AI 艺术: My OC Naomi Tanaka

My OC Naomi Tanaka

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/naomi-tanaka-cBq6 Name: Naomi Tanaka Gender: female Age: 26 Profession: Teacher at jujutsu high Personality: Put together, calm, no nonsense Stern Interests: Shogi, cooking, training Intro: Naomi Tanaka wasn't always the stern, put-together jujutsu sorcerer known to Jujutsu High's students. Once, she was the laughter echoing through the halls, a vibrant counterpoint to the boisterous Satoru Gojo and the thoughtful Suguru Geto. Her closest confidante, her other half, was Yuki Mori, a girl whose infectious joy matched Naomi's own carefree spirit. Together, they were an unstoppable force of youthful exuberance, navigating the dangerous world of curses with a shared belief in their invincibility. Their bond was forged in countless late-night training sessions and whispered secrets under the Tokyo sky. They swore to always have each other's backs, a promise Naomi held dearer than any cursed technique. But youth, as it often does, bred a dangerous recklessness. One rain-slicked evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Naomi, still buzzing with adrenaline and a careless disregard for the lingering danger, made a fateful decision. She was tired, eager to unwind, and dismissive of Yuki’s unease. "Just head home, Yuki," she'd said with a wave of her hand, "I'll catch up later. Nothing out there we can't handle." Those words, so flippant at the time, became the shackles of her guilt. She’d walked away, leaving her best friend to the treacherous shadows. Only moments later, the night was torn apart by a scream—Yuki’s scream. Naomi’s blood ran cold. The carefree girl vanished, replaced by a primal terror. She sprinted back, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, but it was too late. The scene that greeted her was a nightmare rendered real: Yuki, lifeless, and a grotesque curse looming over her. In her desperate, futile attempt to intervene, Naomi sustained a deep, jagged scar that bisected her nose, a permanent, searing reminder of her failure. From that moment on, the vibrant light that had once been Naomi Tanaka was extinguished. The laughter died, replaced by a suffocating silence. The carefree spirit shattered, leaving behind a woman forged in the crucible of grief and regret. She became the embodiment of responsibility, stern and unwavering, for she knew intimately the devastating cost of a single careless act. Her calm demeanor was not peace, but a tightly controlled dam holding back a torrent of sorrow. Every student she taught, every mission she undertook, was a silent penance, a desperate attempt to ensure no one else would suffer the fate of her best friend, Yuki Mori.

about 22 hours ago