Naomi Aoshima

Name: Naomi Aoshima
Race: Human
Image: http://i.imgur.com/VYoyfSG.jpg

5'2"/9'6", 122 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes
Age: 23
Handedness: Right
TL: 8

Total Unspent CP: 0

Attributes [148]

ST 10/17 [63] 	HP 10 [0]
DX 12 [40] 	Will 11 [0]
IQ 11 [20] 	Per 13 [10]
HT 11 [10]	FP 11 [0]

Damage: 1d-2/1d, 1d+2/3d-1
Basic Speed: 5.75 [5]
Basic Move: 5 [0]
Basic Lift: 20/58
Dodge 8

Cultural Familiarity
Japanese-Western (Shikaku-mon) [0]

Languages [2]
Japanese, Native [0]
English, Broken [2]

Advantages [45]
Growth (+1 SM, maximum only, Cosmic) [15]
Unusual Background (slider, sizechanger) [20]
Zeroed [10]

Perks [3]
Cutting-Edge Training [1]
Honest Face [1]
Sartorial Integrity [1]

Disadvantages [-35]
Addiction (Tobacco; cheap, highly addictive, legal) [-5]
Sense of Duty (Group) [-5]
Struggling [-10]
Weirdness Magnet [-15]

Quirks [-5]
Chauvinistic [-1]
Weird Accent [-1]
Quirk 3 [-1]
Quirk 4 [-1]
Quirk 5 [-1]

Skills [52]
Artist (Calligraphy)-10 [2]
Artist (Drawing)-11 [4]
Artist (Painting)-11 [4]
Body Language-13 [2]
Computer Operation/TL9-9 [1]
Cooking-10 [1]
Detect Lies-12 [2]
Driving (Motorcycle)/TL8-11 [1]
Filch-12 [2]
First Aid/TL8-11 [1]
Forgery/TL8-11 [4]
Gambling-11 [2]
Holdout-11 [2]
Intimidation-11 [2]
Karate-13 [8]
Knife-13 [2]
Savoir-Faire (Yakuza)-11 [1]
Sewing/TL8-12 [1]
Shortsword-12 [2]
Singing-12 [2]
Streetwise-12 [4]
Urban Survival-13 [2]

Weapons
Expandable baton (sw cr, Reach 1, parry 0, 2 lbs., $60)
Tactical folding knife (sw-3 cut, Reach C1, parry -1, 0.5 lbs., $30)

Equipment

Artist's kit (2 lbs.) - $50
Cigarette lighter (neg.) - $10
First Aid Kit/TL8 (2 lbs.) - $50
Flashlight/TL8 (mini, 0.25 lbs, 15' beam, 1 hr.) - $10
Grooming kit (0.5 lbs.) - $25
Handbag (10 lb. capacity) - $10
Mirror (neg.) - $5
Multi-tool (0.5 lbs.) - $50
Pack of cigarettes (neg.) - $5
Religious symbol (crucifix necklace, neg.) - $1
Sewing kit (neg.) - $1
Sketchbook (2 lbs.) - $50
TL8 mobile phone (0.5 lbs) - $100
TL9 mobile phone from Shikaku-mon (0.5 lbs., battery dead, incompatible with local electrical system) - $144
Wristwatch (basic, neg.) - $25

Vehicle

TL7 Scooter (ST/HP 29, Hnd/SR +1/2, HT 10f, Move 3/27*, Lwt. 0.3, Load 0.1, SM 0, Occ. 1, DR 3, Range 190, $1000, E2W)

Cost of weapons and equipment: $1,626
Remaining cash: $374

Naomi Aoshima comes from the great, grey, sprawling metropolis of Tamakikyo, and even though millions of people live there she's sure that you've never heard of it. For that matter, you can't even find it on a map... well, you can look where it's _supposed_ to be, but all you'll find there is a dot marking the spot where Auckland, New Zealand stands. Where Naomi's from, there's no such thing as New Zealand--just Aoteara, one of the earliest colonies of the Japanese Empire, home to 127 million people.

The only problem is that it's on another Earth entirely. The people who make it their business to catalog these things call it "Shikaku-mon," but Naomi doesn't know anything about _that_. All she knows is that after a rough, harsh life in the slums of Tamakikyo, her passion for art was finally offering her a way up and a way out when her paintings and calligraphy earned her the attention of an exhibition in Chukyo, the great central hub that made the whole of the Japanese Empire spin.

Four months later, she still hasn't figured out just what happened on that day. She remembers seeing a strange sculpture on display, one that almost seemed to shine with its own light, and something possessed her to touch it. When she did, a feeling of warmth and of energy coursed through her. She remembers light, angry shouts, and a feeling that the world was too _small_--afterward, a great sense of dislocation, even after she awoke in a lonesome alley, her clothes half-shredded, and while the ground was cold the air had the strangest tang of _purity_ to it.

Naomi was no stranger to surviving in the indifferent urban environment--but it was no Chukyo. If she could believe it, it was the 8th day of November, 2010... _seventeen years_ in the past. Except it wasn't her past at all. She'd never visited the islands of Japan before, but if her half-remembered lessons were anything to go by, Japan hadn't looked anything like the city she found in her own lifetime. There was an almost alien order to it, a genteel reservation that made her wonder if she'd tumbled through into the world on the far side of the mirror. It didn't take her long to discover there was something alien about herself, as well--when she concentrated, as if by magic she was able to will herself to grow taller and stronger--not to any great heights, mind you, but more than enough to bend bars, lift gates, and put anyone in her shadow.

Despite it all, though, she knew she'd never have lasted long as anything but a scrabbler in the dark if not for finding--or being found _by_--the yakuza. The name had no meaning to her, and while the world seemed to scorn them as criminals, they were hardly like the brutal triads she knew from home. She hadn't survived the streets of Tamakikyo without finding honorable thieves, and she was perfectly willing to work alongside them to repay the debt of salvation she owed.

All the while, she still can't help but wonder if any of it is real--or if this whole strange world is nothing but a dream.