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Character: Takano Miyo
Series: Higurashi no Naku koro ni.
Character Age: Late-twenties to early-thirties range.
Job: Neurosurgeon
Canon: The mountain village of Hinamizawa. Secluded deep in the Japanese countryside, its peaceful exterior hides its roots as a village founded by demons who were cast out of human society. Hinamizawa's bloody history is set in dark contrast to its modern day tranquility. Tranquility that is only offset by the gruesome murders and kidnappings that occur every year that leave the police baffled and searching for clues that may or may not exist.
Among the native rural folk is a health clinic staffed by people from the city who moved to the village to ensure it had access to modern health care and medical equipment. One such person is Takano Miyo, the calm and professional nurse at the clinic. Although Takano Miyo has lived in the village as its nurse for only a relatively few years, she has established herself as a dependable young woman. Takano always has a smile for everyone, and enjoys a good chat. Especially if she manages to swing the conversation to her favorite topic:
curses. Specifically the macabre history of Hinamizawa itself. The details of how the town's founders performed torture on outsiders who dared to enter their village are facts that Takano Miyo is happy to share with those few unfamiliar with them, whether they like it or not. She also enjoys making the odd joke, which she insists is all in good fun. Even if she happens to be the only one enjoying it.
(Major spoilers hidden under the blank text.)
Takano Miyo is the mastermind behind the series of murders that occur every year in Hinamizawa. Although posing as a nurse, she is actually a neuroscientist working for a secret government agency to cultivate and study a rare brain disorder that is found only within the village. She is an obsessed woman without morals who cares only about her research. Allowing Takano Miyo to perform brain surgery on you would be unwise.
Sample Entry:
A long long time ago, in the vast cornfields of North America's Midwest, there lied a small farming town. The people were industrious in everything they did, and yet they could not sustain themselves by their own means. Appeals to the heavens went unanswered. Eventually they chose to turn to more... unorthodox means of survival. In the manner of old Faust, they used ancient rituals to contact beings no mortal should ever encounter. With them they exchanged generations of wealth and prosperity in return for a curse. After this period of good harvest, they would befall ruin never before experienced. Famine, plague, and the destruction of their beloved town. In this misery, they would not die, but wander the fields forevermore. A cold existence frozen between life and death. Even if their feet and legs were to grind to dust from the wandering, they would still drag themselves by their arms and teeth. The only relief from such an existence? Forceful removal of the brain, now infected with disease, from the rest of the body. The mind being the temple of the spirit, only separation from this organ would allow their souls to escape their forms and find peace. What little peace could be found for them, that is.
Which brings me to the subject of you, my dear patient. Surely you realized this story must have basis in reality? I know this because I can see it reflected in what is left of your face. Your symptoms: shortness of breath, skin irritation, and decrease in motor functions leads me to believe you suffer from this curse. You poor creature. A strong human being such as yourself reduced to mindlessness and suffering. How fortunate then, that you ran into me. Not only do I have the experience to recognize this, but also the tools necessary to deal with it. Specifically, a sharp scalpel, my steady hands, and various drilling implements. I can begin the treatment right away; no waiting required on your part.
The first step is to produce a hole in the skull. I must give you my appreciation in performing this step for me, dear patient. But I fear you may have been over enthusiastic to the point of recklessness. While it certainly makes my job easier, it does leave me with less material to work with. No matter. Next I shall remove the infected part of the brain. Ah, in this case the entirety of it must be snipped just above the brain stem. I am predicting this will set you, dear patient, on the road to the fullest recovery you could hope to
achieve. My role here ends, as does yours. Farewell.
The procedure done, my former patient's brain (estimated at about one and a quarter kilograms) is rapidly cooling in my hands. The results? Undetermined. An unexplained and utterly unique illness in a secluded wilderness with a sparse population of considerably diminished mental ability did strike me as rather fitting to my talents. Yet this is clearly a situation that goes beyond normal scientific investigation methods. If this does not get results I need for proper analysis, I'll simply have to become more creative in how I go about my brain
surgery. It should not be too difficult to find new and better ways to perform. After all, it's not rocket science, is it?
[Voting here. 37 in, 1 out, 97.4% in overall.]
Series: Higurashi no Naku koro ni.
Character Age: Late-twenties to early-thirties range.
Job: Neurosurgeon
Canon: The mountain village of Hinamizawa. Secluded deep in the Japanese countryside, its peaceful exterior hides its roots as a village founded by demons who were cast out of human society. Hinamizawa's bloody history is set in dark contrast to its modern day tranquility. Tranquility that is only offset by the gruesome murders and kidnappings that occur every year that leave the police baffled and searching for clues that may or may not exist.
Among the native rural folk is a health clinic staffed by people from the city who moved to the village to ensure it had access to modern health care and medical equipment. One such person is Takano Miyo, the calm and professional nurse at the clinic. Although Takano Miyo has lived in the village as its nurse for only a relatively few years, she has established herself as a dependable young woman. Takano always has a smile for everyone, and enjoys a good chat. Especially if she manages to swing the conversation to her favorite topic:
curses. Specifically the macabre history of Hinamizawa itself. The details of how the town's founders performed torture on outsiders who dared to enter their village are facts that Takano Miyo is happy to share with those few unfamiliar with them, whether they like it or not. She also enjoys making the odd joke, which she insists is all in good fun. Even if she happens to be the only one enjoying it.
(Major spoilers hidden under the blank text.)
Takano Miyo is the mastermind behind the series of murders that occur every year in Hinamizawa. Although posing as a nurse, she is actually a neuroscientist working for a secret government agency to cultivate and study a rare brain disorder that is found only within the village. She is an obsessed woman without morals who cares only about her research. Allowing Takano Miyo to perform brain surgery on you would be unwise.
Sample Entry:
A long long time ago, in the vast cornfields of North America's Midwest, there lied a small farming town. The people were industrious in everything they did, and yet they could not sustain themselves by their own means. Appeals to the heavens went unanswered. Eventually they chose to turn to more... unorthodox means of survival. In the manner of old Faust, they used ancient rituals to contact beings no mortal should ever encounter. With them they exchanged generations of wealth and prosperity in return for a curse. After this period of good harvest, they would befall ruin never before experienced. Famine, plague, and the destruction of their beloved town. In this misery, they would not die, but wander the fields forevermore. A cold existence frozen between life and death. Even if their feet and legs were to grind to dust from the wandering, they would still drag themselves by their arms and teeth. The only relief from such an existence? Forceful removal of the brain, now infected with disease, from the rest of the body. The mind being the temple of the spirit, only separation from this organ would allow their souls to escape their forms and find peace. What little peace could be found for them, that is.
Which brings me to the subject of you, my dear patient. Surely you realized this story must have basis in reality? I know this because I can see it reflected in what is left of your face. Your symptoms: shortness of breath, skin irritation, and decrease in motor functions leads me to believe you suffer from this curse. You poor creature. A strong human being such as yourself reduced to mindlessness and suffering. How fortunate then, that you ran into me. Not only do I have the experience to recognize this, but also the tools necessary to deal with it. Specifically, a sharp scalpel, my steady hands, and various drilling implements. I can begin the treatment right away; no waiting required on your part.
The first step is to produce a hole in the skull. I must give you my appreciation in performing this step for me, dear patient. But I fear you may have been over enthusiastic to the point of recklessness. While it certainly makes my job easier, it does leave me with less material to work with. No matter. Next I shall remove the infected part of the brain. Ah, in this case the entirety of it must be snipped just above the brain stem. I am predicting this will set you, dear patient, on the road to the fullest recovery you could hope to
achieve. My role here ends, as does yours. Farewell.
The procedure done, my former patient's brain (estimated at about one and a quarter kilograms) is rapidly cooling in my hands. The results? Undetermined. An unexplained and utterly unique illness in a secluded wilderness with a sparse population of considerably diminished mental ability did strike me as rather fitting to my talents. Yet this is clearly a situation that goes beyond normal scientific investigation methods. If this does not get results I need for proper analysis, I'll simply have to become more creative in how I go about my brain
surgery. It should not be too difficult to find new and better ways to perform. After all, it's not rocket science, is it?
[Voting here. 37 in, 1 out, 97.4% in overall.]