[ At first she thought it might just be some trick of the light, but as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her bleary eyes ... no, the walls were definitely a different color. The walls were painted differently, the bed she was laying on was entirely new to her, none of the furniture had even a passing resemblance to the pieces that decorated her bedroom -- the dimensions of the room were completely wrong.
[ This ... this wasn't her room.
[ This wasn't her room, and the sheer, black, lace-trimmed robe she was wearing wasn't the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.
[ Where was she? How did she get here? Who or what had brought her here?
[ She had no answers for any of those questions, and as that realization settled in she began to feel her chest tightening with anxiety. She looked around the room, desperately scanning her surroundings for anything familiar that might ground her or anything that could clue her in on what was happening … but what caught her eye wasn’t actually inside the room.
[ Outside the nearby window was the head of a massive chicken - sitting atop what appeared to be broad, human shoulders - staring directly at her through the glass.
[ And seeing that, Makoto takes the only reasonable course of action:
[ She screams, launching herself backwards off the bed towards the wall opposite the window, because what the HELL is that?! ]
2. Actor Resume
MAKOTO NIIJIMA
Height: 164cm Age: 18 Eye color: Red Hair color: Brown
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• The smart but demure girl next door! • The diligent, hard-working leader! • The beautiful but fearsome queen!
KINKS & FETISHES
• Praise • Light BDSM • Fighting for Top
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Martial Arts training • Proficient with handguns • Stunt driving • Deductive reasoning & sharp memory
3. (Possessed) Wardrobe
[ By the time that Makoto finally steps out of her trailer, she’s a little calmer. She still isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but she’s at least had a little time to get her bearings and compose herself … though that composure is being sorely tested.
[ Apparently, she’s been cast in a movie – a leading role as ‘The Dragon Lord’ in a fantasy film called “Lord of the Wings.” How exactly this happened, she has no idea, but no matter how firmly she insisted that she wasn’t an actress, the production crew was adamant that she was perfect for the part and that the movie needed her desperately, and under that combination of flattery and pressure, she eventually relented.
[ She was a little disappointed in herself for giving in … but maybe this could still serve a practical purpose. Playing along gave her a chance to gather information about this place, The Golden Peacock according to the watch on her wrist, and why and how she’d wound up here. In the best case scenario, she might be able to simply leave - or wake up, if this was some bizarre dream - once she’d completed her part. At worst, she’d have a better sense of how she might escape.
[ If this was a Palace, and what else could it be if it wasn’t a dream, there had to be an exit. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could go home, and she needed to go home. Sis needed her help, the others needed her help, and she couldn't afford to waste time here - wherever here really was.
[ She tried to push that out of her mind. If she wasn’t focused, it was going to be that much harder to escape and get back to the things that mattered. Try as she might, though … maintaining focus was difficult once she arrived at wardrobe and actually saw the costume they wanted her to wear.
[ The scaly headdress and prosthetic horns and tail fit within her expectations, but all that was on the mannequin next to it were prosthetic scales meant to be applied to skin, shaped into something that loosely resembled a strapless, one-piece bathing suit without any material to cover someone’s stomach or cleavage. ]
Wh-what …?
[ This can not be right. ]
4. HMU
[ There she was.
[ Sitting in the makeup chair, her robe over her full costume in an attempt to preserve some kind of modesty, face flushed bright red as she reads over the script that was handed to her once she’d been convinced into her wardrobe … though “script” felt a little generous considering that it was just one page.
[ But even though it was brief, there was still more than enough on that page to shock her into mortified silence.
[ They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes.
[The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes.
[only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
[ She physically jumped in her seat when she heard footsteps approaching. ]
Th-this has to be some kind of mistake. I am not doing any of this!
5. Roll Cameras!
[ By the time that director called “Action!” those reservations were a distant memory, swept aside as costume’s possession set in.
[ When Makoto stepped out from behind one of the crystal cave’s walls, ready to greet the warriors in the heart of the Dragon Lord’s lair, so much brazen confidence radiated from her she might as well have actually owned the place. ]
So, you’ve arrived at last! [ She sneers, looking the nearest would-be hero up and down. ] I didn’t think you’d make it this far … though perhaps you’re made of sterner stuff than I thought.
6. Wildcard!
[ Feel free to start something new if none of the above jump out at you. You could run into her on her way to wardrobe, at the premiere, on one of the indie films … if you’re not sure about what or you want to plot something out, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at The_Raging_Nerd!
[ I haven’t put together a kinklist yet, but Makoto is 18 and I play her with a slight lean towards f/f for any sexual situations, though I’d prefer not to go all the way on the TDM and cap things at makeouts and heavy petting until she’s actually in the game.
[ For any canonmates, I'm taking her from shortly after the start of Sae’s Palace … because, y’know, why not make this as stressful as possible for her. ]
Makoto Niijima | Persona 5 Royal | New Character
[ The first thing Makoto noticed was the walls.
[ They were the wrong color.
[ At first she thought it might just be some trick of the light, but as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her bleary eyes ... no, the walls were definitely a different color. The walls were painted differently, the bed she was laying on was entirely new to her, none of the furniture had even a passing resemblance to the pieces that decorated her bedroom -- the dimensions of the room were completely wrong.
[ This ... this wasn't her room.
[ This wasn't her room, and the sheer, black, lace-trimmed robe she was wearing wasn't the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.
[ Where was she? How did she get here? Who or what had brought her here?
[ She had no answers for any of those questions, and as that realization settled in she began to feel her chest tightening with anxiety. She looked around the room, desperately scanning her surroundings for anything familiar that might ground her or anything that could clue her in on what was happening … but what caught her eye wasn’t actually inside the room.
[ Outside the nearby window was the head of a massive chicken - sitting atop what appeared to be broad, human shoulders - staring directly at her through the glass.
[ And seeing that, Makoto takes the only reasonable course of action:
[ She screams, launching herself backwards off the bed towards the wall opposite the window, because what the HELL is that?! ]
2. Actor Resume
Height: 164cm
Age: 18
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Brown
• The smart but demure girl next door!
• The diligent, hard-working leader!
• The beautiful but fearsome queen!
• Praise
• Light BDSM
• Fighting for Top
• Martial Arts training
• Proficient with handguns
• Stunt driving
• Deductive reasoning & sharp memory
3. (Possessed) Wardrobe
[ By the time that Makoto finally steps out of her trailer, she’s a little calmer. She still isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but she’s at least had a little time to get her bearings and compose herself … though that composure is being sorely tested.
[ Apparently, she’s been cast in a movie – a leading role as ‘The Dragon Lord’ in a fantasy film called “Lord of the Wings.” How exactly this happened, she has no idea, but no matter how firmly she insisted that she wasn’t an actress, the production crew was adamant that she was perfect for the part and that the movie needed her desperately, and under that combination of flattery and pressure, she eventually relented.
[ She was a little disappointed in herself for giving in … but maybe this could still serve a practical purpose. Playing along gave her a chance to gather information about this place, The Golden Peacock according to the watch on her wrist, and why and how she’d wound up here. In the best case scenario, she might be able to simply leave - or wake up, if this was some bizarre dream - once she’d completed her part. At worst, she’d have a better sense of how she might escape.
[ If this was a Palace, and what else could it be if it wasn’t a dream, there had to be an exit. The sooner she found it, the sooner she could go home, and she needed to go home. Sis needed her help, the others needed her help, and she couldn't afford to waste time here - wherever here really was.
[ She tried to push that out of her mind. If she wasn’t focused, it was going to be that much harder to escape and get back to the things that mattered. Try as she might, though … maintaining focus was difficult once she arrived at wardrobe and actually saw the costume they wanted her to wear.
[ The scaly headdress and prosthetic horns and tail fit within her expectations, but all that was on the mannequin next to it were prosthetic scales meant to be applied to skin, shaped into something that loosely resembled a strapless, one-piece bathing suit without any material to cover someone’s stomach or cleavage. ]
Wh-what …?
[ This can not be right. ]
4. HMU
[ There she was.
[ Sitting in the makeup chair, her robe over her full costume in an attempt to preserve some kind of modesty, face flushed bright red as she reads over the script that was handed to her once she’d been convinced into her wardrobe … though “script” felt a little generous considering that it was just one page.
[ But even though it was brief, there was still more than enough on that page to shock her into mortified silence.
[ They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes.
[The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes.
[only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
[ She physically jumped in her seat when she heard footsteps approaching. ]
Th-this has to be some kind of mistake. I am not doing any of this!
5. Roll Cameras!
[ By the time that director called “Action!” those reservations were a distant memory, swept aside as costume’s possession set in.
[ When Makoto stepped out from behind one of the crystal cave’s walls, ready to greet the warriors in the heart of the Dragon Lord’s lair, so much brazen confidence radiated from her she might as well have actually owned the place. ]
So, you’ve arrived at last! [ She sneers, looking the nearest would-be hero up and down. ] I didn’t think you’d make it this far … though perhaps you’re made of sterner stuff than I thought.
6. Wildcard!
[ Feel free to start something new if none of the above jump out at you. You could run into her on her way to wardrobe, at the premiere, on one of the indie films … if you’re not sure about what or you want to plot something out, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk at
[ I haven’t put together a kinklist yet, but Makoto is 18 and I play her with a slight lean towards f/f for any sexual situations, though I’d prefer not to go all the way on the TDM and cap things at makeouts and heavy petting until she’s actually in the game.
[ For any canonmates, I'm taking her from shortly after the start of Sae’s Palace … because, y’know, why not make this as stressful as possible for her. ]