Name: Fujimoto Shiro
Alias: "Prophet Raiden"
Age: 15
Gender: Boy
Sex: Male
[spoilername="Before the Bender"]
Physical Description: Fujimoto Shiro is a completely average boy standing at 159.50 cm, and weighing in at a whopping 50.10 kg. His natural hair is a rich, deep brown just like his favorite bar of 85% pure cacao chocolate. He keeps it short, out of the way, so he can easily traverse nature. He has a distinctive case of heterochromia with one eye being green and the other a dull blue; almost gray. His skin is an olive tone due to his frequent expeditions in the wild. He most commonly wears the garb of his local community; a small fishing hamlet. He often wears a brown tunic with green pants, rough-hewn shoes made from cured animal hides, and a conical paddy hat as is traditional for his hometown.
Mental Description: Fujimoto Shiro was informally educated and as such has a voracious curiosity which can sometimes get him into trouble. He is by no means stubborn, and often goes with the flow in order to satiate his hunger for adventure. There come times when he is entrenched in his views, and will only be persuaded by carefully laid out reason. His hamlet is surprisingly lacking of regressive tradition, and Shiro highly regards the values of egality, untiring industry, and cooperation. His friends often called him "The Great Compromiser."
History: During much of his early childhood, Fujimoto Shiro followed his father when he went out to fish and would help his mother when it came time to cook. His grandmother, an elder of the hamlet, lived down the dirt path they called their main street, and she would often regale him and the other children of the hamlet with tales of ancient demons and fantastical creatures which shaped the world and history, often with puppet shows. She also taught him the tradition of ancestral worship, and often attributed most ceremonial offerings (though incredibly small due to the austere nature of life in the wild) to a long-passed relative who was a traveling scholar-warrior. Never since has there been a member of the family to achieve such esteem, but one of Shiro's goals is to one-up his ancestor and restore honor to his family's name.
Then one day, when Shiro was eight, an old merchant passing through their humble hamlet became tragically ill. His mother and father took him in, being the most readily equipped to provide herbal remedies common to the area. Shiro spent much of his time with the old man (who went by Old Tanaka), regaling him with the stories told by his grandmother and providing Old Tanaka with meals and company. Eventually, the topic was broached that would change Shiro's life forever. Old Tanaka asked, "Young Fujimoto, you tell such great stories, but do you know how to read them?" Of course, coming from such a small hamlet Shiro said no. Over the course of Old Tanaka's recovery, he taught the boy to read and write, taught him about other strange cultures he has visited, and firmly established Shiro's foundational education to become a scholar-warrior like his long-passed ancestor before him. Once Old Tanaka had recovered, he gave the boy the rest of his parchment and quill (some sheets still having old transaction ledgers from Tanaka's travels) and a hug, and off he went into the distance.
Years passed, but Fujimoto Shiro's aspiration never dimmed. He had a new purpose in life. It was great being able to record the vast oral tradition of the hamlet, and teach the other children to read and write. But when it came down to it, Shiro did not just want to write old tales. He wanted to create his own story. He wanted to do something worth writing about. His grandmother's tales, which he always remembered even after she passed shortly following his twelfth birthday, made out demons and spirits to be creatures of vast power though not invincible. It was then that Shiro decided his fate. On his thirteenth birthday, he left home carrying enough supplies to reach Kumogakure no Sato. He would set out to become a scholar-warrior in the truest sense with the hope of summoning forth a great spirit and defeating it. He would finally have a completely original adventure worth writing about.[/spoilername]
[spoilername="After the Bender"]
Physical Description: Fujimoto Shiro experienced a growth spurt after going on his life-altering adventure. He now stands at 174.50 cm, and weighing in at a whopping 70.10 kg. His natural hair is a rich, deep brown just like his favorite bar of 85% pure cacao chocolate. He opts to shave his head now so as to remain humble to his alien overlords. He has a distinctive case of heterochromia with one eye being green and the other a dull blue; almost gray. His skin is a deep brown tone due to his almost constant expeditions in the wild. He now wears the dark red, yellow, black, and white robes of a monk who has seen much of the world, accompanied by rough-hewn shoes made from cured animal hides, and occasionally a conical paddy hat as is traditional from his long lost hometown.
He has a scar running down his forehead across his left eye stopping just at the cheekbone, compounding the gritty contrast between its dull blue color and the brilliant green of his right. He has also accrued many tattoos throughout his journey including a full-color battle scene across his chest and back from history of antiquity, various sailor's charms around his upper arms and calves in black ink, and brilliant depictions of demons across his stomach. He takes great pride in the many-neon-colored tattoos of the alien overlords he has gotten over the rest of his body. It appears on face value they are demons, but upon closer inspection the difference between the demons on his stomach and the aliens everywhere else become quite apparent. The eyes are wider, their bodies covered in strange masses, and their overall appearance is not one of intimidation but one of supreme confidence. The tattoo artist contracted to create such work was no doubt disturbed by the request.
Mental Description: Fujimoto Shiro's informal education, voracious curiosity, and reputation as a compromiser served him well in his wild adventures. Though he will not divulge much of what happened during his bender, he came out the other side as a staunch proponent of a new religion. He claims to be the prophet, a wise sage, of this new cult. He believes himself to be the chosen one to inform his fellow humans and animals that certain alien overlords contacted him whilst atop a great mountain. They told him of their infinite power, how they have captured the souls of every being in the universe, and how every person is reincarnated to serve the aliens unless they have openly accepted the great lord Judhaks'inos-awa Jefferspin. Needless to say he has lost his grip on reality, at least as it is perceived by everyone else. He spouts short proverbs based upon knowledge gained from his bender from time to time, but he is usually harmless.
He has an as of yet undiagnosed case of brain cancer which causes him to experience vivid hallucinations. If he were to find out about this, however, it would not change his mind on his newfound spirituality.
History: Fujimoto Shiro has remained quiet about much of his journey. He will not say where he went, what happened to him, or how he survived. He has instead decided to begin writing holy texts for his newly established religion. He believes fiercely in the power of the alien overlord Judhaks'inos-awa Jefferspin and wants others to accept it as their savior. He has told his hometown, a small fishing hamlet, about his experiences, and he warned them about the aliens' practice of keeping souls in jars, forced reincarnation slavery, and the ethical codes of the aliens. He was promptly laughed out of town, and just in the nick of time. A small first mysteriously burst out after his escape which leveled half the village but harmed nobody.
Fujimoto Shiro refuses to be called by his birth name. He prefers Prophet Raiden. He does tell one story from his final days as Fujimoto Shiro. He tells about how he climbed a glorious mountain in an unnamed location. He had been hiking for days, and had just barely made it to the peak when he stumbled upon a small cavern. It caught him off guard to find such a feature at the top of a mountain, but he did not complain because the cavern allowed him a chance at respite. He laid his bedroll out, started a fledgeling campfire, and cooked some stew for himself and his animal companions which he obviously brought with him. Something was off in his stew. Perhaps the ingredients he gathered at the base of the mountain were not quite ripe, or perhaps a little too ripe. He began to see visions, and a storm cracked through the sky. The wind battered the peak of the mountain, and lightning erupted through the heavens. Fujimoto Shiro looked up and saw a strange craft flying through the sky; the chariot of the gods. This glorious saucer-shaped chariot emanated a great beam of green light which seemed to tug at him until he was at the precipice of this great machine. He was about to enter a whole new world.
Upon entering the craft, strange creatures greeted him in an imposing dialect of his native tongue. At first he believed these to be demons of which his grandmother had told him. They told him he was a worthy scholar-warrior, which of course he knew all along, and that he alone could tell the world of their presence. They told Fujimoto Shiro that he would become the prophet for their spiritual quest. They laid out to him their ethical code, their infinite abilities which allowed them to seal souls in jars, and their grand plan for the universe. Of course, he put two and two together, and figured out that these beings were not demons but aliens. They were impressed by his deductive skill and congratulated him once more before sending him back to the top of the mountain with new knowledge and a new outlook. He was to spread the word of Judhaks'inos-awa Jefferspin, the most powerful of these alien overlords, and so he did.[/spoilername]
