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⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉Character: Mukuro Ikusaba
Age: 18
Canon: Dangan Ronpa
Canon Point: Post-Death
Background: Wiki!Personality:Mukuro Ikusaba is dangerous. As the
Ultimate Solider, Mukuro is no stranger to combat or the battlefield––in fact, she’s completely desentized to all kinds of gore and violence. Because of a troubled childhood and time working with a mercenary group in the middle-east, Mukuro has developed an apathy and ruthlessness when it comes to taking the lives of people in her way. Mukuro doesn’t bat an eye when it comes to murdering a class full of students, nor does she when it comes to destroying the entire world with despair. The way she was shaped by battle has caused her to become cold and distant, preferring to look at situations logically as though they were a tactical battlefield decision rather than whatever minutia they might actually be. Mukuro can only relate things to the battle field, often unwittingly using metaphors or referencing to combat and weaponry. When it comes to “normal” everyday teenager subjects, Mukuro can be incredibly awkward and stilted.
Much of Mukuro’s identity is tied wholly to her sister, Junko Enoshima. Mukuro idolizes her sister above all else despite that fact that Junko has abused Mukuro for all of her life. Mukuro has been so thoroughly cut down by Junko for all of her life that she feels not only inferior to her, but utterly insignificant. Mukuro sees herself as ugly, smelly, stupid, and useless for everything but killing people. Mukuro would do anything for her sister, and takes great pleasure in Junko’s acts of violence and debasement towards her. When Junko attempts to murder Mukuro with an ice pick on a whim, Mukuro blushes and smiles fondly that Junko is giving her such attention. After everything Junko has done to her, Mukuro can’t help being masochistic.
Mukuro is meek, submissive, and obedient when it comes to Junko. Junko has distorted Mukuro’s worldview to where she takes pleasure in the suffering of despair––both inflicting it and receiving it. Because of her reliance on Junko, Mukuro can be a bit lost without her direction, and it is only when Junko’s influence is removed from her that she starts to question her own actions. Mukuro’s world revolves around Junko, and it is because of this that she has little in the ways of goals or die surges outside of Junko. Mukuro doesn’t show much interest in the world outside of her bubble, simply moving through life wherever it, and Junko, take her. As far as her future is concerned, it feels like quite the mystery.
While Mukuro is a violent killer under the thumb of a dangerous megalomaniac, she isn’t so far gone that she doesn’t have a sense of self with her own wants, likes, and feelings. When Mukuro and Junko begin living at Hope’s Peak Academy as part of the 78th class, Mukuro started to develop a better sense of individuality. When Makoto Naegi is smiles at her, it has a profound effect on her personality, having never had another person show her that kind of innocent, earnest kindness. Mukuro begins to have doubts about the killing game that Junko was planning with her classmates and even specifically tries to get Junko to spare Makoto’s life. In the light novel “Dangan Ronpa IF”, it’s Makoto’s memories and feelings towards Mukuro that get her to finally forsake her sister and become her own person, showing the capacity for her to change.
Abilities: As the Ultimate Soldier, Mukuro is an expert at hand to hand combat and a master at all manners of weapons. Mukuro has seen years and years of combat but has never once been wounded–a testament to her level of skills. She can murder numerous trained soldiers effortlessly with everything from a sword to grenades to all kinds of firearms. Her reflexes and speed are far above the level of a normal human, and due to her Ultimate nature, she can adapt to almost any combat situation instantaneously. Her skills expand to being able to manipulate the body, with her having been shown capable of giving a lobotomy in order to achieve the desired degree of suggestion in someone she was attempting to brainwash.
Alignment: Peromei. Mukuro Ikusaba fits in peromei because, well, her entire universe revolves around hope and despair. She’s one of the “sister of despair”, having essentially destroyed the modern world by infecting all of society with despair. Despite this, hope is always tugging at her, and there is certainly part of her inside that wants the hope of a future that isn’t determined by her sister. The two are always at odds.
Other: ⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉General Sample: TDM!Emotion Sample: She’s alone. It had been how long? Two years? Two wickedly long years of despair. And now, it was over. Her mind is racing initially, recounting her fleeting, final moments. The blood. The immense pain that slowly disappeared as her mind submitted to the darkness. The ultimate despair. In one way, it was everything she could have wanted, but…
No one told her it was going to be so scary.
Not just dying. But being
alone. Knowing that wherever she is, Junko Enoshima is not out there. How could she be? Mukuro Ikusaba is dead, and Junko Enoshima is alive. The person she loved. All of her direction, her future, it was all rooted in Junko Enoshima. The soft grass beneath her feet, and the blue sky hanging overhead serve to do nothing but taunt her. Is this heaven? Is this hell? She idly wonders, desperately trying to clear her chaotic mind. Is this the despair Junko wanted for her? It doesn’t feel like it. She was falling, and she came to a sudden stop. Everything stopped. Wherever she is, it doesn’t matter. The clock has been turned back to zero. Mukuro Ikusaba’s heart is empty.
Idly, or even perhaps defiantly, Mukuro grabs a fistful of dirt and grass, as if desperate to prove that any of this is real. Does it matter if it’s real or not? Why is she asking herself so many questions? Is it because no one is here to guide her?
When did the grass turn grey? The green blades of grass and brown slip out of her fingers, now both a cold shade of grey. She tries wiping off the remaining grey residue from her palm but...her palm is grey too. With apathy, she raises her arm as the grey seems to spread across her. There’s no fear. Only apathy as the grey continues to thread. It doesn’t matter. None of this matters anymore. As Mukuro spins around, the entire world seems to fade into a hazy grey mixture. The grass, the trees, the rocks, and Mukuro herself. The spin ends with Mukuro falling onto her back, staring up at the sky that seems to no longer be there.
Mukuro lays still as the color drains, draining so severely until lines are hardly indistinguishable from one another.
Maybe she’ll die a second time.
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