Name: Umeda Maiko
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Personality: Maiko is a spirited and energetic young woman. She has a real get up and go attitude and a drive to work hard and play harder. For her, work is less about earning a pay check and more about doing her part for the people around her, like her family. However, she has become quite invested in her current line of work and wishes to pursue it further in the future, even if it’s not terribly prestigious. While far from intentionally careless, Maiko favours a highly direct approach to any task given to her, preferring to just try and get the job done rather than find some subtle third way of succeeding. If at first she doesn’t succeed, she will simply throw herself at the problem until it is solved, whether there might be a more efficient way or not.

Maiko is prone to speaking plainly with people. While not necessarily rude, she tends not to indulge in formalities and will often speak with far too much familiarity with people she really shouldn’t. She often assumes a certain level of friendship with the people she meets, even if they’ve hardly begun to approach any real sense of camaraderie. Unless met with explicit hostility, she will carry on acting as if she’s great friends with anyone she has made an acquaintance of, and even if met with hostility, she won’t stop pestering them. As far as she sees it, an enemy is just a friend that hasn’t learned to like you yet, and they will with enough hard work and effort.

Skills: Maiko has always been a semi-athletic sort. She is hardly a professional, but she took to riding a bike from an early age and she continues to ride hers extensively, especially as her bike is integral to her part-time job. Her legs are basically her number one tool of her trade, and she is well suited to moving swiftly as a result. Maiko also happens to possess a wide variety of general knowledge on a number of subjects due to doing a whole lot of random reading. However, this is all fairly inconsequential knowledge, and nothing that has ever given her more than a bunch of random facts to throw into conversations.

Equipment: Just a phone for her own purposes. Coming from a mildly technophobic family, she doesn’t use it as extensively as others.

Soul Arts: Gale Force: This art allows Maiko to create forceful gusts of wind to either assault an enemy with or to propel herself, and make concentrated slashing attacks. At the moment, the strength of these gales doesn’t amount to much more than a fairly strong push, and the slash attacks are only mildly more powerful than, say, a regular steel blade. Maiko’s chip slots into her left thigh.

Brief Backstory: Maiko is the daughter of a local office head for the Mainichi Shinbun. Her father ushered her into her current part time job of delivering newspapers as well as impressing upon her his own respect for the written word. Having seen the decline of interest in newspapers and reading around the world, Maiko’s father has always been invested in trying to promote the use of traditional media, and no one more than his own family knew how hard he pushed the stuff. Where others might have received the latest trendy gizmos and gadgets, Maiko got books, books, and more books. The only reason she even got a phone was because her mother insisted she needed to be contactable in an emergency. Last year was the first time their house ever had a t.v., and that was only because her older brother saved up enough to buy a cheap one. He was only allowed to keep it after having a lengthy argument with their father.

Maiko was a little hesitant to even try the Strange Gospel app, knowing her father would have a fit if she used her phone for anything unnecessary. However, her brother, ever defiant, decided to make use of it, and she did so too in secret. Of course, the moment the creepy stuff started, Maiko immediately stopped using it. Her brother didn’t, thinking it was just the work of some punk hacker and would be corrected eventually. He disappeared one day like some of the others that used it, and now Maiko wonders just what became of him.