#sinister.emily

[sinister-official]

EMILY

BIODATA

BIRTH NAME: Takara Natsuko

BIRTHDAY: 18 August 1998 (Leo)

BIRTHPLACE: Kyoto, Japan

HOMETOWN: Kyoto, Japan

ETHNICITY: Japanese

NATIONALITY: Japanese

FACECLAIM: Miyawaki Sakura (IZ*ONE/HKT48)

HEIGHT: 163cm

WEIGHT: 43kg

BLOOD TYPE: A+

CAREER

STAGE NAME: Emily

LABEL: Stratagem Entertainment

GROUP: Sinister

GROUP POSITION: Leader, center, lead dancer

TRIVIA

Emily speaks Japanese, Korean and English.

[sinister-official]

PRINCESS

BIODATA

BIRTH NAME: Natsuko [surname classified]

BIRTHDAY: Unknown

BIRTHPLACE: Japan (exact location unknown)

HOMETOWN: Japan (exact location unknown)

ETHNICITY: Japanese

NATIONALITY: Japanese

FAMILY

Her father runs the largest and most profitable criminal organization in East Asia (referred to in most law enforcement organizations as the Syndicate, or the Japanese Syndicate)

Has an unknown number of siblings

KNOWN TALENTS

Enhanced strength, speed, agility, senses [no upper limit observed]

Highly advanced healing factor, which manifests as green, crystalline formations which sprout around injuries, repairing and reviving the tissue within minutes or hours

Limited heat/light generation from her hands, capable of setting small fires but not melting steel or anything like that

Her father is orders of magnitude stronger than that, of course

VICTIMS

Unknown number of dead [unknown causes]

Unknown number of injured [unknown causes]

[sinister-official]

INTRO: “PRINCESS“ (6/6)

WORD COUNT: 0.6k // SUMMARY: A man and a girl talk.

Most called it the Syndicate, but Konoe preferred to think of it as home. It had plucked him from the streets and bestowed upon him an education. He could not fathom how he would survive if it were to expel him.

There were times, though, when he genuinely questioned his commitment to the organization.

“Why an idol group, though?“

The girl opposite him rolled her eyes. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with large eyes and a garishly-decorated phone case, but Konoe did not know how old she truly was. She could have been his age, or even older. Her family was remarkably long-lived and well-preserved, after all; it would not have come as a surprise. “Konoe-san, think about it! They’ll never suspect us if we pose as idols!“

“It would be cheaper to buy out a company and use it to funnel resources into Seoul,“ Konoe tried, attempting to sound as polite as possible. “We have a foothold, do we not? We’ll import manpower from our strongholds, and seize control of the trafficking networks, the protection rackets, the -“

“You’re thinking like an accountant,“ the girl sighed. “Have a little more flair, Konoe-san.“ She leaned in, oblivious to how the pair of them would look to outsiders - a serious-looking gentleman sitting opposite an immaculately-dressed coquette - and continued. “In any case, someone else will handle the nitty-gritty. All that you’ve mentioned - the acquisitions, the footwork, the dissemination of orders - that’ll be taken care of. If they need any extra strength, a little bit of a push -“ and here she pressed, gently, into the metal table, leaving a dent - “we’ll be there to help.“

Are you sure this isn’t just you wanting to strike out on your own? Konoe thought. Instead of voicing his thoughts, though (which would have earned him a severe and violent reprimand), he cleared his throat. “As you say, miss.“

The girl smiled. “Excellent, Konoe-san. I’m surprised that you only argued for this long.“

“What are your plans?“

The girl extended her manicured nails and counted them off. “There’s me, and then there’s Chiemi. So, two. There’s the girl whom we’re keeping in the basement - three. The two aspiring idols in Seoul -“ She paused. “Oh, speaking of which, Konoe-san, that’s another reason. They want to be idols. It would be a good way to bring them on-side, wouldn’t you think?“

You wanted to become an idol too, Konoe thought. “Yes, miss.“

“So, that’s five.“ The girl tilted her head, pursed her lips, and smiled. “And, to round things off… well, there was a young lady who came to us for help last week.“

Konoe sighed in the privacy of his mind. “Ah, yes?“

“She’s hiding from the Americans. There was an incident in California.“

Konoe blinked. “Is it…” He swallowed. “Is it the incident which they are calling the Caltech Massacre?“

“Oh, so you’ve heard of it. You suspected the same thing we did, didn’t you?“ The girl giggled. “You’re really smart, Konoe-san. Anyway, we have confirmation. She’ll be the sixth member of our little group, once we’ve ironed out the kinks and cleaned her up a little.” She sighed. “She really is a foul little creature, isn’t she? She deserves that makeover.“

“Of course, miss,“ Konoe said. “Of course.“

“You’ll handle all contacts with the homeland, naturally, and you’ll be our first point of contact when communicating with management. I’ll need some insulation between myself and them.“

“Shall I lay the groundwork, then?“

“Do so,“ the girl said, waving a hand. “Name it whatever you like, but make sure that the staff are loyal beyond reproach.“

“As you say, miss.“

[sinister-official]

7 for Emily !

So, two of my ask games are structured similarly, i.e. both of them contain numbers from 1 to 20 (or 30). Therefore, I’ll answer this ask in relation to both of the aforementioned ask games.

Describe her in three words. Now let her describe her in three words.

For me, I’d say that she’s driven, thoughtful and merciless.

Me? Emily smiles. I’m the best. A pause. Oh, you want two more words? Well, I’d say that I can be firm, but I’m also quite forgiving. In a certain sense of the word.

What’s her handwriting like?

My handwriting? She looks at her hands. Well, I’d say my handwriting is decent. I’ve never tried to make it look fancy, but if you were to ask for my personal opinion, I’d say it’s quite pretty. If I’m in a rush, though, it can get a little illegible, but most people can still read my writing even then.