opinions about book tastes over a cup of tea and some biscuits as well. Atypically for a villain in a crime series, he is shown to be affected by deaths of those he feels emotional connections to, though he never lets it affect his strategising.
Incidentally, the best way to win him over is to give him something self-made, not store-bought. He has plenty of admiration and respect for anything crafted (food, carvings etc.) using a person's own two hands. There's definitely quaint fondness for anything reminiscent of the old world, so he doesn't like to surround himself with any of the modern appliances in Japan, like food microwaves. Yet don't mistake his penchant for living in the past as shunning the present - he is up to date with all the latest technologies and is quite capable of using them, even if he doesn't like to.
Born and raised in Japan, Shougo grew up as the only son of a former English professor. His mother, a government worker, was diagnosed as a latent criminal and locked in the rehabilitation centre six months into her pregnancy. She gave birth to him while she was still incarcerated, able only to give him a name before he was taken away and delivered to his father. Shougo was thus raised alone, in a household filled with books, time, and a parent who wanted his child to have the same love of literature that he had - and still did have.
By the age of five, Shougo had struggled his way through books such as Hamlet and The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and was well on his way to reading every single book that could be found in his father's personal library. If there was any worry that reading these books would cloud his Hue, a scan confirmed that there was nothing to worry about - in fact his Hue was so pale, it was lauded as amongst the healthiest ever seen. At first, he got along well with the other children and spent his formative years quite happily and cheerfully. But by the time he reached an age where conscious thought and social politics dictated actions (around his teenage years), unpleasant whispers made their way through classrooms about how suspiciously pure he was. Though boys and girls had been plucked here and there because of clouded Hues, he had always been held as a shining example of good behaviour in spite of numerous, secretly well-known pranks on teachers. Jealousy festered in some hearts, and by the time he reached his last three years of high school, he was considered bad company. A devil with a white Hue.
His father, during this time, had also been picked up by a street scanner and taken away for rehabilitation, which helped the rumours none. Now alone, he had something of an eternity to brood and think, with books as his sole companions. The more he read, the more the idea that a society which could arbitrarily decide whether a man or woman harboured the potential to be a 'criminal' made no sense to him. He strove to learn about the system that made such decisions, but found nothing revealing. It began to disgust him how those around him were content to let their lives be dictated by an omniscient figure, and it didn't take him very long to realise that despite this discontent, his Hue remained as pale as ever. What did that mean? He knew enough to figure out the rough criteria by which people were taken out of society and rehabilitated. He was sure - he thought with a sneer - that he would be classified as one.
Years passed. He graduated, went to university briefly to obtain a degree in something banal, then found a job at a private girls' academy. Somewhere between then and now, he killed several men, made a friend (or two), and disappeared entirely from the public record.
Well, almost.
Personality
(See his profile for a concise summary.)
Shougo could be seen as the future-day Moriarty - as the spider sitting at the heart of a criminal web of connections, he rarely stirs to do any of the dirty work himself. He is the co-ordinator, the manager of organised crime within the Tokyo prefecture, and though those who work for him may be aware of his name, rarely do they see the face attached to it unless they have drawn his personal attention. Those who truly interest him are few and far between, and he does work to cultivate their unique talents, before throwing them away when they have exhausted his interest. The lucky ones die quickly at the hands of his hunters; the others die pleading for mercy.
What does he look for in an individual? It's not something that can be pinned down to a single point of interest, but what he does like to see is growth in his pupils. He likes to see people rise above and beyond the everyday and create splendour from banality, craft beauty from death, or take one another persona so completely that it's like there's another person residing inside. You could almost say that he looks for artists amongst the everyday consumer, because it's dull to reside in a society where there is no creativity beyond what the system prescribes. Since when was creativity decided by a god? Humans, as he sees it, were put on this earth to make something of their lives. No-one could possibly be happy if they realised what stifling conditions they lived in, when fear of an abnormal number drives normal citizens to murder or suicide.
Shougo is a fervent believer of free will. He respects those who have their own ideas and act on them, looks down upon those who are led by the nose like cattle, and seeks constantly for a way to undermine what he sees as the dictator of Japanese society: the Sibyl System. Rarely does he become angry when events do not flow the way he anticipates, because human nature is ever changeable and it is not up to him to decide how people act. It actually pleases him when he's surprised, because then he is able to live in the moment and improvise. For all that he's a distant, removed figure, he actually treasures the unpredictability of the everyday and is quite pleasant company.
Which brings us to his pet love: books. Rarely can he be seen anywhere without some sort of novel in his hands. In recent times, the subject material has been mostly on dystopian futures described by books written as much as nearly a hundred years ago. Pertinent to his time, then - or they attempt to be. But that is not to say he hasn't read extensively on other subjects. He's quite knowledgeable in almost every subject, from biology to geography, history to computer science. To describe him in one word in literary terms, perhaps a 'Romantic' is best.
Finally, when it comes to friends and family he has very few to speak of. One sure companion is a Korean man by the name of Choe Gu-Sung, a genius hacker frequently seen at Shougo's side who helped erase all records of Shougo's past so as to make him untraceable by the authorities. Even if his picture were to be captured, it couldn't be matched to a name. Their relationship is not solely congenial: Shougo requires a hacker's talents in order to get closer to the truth of the Sibyl System, but that doesn't mean they can't share opinions about book tastes over a cup of tea and some biscuits as well. Atypically for a villain in a crime series, he is shown to be affected by deaths of those he feels emotional connections to, though he never lets it affect his strategising.
Incidentally, the best way to win him over is to give him something self-made, not store-bought. He has plenty of admiration and respect for anything crafted (food, carvings etc.) using a person's own two hands. There's definitely quaint fondness for anything reminiscent of the old world, so he doesn't like to surround himself with any of the modern appliances in Japan, like food microwaves. Yet don't mistake his penchant for living in the past as shunning the present - he is up to date with all the latest technologies and is quite capable of using them, even if he doesn't like to.