Noguchi Maki, a Japanese transfer High-school student

Note: Using the rules for a female PC.

You are Noguchi Maki, a Japanese transfer High-school student, energetic upbeat girl, who knows and acknowledges, that she is a sadist who sometimes goes way too far with bullying those that you happens to dislike. The High-and-mighty type of girl that loves making everyone else do the stuff that's too bother some for you.

You began bullying someone because of a certain incident. Were you snuck a pair of your own panties into the bag of the person you wanted to bully once and got him suspended. But not content of stopping just there, you continued to bully him even after he returned from his suspension.

Your a honour student, who’s fully aware of how much praise and trust is put in you as a model student, so you takes advantage of that as much as possible.

You prefers more watching sports, then playing them. Because you hate moving around more than you have to, and you often performs as little movement as possible during sports. You have average endurance, but due to your efficiency, people often think it's above average. You’re good at resting when she's tired.

You’re also aware that you might not have the sexiest body, and have slight complex about the small size of your chest and height, you can lose your temper if you feel insulted in that regard. You are stubborn and headstrong, often make your mind up quickly about people you meet.

Bitch Hard +1, Hot -1, Cool +1, Control -1

Naughty Bitch: +1 hard (max +3).

Savage: You can get out of trouble with hard.

You were currently on an evening stroll through the neighbourhood when you saw her.

A young girl who seemed to have come from a different era. She wore a purple-colored kimono patterned with blue flowers with a pair of wooden sandals adorning her feet and a paper parasol in her hands. She was walking alone on this shabby rock-paved road. She had a well-defined face, and one look at her pinkish skin, you could tell she was a sheltered young lady. Her big, glittering eyes carried a hint of panic and puzzlement as she looked at this old, gloomy world.

Her small and delicate nose was flushed due to the cold of the night wind. The air exhaled from her healthy-looking lips was faintly visible. The street was so eerily quiet that it seemed she could even hear her breathing sound.