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I know, we all hate these but please just at least skim these?  ♠ ┊ admin -not much to say about this one. i have off days where health takes priority along with real life. i take tuesday - thursday for real life stuff. not being patient will simply get you deleted.this is a hobby, not a job. it's annoying that in 2024 we still have to mention this. discord - will be given to those i feel comfortable with / speak to.   ♠ ┊ character - arisu tobita is a non canon made for the my hero academia verse. the often excitable daughter of gentle criminal & an unknown lady. arisu's quirk is called 'topsy turvy'; i'll have more on her profile in due time. arisu was in a mental health facility before UA as a child due to her grandparents who were confused at the quirk. ( she has a cheshire cat like 'quirk guardian' who sometimes helps - or hinderances, with her quirk )can write as her as canon to her lore or a villain ( she runs away from UA to the league ).♠ ┊ drama - is an absolute no go. i don't care who you're having issues with, do not drag me into something i have no business with. i keep to myself on this site, i don't engage in this bs. ♠ ┊ nsfw / relationSHIPS - if you're just here for ero or smut, please leave. it won't be happening unless in a proper storyline.now that the creepers have left, ships are fairly open. i'll leave it to storylines. ♠ ┊ storylines / writing - i'll write pretty much everything except the point above. i prefer to discuss rather than do random starters, it's just a personal thing really. whilst i'm a multi para + writer, i'm adaptable. no one ever needs to feel that they need to match my length. quality > quantity. 

Data File #2       There are three Primary Realms of Existence, according to the teachings of the Demon Realm. These realms are the Immaculate Realm, inhabited by the Angels, Gods, and other Spirits and creatures that would be considered to be "good" or "holy." Next is the Mortal Realm, inhabited by the Humans and Animals that "the world" is accustomed to. Finally, there is the Demon Realm, where Satoshi was born. This realm is inhabited by the Demons, Devils, and Monsters common in Mortal folklore.     The Immaculate Realm was founded by the Gods long before recorded time. Here, the land is peaceful and plentiful. Verdant valleys, crystal clear lakes and rivers, colorful and beautiful smelling flora; it is a land of color and calm. It is in this land that the Angels and other Spirits that have not been corrupted by evil and hatred live out their lives, or afterlives.     The Mortal Realm is both noisome and quiet, aromatic and foul, beautiful and hideous. This place, with it's wide open plains and towering, compact cities is where the Humans and other mortal creatures call their home. Beings here carry out what most from the other two realms would call a menial and monotonous lives. The creatures zeal for life and ability to create has fascinated many others from the other realms, though, for centuries. Some mortals have even been given a ranking and life among the other realms based on their achievements.     Finally, we have the Demon Realm. This place is a burning, desolate, putrid wasteland throughout. There are, of course, few areas where things are not quite so fetid and outright deadly, but they are few and far between. The entirety of the Demon Realm is a survival test, only allowing the strongest to thrive. Or the best at adapting. The lives found here belong to those Demons and Devils that were corrupted in Mortal life then died, or were born directly from the land itself.

Data File #1Name: Satoshi HoshimaruRace: DemonAge: 118 years oldHeight: 6' 0" (183 cm)Weight: 172 pounds (78 kg)Eye Color: RubyHair Color: Scarlet       Satoshi Hoshimaru is a Demon male born in the depths of the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm exists in the same place as the Mortal Realm, but on a different plane. Think of it like another dimension that occupies the same physical space, but doesn't interact with the Mortal Realm. More will be explained about the Demon Realm in another file.     Satoshi was born in the Demon Realm, but as soon as he could, he left. He wanted to explore the Mortal Realm, having found himself nearly obsessed with the Mortals that traversed the realm. He was mesmerized by their art, fashion style, and stories. But what fascinated him most was the fighting. Mortals could find any reason to fight, just as Demons could. Where the two races differed, however, is that Mortals could fight and then celebrate with their former opponent the next moment. Demons fought to the death. Always. And so, when Satoshi found he had gathered the strength required to leave, he left. And he never looked back.     Satoshi has a fairly lighthearted outlook on life. He was born in a realm where creatures battled to survive daily, but he hasn't let that ruin his sense of humor. To the Mortals, his humor can be considered cold, at times. But he is a passionate being with his own complex moral code. Many of those that have tried to nail down a certain aspect of his character have found themselves grasping at straws. The Demon does not create friendships easily, but once he considers someone a friend, he is loyal to the death. And violently protective.     He is usually found wearing a black coat that hangs down to the middle of his calf with no shirt underneath. On his legs, he wears black, slack-style pants that appear slim but fit loosely, freeing up his movement. Completing the ensemble, he can almost always be found wearing black loafer style shoes. A chain bracelet, black as obsidian, dangles from his right wrist, a small one-inch long dagger talisman hanging from it. In the hilt of the dagger is a crimson jewel. A matching bracelet hangs from his left wrist, but silver in color, with a small, elegantly engraved shield talisman.     His scarlet locks will almost always flow freely from his head, a curtain of blood and flame gracing his shoulders. Overall, his hair hangs down to just above his butt in back, reaching to about his navel in the front. His bangs hang down to partially obscure his ruby eyes, piercing and bright. His ears come to a point, similar to that of the elves described in Mortal fables. His body overall has a slim build that belies his true strength. Poking out from his scarlet tresses, Satoshi has two curved, black horns on either side of his head, matching the large, black wings that grace his back. His total wingspan when fully outstretched is eighteen feet, each wing stretching to an estimated eight feet long.

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  Full Name: Yuri Leclerc   Aliases: Yuri-bird, Yurikins, Underground Lord, Savage Mockingbird   Birthday: 12th of the Verdant Rain Moon; Imperial Year 1160 (August 12th)   Age: 19–20 (Pre-Timeskip), 25–26 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 5'7" (171 cm)   Personality: Described as being of crass speech but extremely devoted to the protection of Abyssians, even when it is not easy to tell, it is clear that Yuri is quite sharp-tongued and reserved upon his introduction, dryly teasing his fellow classmates. However, he is also shown to be kind under his rough exterior, and he cares deeply for the safety of those who live in Abyss, due to his upbringing in which he barely survived a plague that killed numerous villagers, thanks to the assistance of an elderly man his family had taken care of.Such caring is why he sides with any nation regardless of route chosen, stating that he doesn't like fighting losing battles and wants to ensure the safety of his people. This is further reflected on how he doesn't stay in the nation he allied with in his solo ending on any route, and always returns to the underground to ensure the prosperity of the Abyssians.Despite his looks, Yuri can be quite frightening when he wants to be, as his reputation as the Savage Mockingbird was established from swindling, participating in illicit markets, and manipulating others for a living in order to help the less fortunate by putting on a charming nature in order to manipulate the more privileged into giving him what he wants, with few daring to cross him.Like Claude, Yuri is an extremely skilled tactician and his personality can catch others off-guard. He always ensures that his tactics will always work as desired, even if it means he has to temporarily betray his allies without making them aware of his plans, and as such, he will often execute them alone, although he does appreciate assistance if offered. Being the boss of a gang of Abyssians, Yuri is also good at keeping secrets, although he will disclose them to those he has complete trust in.Despite being flippant about it, Yuri's honorable spirit makes him think little of himself due to his shady past, even telling a young girl that she should never say she wants to grow up to be like him. This also leads to him being genuinely shamed by the killings that landed him in Abyss, to the point of objecting when Rhea states she'll allow him to leave, only for her to point out that Yuri must live with what he has done. Yuri also holds absolute contempt for Miklan, calling him a slimebag for being a more repugnant criminal than he is along with believing he could run Miklan's gang in a better way.Yuri's roster profile reveals that he has a hatred of singing in public, reflected in a low affinity for attending Choir Practice and disliking being given a Book of Sheet Music as a gift. He is in fact an incredibly talented singer, and is shown in supports with Dorothea that he still will sing for children on occasion. It is revealed that his hatred for singing comes from his time spent in the Imperial capital, as during the peak of Dorothea's popularity as a diva, nobles vying for her "were willing to compromise with an inferior substitute", describing the experience of pleasing the nobles as leaving him feeling "filthy and unlovable".He is quite flirtatious with Byleth at times, though it can be quite difficult to tell whether it is genuine or not. He is also a devout believer of Seiros, as is his mother, and claims to have a habit of praying before any big event ever since he was little.   Backstory:He was born in the year 1160, in a poor town in Western Faerghus. His mother was a prostitute, and the identity of his father is unknown.At some point during his childhood, his family hosted and nursed an elderly man back to health. As a token of gratitude, he taught him how to read and write, the memory of which he kept within a notebook. Some time later, he fell deathly ill to a plague which wiped almost his entire town, but was saved and healed by the same elderly man, who passed away some time later due to natural causes. This chain of events inspired him to obtain his compassionate resolve. Full Name: Balthus von Albrecht   Aliases: King of Grappling   Birthday: 9th of the Blue Sea Moon; Imperial Year 1153 (July 9th)   Age: 26-27 (Pre-Timeskip), 32–33 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 6'6" (198 cm)   Personality: Rowdy by nature, Balthus is straightforward and non-judgmental, being one of the few to not fuss over things like Lysithea's quirks. He is surprisingly empathetic, as he was close with his younger half-brother and always believed he was better suited to be the head of their family, so he chose to leave in order to make handing his over inheritance that much easier.As the oldest student of the Officer's Academy, Balthus enjoys gambling and drinking, one of the primary reasons of his being in debt, but cannot control his urges to do so. While he may ask people for small loans, most notably Hilda, he never directly asks others to assist him in paying off his debts, as he prefers to resolve them by himself. If someone offers him any sort of aid, and he cannot repay them immediately, he vows to repay such favors someday no matter what.Despite his hearty and careless personality, Balthus can be quite insightful, which is referenced in both his budding talent in Reason, and the fact that he's the only person who can not only keep up with Claude's defensiveness over his past and his prodding, but he even turns it back on him, leaving Claude genuinely indignant and hypocritically upset at Balthus for trying to get a read into his past.Balthus is on good terms with Holst and his younger sister Hilda, despite not being in contact with them for years. He tries his best to take care of Hilda, even well after the timeskip, where he upholds the promise made to Holst years ago before hiding in Abyss. He also respects Holst's combat capabilities, stating that he wouldn't have a chance if he had to fight him. This respect turns into a prominent weakness that Hilda exploits to rein in Balthus' love for gambling and reckless behavior.   Backstory:Balthus' mother is a commoner from Kupala, a very secluded region within Leicester. His father is the leader of the Albrecht clan, a minor noble family from the east of the Alliance. She left Kupala to see the world, and he rescued her from danger; the two fell in love, married and had Balthus, but his mother was loathed by her husband's clansmates due to her lowborn origins so they constantly harassed her. The couple were forced to part ways: Balthus' mother returned to Kupala, and Balthus remained with his paternal family as the heir apparent, even when he did not consider himself cut to be the heir.Some time after the departure of Balthus' mother, Lord Albrecht was forced to marry a local noblewoman who also bore him a son, albeit one with no Crest. Balthus and his younger half-brother were pretty close, but the boy's mother loathed her stepson and was obsessed with her son becoming the heir of the family. All of this was followed by Balthus' own unruly behavior and the discovery of his Crest of Chevalier when he entered the Officer's Academy; his Crest was not supposed to have been passed on to anyone after the failure of the Rite of Rising, so Balthus and Lord Albrecht had lots of problems to keep the secret from the clan. Some time after Balthus' graduation he decided to run away since not only he was harassed by debt collectors and other enemies, he greatly feared that his cruel stepmother would either harm his mother and the Kupalans as revenge against him, take her frustrations on his father, or pit him against his brother.As he ran away from everyone in Leicester, after a bad encounter with bounty hunters near the Bridge of Myrddin he reached the territory of Lysithea's parents in Ordelia. By then, House Ordelia was already dominated by the Empire and could not give him shelter, but they still fed him and helped him escape from his pursuers despite the danger they were in. He has never forgotten the kindness of the Ordelias and hopes to repay them someday, as he explains to Lysithea in their supports.Eventually, Balthus made his way to Abyss, managing to lay low until it was safe to come out again.   Full Name: Constance von Nuvelle   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 20th of the Lone Moon, Imperial year 1161 (March 20th)   Age: 18-19 (Pre-Timeskip), 23–24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 5'5" (164 cm)   Personality: Constance speaks in a domineering, haughty tone, but maintains a scope of politeness and refined speech, being a noble before hiding in Abyss. At times, she can be rude, especially when loudly voicing her aspirations to restore House Nuvelle. Interestingly, Constance also seems to need praise to feel better about herself, as in her victory quotes she demands recognition.Due to the tragedy that befell her house, Constance suffers from dual personality disorder. Her aforementioned personality are her dominant traits when indoors or outdoors during darker hours or overcast days. When she is exposed to sunlight, she is much more lethargic, apathetic, and even self-deprecating. Her tone is much more polite, but always stated in a manner that seems like she is inconveniencing her conversational partner. This trait is also uniquely reflected in gameplay, as her personality exhibited during a given battle depends on the environment in which it's set.Magical research and development are Constance's favorite activities, believing that it is the best (and only) way to restore House Nuvelle and return it to prominence. However, these spells tend to have questionable utility, such as a spell that gives a rainbow hue to tea which, while beautiful, is ultimately useless. Another spell she develops – after an (ironic) suggestion of Yuri to “get down on all fours and lick [the nobles’] boots” in their C support (which she took literally) – would turn leather into licorice, something that earns her bewilderment from Yuri. That said, in most of her endings, her research eventually culminates in restoring House Nuvelle and making it well known across Fódlan.She holds some distaste for the Adrestian Empire as its actions led to her parents' deaths. Though she bears no grudge against Edelgard, even speaking in a friendly manner to her, she coldly dismisses her apologies for her father's actions. However, she admits if she had known about Edelgard being the Flame Emperor, she would have done everything in her power to stop her, even if it stopped her chance at restoring her family. Should Constance be recruited in Crimson Flower, though, she’ll change her viewpoint after admitting to forcing information out of Edelgard.   Backstory:Constance was originally a lady of House Nuvelle, a noble family from the Adrestian Empire that collapsed during the Dagda and Brigid War a few years ago, and is the only survivor. The tragedy that befell House Nuvelle deeply traumatized her, giving her a dual personality disorder that triggers when exposed to direct sunlight, as it reminded her of House Nuvelle's destruction. She is also a childhood friend of Mercedes.She attended the Fhirdiad Royal School of Sorcery and graduated in Year 1177.Following the collapse of House Nuvelle, Constance moved to Abyss, although she hasn't given up on her dream of reviving House Nuvelle, and she is watching vigilantly for a chance to do great things and gain worldwide recognition. Full Name: Hapi   Aliases: Half-Decade Hapi   Birthday: 15th of the Guardian Moon, Imperial year 1159 (January 15th)   Age: 20-21 (Pre-Timeskip), 25–26 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 169 cm (about 5'7")   Personality: Hapi is a passive girl who does not hide her general apathy to life, tending to hold a disinterested attitude towards everything due to her treatment by Cornelia in her youth. This is in part due to her curse, as Cornelia's experiments on her Crest would cause numerous monsters to arrive. As such, she tries to keep her emotions in check and not sigh as much as possible.Having a rather negative view towards authority and society in general, Hapi is the most cynical among those at the Officer's Academy towards the Church, and its knights in particular, seeing them as self-righteous and only doing good when it's convenient for them, as the Church and Knights of Seiros promised to help fix the curse that had been placed on her when she was rescued by them, only to force her to stay in Abyss "for the greater good" when no solution was able to be found, which she readily acknowledged as truth, but still believes acted as an excuse to make sure that if her powers did hurt someone, it wouldn't be anyone important. She ends up softening her views over time and acknowledges not all of them are bad when the church does truly charitable things (such as taking in the Remire villagers).Unlike her fellow Ashen Wolves, Hapi is very uncomfortable with having to fight the other nations due to how much she dislikes the idea of fighting people she once knew, often pointing out in Crimson Flower that she is not fully onboard with the war, and mainly fights out of belief in Byleth, with her quotes changing to her being more remorseful and having an air of self-justification.Hapi prefers to call other people by nicknames based on what she sees and believes of them. She calls Byleth "Chatterbox", Edelgard is "Eddy", Dimitri is "Didi", Claude is "Claudester", Hubert is "The Bert", Linhardt is "Linny", Ashe is "Freckles", Ignatz is "Iggy", Yuri is "Yuri-bird", Balthus is "B", Constance is "Coco", Catherine is "Cathy", Shamir is "Shammi" and Judith is "Judy".   Backstory:Hapi was born in the hidden village of Timotheos. When she was nine, she ran away, wishing to see the world, leaving her parents behind. While roaming, she was abducted and subjected to magical experiments. As a result, whenever she sighs, monsters are drawn to her.After being freed at age seventeen, Hapi found refuge in a church in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Three years later, however, she was discovered by the Knights of Seiros, and subsequently relocated to Abyss. She saw her relocation as a betrayal since the Church of Seiros explained that they'd actively help her fix her curse, only to essentially imprison her in Abyss when they were unable to find a cure; this caused her to develop feelings of disdain, distrust, and anger towards the Church and the Knights.  

  Full Name: Claude von Riegan   Aliases: Claudester, The Master Tactician, King of Unification   Birthday: 24th of the Blue Sea Moon; Imperial Year 1162 (July 24th)   Age: 17-18 (Pre-Timeskip), 23–24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 175cm (about 5'9")   Personality: Claude is described as easygoing at the surface, but has a side that forces others to keep their guard around him. His introduction to Byleth at the Officers Academy emphasizes this as he refrains from divulging any information about himself to his potential professor to give himself a "sense of mystery" and to entice them to choose his house in order to get to know him better. While appearing lazy and casual, he is far more astute than he lets on and is always a few steps ahead of his peers during conversations.He tends to get along with those he interacts with, but his nonchalant attitude to his duties as heir to the Leicester Alliance seems at odds with each other and sometimes frustrates his fellow nobility classmates, namely Lorenz. Despite this, he has a wealth of knowledge of the Alliance's current state of affairs and has enough diplomatic sense to understand the ramifications of certain potential actions of Alliance against the neighboring country of Almyra.He is a cunning strategist, and is particularly skilled at mind games to throw his opponents off. He openly converses with Byleth about a ploy to give his house rivals food poisoning to give his house an advantage in the first mock battle. While he does not do so, he simply stated it to rile up his rivals. He cares greatly for those under his command, valuing their lives and advising them to retreat rather than fight to the death, as shown in Crimson Flower numerous times. He abhors killing, only doing so if completely necessary; his tactics generally rely on incapacitating the enemy. His skills as a tactician have grown significantly after the time-skip that his guise of neutrality intimidates other nations' advisers, such as Hubert, as they know he has ulterior motives in hand.Claude dislikes blind faith in gods, as he prefers to rely on the strength of men. On the other hand, he enjoys archery, long rides, subjects of curiosity, poetry, scheming and organizing feasts.   Backstory:Claude is the heir to House Riegan, the preeminent house of the Leicester Alliance, and the grandson of its leader through his mother, Tiana. Though he was born in Imperial Year 1162, he was not legitimated as heir until Imperial Year 1179, a year before enrolling at the Officers Academy.(Both pre and post timeskip)  Full Name: Lysithea von Ordelia   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 28th of the Pegasus Moon; Imperial Year 1164 (February 28)   Age: 15-16 (Pre-Timeskip), 20-21 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 148cm (about 4'10"), 160cm (about 5'3") (Post-timeskip)   Personality: Though hailed as a prodigy, Lysithea is in truth an exceptionally hard-working student who desires to learn every day to improve herself to the maximum of her abilities. She states her skills do not come from natural talent, but merely determination and intense application and dislikes when people refer to her aptitude as merely a natural talent. She seeks to develop her skills as a form of independence so she no longer has to burden her parents, whom she loves dearly.As a result, Lysithea is constantly throwing herself into opportunities to learn as she seeks to make meaningful use of her every waking moment. She is efficient with her time and is annoyed when others waste it, developing impatience with those who provide even a minor inconvenience or hesitation. Her ultimate efforts have resulted in her being the youngest student in the Officer's Academy. As a result, she has a bit of a chip on her shoulder due to her age and dislikes when people treat her like a child, or at the very least she perceives they are doing so. She can be incredibly sharp-tongued when others annoy her or seem to be looking down on her.Though she attempts to act like an adult, Lysithea is terrified of ghosts and can be easily riled up when the subject is brought up. She is extremely fond of sweets, primarily cake, referring to it as "divine essence of the heavens". She treats it as if it was currency, as shown in a conversation with Felix where she gives him some to buy his silence. Try as she might, Lysithea tries to keep this fondness under wraps, but she often surrenders to her fondness and can be coaxed if it's used as an incentive.   Backstory:Lysithea is the eldest daughter and heir to House Ordelia. When she was two years old, her family suffered retribution from the Adrestian Empire for their role in House Hrym's revolt. She is a magical prodigy whose talents developed at an early age.   Full Name: Marianne von Edmund   Aliases: N/A   Birthday: 23rd of the Red Wolf MoonImperial Year 1162 (November 23)   Age: 17-18 (Pre-Timeskip), 23-24 (Post-Timeskip)   Height: 163cm (about 5'4")   Personality: Marianne is one of the most unsociable members of the current students of the Officers Academy. She actively avoids most people as she fears that her presence will bring them misfortune and thus has a gloomy visage, complete with bangs that shadow her eyes and noticeable bags under her eyes. She often finds it hard to talk to others as a result and has spoken so infrequently that there are many students who have never heard her voice before. Even if she does speak, she is hesitant to express herself or her opinions, tending to speak in short statements and will try to detach from the conversation as quickly as she can. Marianne's speech is frequently punctuated by sheepish "um"s and "I'm sorry"s. Soft-spoken, but also polite, she tries to avoid inconveniencing people even in a minor manner. However, her self-deprecation sometimes makes people angry at her, especially short-tempered ones like Leonie.   Backstory:She has a fondness for animals in general as she is often seen conversing with them during her free time. She has a particular affinity for birds and horses, the latter of which has her bond with a horse named Dorte. When exploring the Monastery, Marianne is most commonly found near the stables. She appears to be deeply religious and prays to the Goddess every day.    

[music will start if autoplay is ON]All I wanna do is surf and live it upAll I wanna do is skate, don't give a f***All I wanna do is rage and never sleepI'd rather get laid than countin' sheepAll I wanna do is f***, never fall in loveBut I'm way too drunk, can't get it upAll I wanna do is cry, smoke a lot of weedSkate only half pikes till my left foot bleedsAll I wanna do is toke and drink a fifthYou call it a joke, I call it a giftI wanna play guitar and turn it upI wanna steal a car and blow it upI don't give a f***Never gonnaI don't give a f***All I wanna do is sleep, stop having funForgot how to read, forgot the sunAnd when you looked at me, said here take this, I woke up 'cause life's a ri-ri-ri-ri-riskI don't give a f***Never gonnaI don't give a f***Never gonna FIDLAR  - "idgaf"  

-mana manipulation -ki manipulation -Spirit magic-4 elemental principles magic -Lava magic magic-expert craftsmanship-master swordsmanship-Enhanced speed/strength/agility/durability -expert tactical mindset-master weapon user 

My rules are pretty straight forward and pretty easy to follow.1. I am aware there are multiple Sakura's on this site and their only interested in women, but I am not that case. I am not into women and never will be so if your a female whos going to add me just be aware it will stay in the friendship zone.2. For any Sasuke who adds me just be warned going forward my character despises you and unlike the series she hasn't forgiven you and finds you rather annoying. There will be tention between them and possible avoidance but thats not to say it could possibly stay permanent that way. It just depends on the connection between them going forward. So please add me if your out there!! 3. If your looking for Ero or Smaut right off the bat you may as well skip me and move on, I am down for romances/love stories as long as there is a deep connection between characters and it will be a permanent situation. 4. I am a writer from the old MySpace days who does write up to novella I can work around what is comfortable with you as long as its more than one liners. I am drama free and friendly and will except mains and AU'S so please add me I love friendship!!!

some notes for guidance! • I'm very busy in real life, so ​​​please respect my time and do not hassle me.• Mitsuri although in the series seeks tseeksd a husband - canonically Obanai Iguro, Which I honor that and will only ship with a close trusted friend but! Otherwise, no shipping at all. If I see or sensed anyone trying to, you'll be removed. the Mun is taken in real life! Do NOT push that boundary or line. - I'll add more when i think of some! 

1) The most imporant rule of all. This is a roleplaying site. I am here to ROLEPLAY.I am not here to listen to "Real Life Drama" or "My Mental Ilness" or "My social Enxiety" e.c.t.I respect everyone's issues but in a roleplaying site we come to ESCAPE real life. So Keep this out2) I have respect for the lgbtq blah blah blah people but PLEASE...do not force it on me.Just because the fandom tries to force Jayce X Viktor stories doesn't mean that it's right. It's beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jayce is Straight and will remain so3) Please do not be like "I have discord, Talk to me on discord e.c.t" . Yes, you have discordGood for you...I don't and will never do. And if you simply add me so you can have more discord people you might as well just delete me. I value stories, not discord chitty chat4) Speaking of chitty chat...OOC is acceptable, Obviously...we discuss OOC and it'svery important to have an OOC bond together. However, as you might have already understood OOC has limits and i would prefer to minimized it in favor of a RP answer.5)Banter and Stream comments are acceptable and I love doing banter at least upto the point that banter shadows the main story. I prefer the main story6)You add me or I add you, I will always send greeting :) But be talkative. If i see thatDespite my greeting and all the conversation that will follow, you won't be talkative or collaborateinto creating a story I will delete you7)I always give 1 month to people to reply to me, After 1 month i send a warning message.24 hours after the warning if I don't receive a reply then I delete people cause i consider them mute 8)I roleplay multi para but i am willing to try to do less or more depending on people's choices, BUTUnder no circumstances will I accept semi or one line for stories9) I will return to the whole talkative part again because Despite stating it, many people will oversee it.Please...like...PLEASE...no matter who adds who...when we discuss story PLEASE be talkative. Stop this nonsense of "Sounds cool " Ok" "Sure" "yes" "good idea" "You start" LIKE STOP IT...STEP IN...This story is made for 2 people. You can't just let one person create the entire story and you just be like"ok sure" . COMMUNICATE Those rules will do for now. I am sorry if by reading this you might consider me a D*ck.

As a half-demon, half-human breed, Kuro was kicked out of her demon tribe as a baby and abandoned on the river. She was found by a martial artist, who took her in, despite them knowing right from the start that she was a demon- thanks to those red eyes of hers.A demon who was raised among humans- she was raised to be a very kind and gentle person and told what was right and wrong, and that the strong should protect the weak. She was trained to be a hero, using her immense strength for the greater good.Eventually, the other kids found out she was a demon and singled out. In a fit of fury and rage, her bully didn't live to regret it- she killed him with her bare hands. Upon realizing what she's done, no amount of apologizing would amend this. Her family tried to protect her, but she was eventually banned from the village and told never to return.She spent five years reflecting on what she's done, while at the same time, training in the wilderness. At age 14, she decided to finally come back to her village despite being banished, wanting to try one last time to see if she could repent for her sins.Only to find... Her village burnt to the ground. She arrived just in time to see the demon army march off, hundreds of demons marching off in the distance. She ran into the dojo, just in time to see the dozens of bodies littered all over the ground, seeing her ex-mentor lying on the ground dying. She ran up to him with tears running down her face and simply asked him... “Who did this to you?”“The demon lord.”He told her, before he added that she should not get involved with this war because she's not a human. But she was not listening, running out of the dojo, it became her mission to kill the demon lord.She chased after the demon army, eventually making it to the next town they were pillaging, just in time to watch them kill the men and capture the woman and children to be slaves. It was here where she was reminded briefly to not be consumed by her rage, as she watched those slaves suffer. There would be no point in any of this if she didn't save them.She ultimately failed to save them, getting beaten to a pulp and swatted like a fly, but lucky for her they just left her on the ground, thinking she was dead. Frustrated by how weak she was, she retreated to the icy plains in the north and resumed her training. She trained vigorously on her own for a full year, before she resumed her quest, beginning her journey.

TW: Aspyixation, Torture, Bibilical Guilt, Loss Killmichael, Mississippi.His hometown. All he'd known for all his life and something that was basically in his blood, coursing through his veins with every pump of his heavy heart. It was such a small town; they had two streetlights, a handful of police officers, and a motel that was notoriously known for more than bedbugs. There was something about this place; it took roots deep into your soul and kept people here. It'd kept Mama here, no matter how much she dreamt of leaving. She very well may have, but she had a baby on her hip. A ten-minute horizontal tango in the back of his Pa's truck produced the very shackles that weighed her down here. That confirmed she'd live, hate, and die here. She never tried to show it, but not so much to her son. She didn't have to because Rusty had eyes like everyone else in this small town. They could see that she never quite reached her lines despite her Southern hospitality, like at her waitressing job. The gray hairs flourished when she was barely out of high school--17 years old. Alone, a single mother, and having to pull herself up by her bootstraps so the baby could eat—it was admirably sad. She held her head up high; bright orange hair, like someone had set fire to some kindling with the same untamed nature to it, framed her head, which was something that showed like a beacon on her. Mama was humble and kind, but he knew she was sad. Even when his earliest memories of her were of singing his praises or reading him the Bible before bed."We is blessed, Rus. Highly favored in da Lawd. We got each otha' and that's all I could ask for. I love ya, son.""Look at my boy! He's amazin', isn't he?"She was lying, he knew, but it was nice to hear her try to lie to him. To spare his feelings that he had been the collar around his mother's neck to drag her to Killmichael, Mississippi. No one wanted to be here, not even the residents who had built up tradition here. It was why the very first thing he'd done when she'd died was bury her far from here. He wouldn't let her rot here, become the land, and be built on like she'd been her whole life.Oh, she wasn't his good boy anymore, either. He reckoned she was turning over in her grave watching what her son did, the boy she'd given up so much of her own hopes and dreams.  The Biblical teachings did little to shape him. Instead, they sat in his belly like acid that seeped into his body bit by bit. Solemn, shameful reminders that he was a sinner. That he was tainted and now all alone in this world.  Mama would be heartbroken to see him now.The sharp scent of Earth hit his nostrils, drawing him back from old memories; he glanced down at the knee at the back of the man's neck. He kept his face pushed deep into the thick mud, nearly asphyxiating him before yanking the man's head up. He gasped, still swallowing clods of worm-ridden dirt as Rusty yanked back at the man's scalp. A heavy sigh on his lips.  This was one of those jobs that he could hear Mama's voice:"Do unto otha's ya want done unto ya, Rus! Dont' be a biscuit!"A quick reprimand for mistreating his fellow Christians, like this poor sap that was caught hoping his loyalty to his Boss would save him. It wouldn't, unfortunately, and he felt they both were coming to realize that."Ya thinkin' a talkin', yet?""P-Please let me go I--""....Mama always said...we came from dirt..." He murmured, chestnut hues looking to the thicket of wood that encased them like a wooden cage. It was eerie quiet aside from the sputtering of the man beneath him, trying to speak before Rusty shoved his head back down into the mud. The victim's hands clawed back at the dirt, only sinking further in, constantly digging themselves, stirring more mud. It filled their nostrils and gapping mouth, through it all they gaspedf to that sweet taste of fresh air that Rusty refused to give. If Mama was right, and....she always was, right? Then why wasn't he good? It was like it wasn't ever in his DNA. Sometimes, he'd think it was his father's DNA, something in his genetics that just made him so good at being bad. "We came from dirt. We have to swallow it." The thrashing lessened. Muddy nails scratched at his wrists before the body went still.