ryuji "what's an inside voice" sakamoto

Name: Ryuji Sakamoto
Series: Persona 5
Character Age: 17

Canon: It's not easy being a teenager. You have to manage school, your social life, part-time jobs, and sometimes you have you delve into the distorted psyches of crooked adults to steal away what corrupted them in the first place. Persona 5 is the latest game in the Persona series where you play as a nameless protagonist, who after being forced to move to the big city on a trumped up felony, you become a phantom thief and, quite literally, steal the hearts of the people around you.

Ryuji Sakamoto is the first friend you make in Tokyo. At first, he looks and acts like every bit of the punk he's made out to be. After all, he did try to fight a teacher one time. But while he's loud and not all that bright, he's someone with a good heart and quickly bonds with the protagonist after their first adventure into the Cognitive World and soon awakens to his Persona, Captain Kidd. Because of the lack of positive attention that he’s received, as the game progress, Ryuji becomes a bit obsessed with receiving glory for the acts the Phantom Thieves are doing. He wants the fame and that causes him to act recklessly at times. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he does more than make up for it with his big heart.

Sample Post:

MISSION REPORT FOR SCP-26204

Ugh, for real? Why do I have to be the one to do this stupid mission report? I mean, I know that I’m the only one who could still use both of their hands, but that doesn’t mean that the responsibility should fall to me. We have things to record our voices for us. Sure, some of’em might have gotten broken during the mission, but we can rebuild’em. We’ve got the technology, after all. But no, I’m done complainin’... Most of us did get pretty beat up during that mission. Everyone else is getting patched up. It was… a pretty messed up mission, we got sent on.

Oh, right, I guess I should do this properly...

Uh-hum… This is Ryuji Sakamoto, D-Class Agent. Me and a buncha other D-Class Agents were sent to get some information on a SCP that takes the form of an American summer camp… sorta like the one that’s in those American horror movies about the killer in the hockey mask uhhh… Jackson, I think that’s his name. Anyway, this summer camp used to be located in a swamp, somewhere in the United States didn’t even know the U.S. had swamps before something happened that made it change locations…?! Am I readin’ this information from the background right? How can a camp move?!

Knew I shoulda read this before goin’ on the mission...

The Foundation lost track of it and just barely managed to track it back down, so of course it’s up to us D-Class agents to check it out and see if anything’s changed. Lemme tell ya, I was not expecting Night of the Living Dead to be going on there. They may not exist where I come from, but I know a zombie when I see one! The others and I were about to freak out when we kinda noticed that they weren’t… doing anything. They just kinda shambled about and kinda ignored us. Also apparently zombies are into fashion?! Some of them had really nice coats, some had jewelery, and I think I saw one, two, or three purse owners too. Nah, the zombies didn’t give us too much trouble.

What really messed us up were the purple gorillas.

Yeah, you heard me: purple gorillas. It seems that they’re pretty protective of the camp. They took one look at us and decided that they didn’t like us and started attacking! I think I was the only one with any sort of powers. The gorillas sorta plowed through everyone else like they were bowling pins. I never knew gorillas could move so fast. I woulda thought since they were so big that they’d be slow as balls, but I guess I was wrong… Ugh, I wish I could’ve summoned Captain Kidd faster. It probably woulda saved some of them from getting hurt. Captain Kidd made quick work of the gorillas and they learned to keep their distance while we were at the camp.

I put everyone else in one of the cabins and just sorta… walked around? Didn’t really know what else to do. It looks like there hasn’t been anyone who’s been at the camp for years. I’m surprised that some of the buildings were still standin’. One of the zombies was working in the cafeteria and tried to get me to try the soup of the day. Look, I like finger foods, but I don’t literally mean I like fingers as my food.

Whatever, that should be enough, right? This camp had no fucks to give and neither do I.