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🐗Demon Slayer-Kimetsu no Yaiba, crossovers are welcome. As well as doubles and OC's! Leave tempura at the door, discord freindly user, Born to be wild!!
"Better watch out! Cause' ready or not, HERE I COME!!"🐗
Inosuke is an extremely short-tempered and proud young man who always likes to think he is the strongest fighter in a situation, constantly challenging most people he comes across and wanting others to respect and praise him for his skill. This often leads him into unnecessary danger, since he tends to overestimate his abilities in comparison to who he's fighting and refuses to accept when he's been defeated, which can be seen when Giyu Tomioka has to tie him up after his fight with the Father Spider Demon to prevent him challenging the Hashira to a fight while still severely injured from his previous battle. This constant wanting to be the best can also cause Inosuke to be very provocative, as he often tries to goad others, most prominently Tanjiro Kamado, into fighting him, although in the case of the latter he usually fails due to Tanjiro's obliviously kind nature. Due to him having been raised by boars, Inosuke has also been shown to possess little understanding of normal human interaction, at least at the time of his debut, as he seems to frequently assume that people who approach him want to attack him and doesn't appear to understand the kindness others show him.
He can't read or write, and struggles to say peoples names right, saying Monchiro instead of Tanjiro, or Monitsu instead of Zenitsu. He can be very rude, without the intention, and treating everyone as an enemy at first. But overall he is a very funny and entertaining character, doing very funny things at least once per episode or chapter.
However, as the story goes on, Inosuke is influenced more and more by Tanjiro's ways and becomes more accustomed to affection and generosity, learning to also acknowledge the strength of people besides himself and develop feelings of friendship towards him and Zenitsu Agatsuma, although he does still retain his proud nature and constant want for praise. He also begins to think more strategically when engaging in combat, using smarter tactics he has picked up from more experienced Demon Slayers and not just rushing into fights head-on without thinking.
Inosuke's sense of camaraderie drastically improves, best evidenced when he lunged at Muzan Kibutsuji, while mourning the scores of Demon Slayers killed and maimed by the Demon Lord and demanding he returns everything he took from them, or else to die as retribution for his crimes.
Who I'd like to meet: Inosuke is a young man of average height and pale complexion with an extremely toned and muscular build for his age, possessing large, defined muscles most notably over his stomach and arms. In sharp contrast to this, he has an incredibly pretty and feminine face, with large, wide eyes that are framed by an array of long eyelashes, their irises a dark to soft pale green, thin eyebrows and what could be a small, well-mannered mouth. His thick, black hair reaches just past his shoulders, fading into blue at the tips and forming an unruly and uneven fringe that falls just above his eyes, puffing out before curving and thinning towards his forehead.
Inosuke wears his altered version of the standard Demon Slayer uniform, which consists only of the baggy hakama pants, his tinted a dark gray-blue, which he fastens around his hips with a thick belt of fluffy brown animal fur. Unlike his travelling companions, Inosuke does not wear a haori. The usual cloth leg-wraps are replaced with what appears to be knee-high socks of a furry hide which expose his heels and toes, which also appear to be what fastens the sandal-bases he wears on his feet. His most defining feature is the gray, hollowed-out boar's head he wears as to mask his own, the eyes of which he has tampered with to allow himself vision while wearing it, which has been revealed to have belonged to his late adoptive boar mother.
Seafoam pools regarded the newcomer with a listless haze, an air of indifference encompassed the Hashira’s presence as porcelain countenance mirrored a blank canvas that had yet to be adorned with elegant brush strokes. A tinge of disgust lingered beneath misty terrain when the boar child mistook him for a demon; how did this boy make it into the ranks of the fold? It mattered little to him, he wouldn’t remember his face or name once they go their separate ways.
“I am Tokitou Muichirou, the Mist Pillar,” he replied back, his apathetic tone blended with the whispering winds. “How did an incompetent boar make it into our ranks if you cannot distinguish the difference between humans and demons alike? It doesn’t matter to me, I’ll forget your face anyway,”
(You are most welcome for the new addition. Do not worry, I am well aware of the differences between in character and out of character, your muse's rudeness will not offend me OOC. I am not too fond of giving out my discord randomly, I prefer to keep my interactions here, no hard feelings. As for your desire to write as Tokitou; that shouldn't stop you. Write as whoever you see fit!)
The male stared at the other with disinterest from behind the mask he wore, clearly unphased by the loudness in his voice. "... I am Sabito." He answered fluently, wondering why this Inosuke had approached him like this.
// I'm good. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I would love to RP or we can talk on discord. I don't mind.
"A LIGER ZERO! AND A PHOENIX!" Midori exclaimed with much enthusiam. Such Zoids were pretty rare, as most liger types were these days. The Zoid before them was a good few times larger than Souga, which was known as a Liger Blue.
Almost instantly, Midori pondered if this particular Zoid was the same Liger that belonged to one of her closest friends, Seki, whom piloted a red-tinted one. However, it would appear that this Zoid was without a pilot and not the same color. Midori pursed her lips in thought and then detirmined that this Zoid was a wild Zoid. Docile in nature, these Zoids would often roam the wildnerness once their owners perished. A sad thought, but it's one that baffled surviving Zoid scientists for years.
Even if they were docile, a Wild Zoid was like any wild animal. If threatened, they would put up a fight, or flee. And this case, Liger Zero would stare down at Inosuke, Midori, and Souga, whom also let out a cautionary roar.
"Inosuke! Be careful! These cats might be passive, but they are very dangerous without a Zoid!" Midori said as she began to climb into her c*ckpit.
The pistol was nothing more than a standard 9mm she carried on her for when she was unable to get to Souga fast enough. While this worked on most would-be attackers, those in heavily armored Zoids, mechs, or other assortment of powerful foes would be otherwise undaunted. At least until Souga came bolting in to save the day. Here, however she was out of her element. The forest seemed different somehow. And now that she had a chance to really get a grip on her area, she realized just how alien this felt.
Already the Liget was begining to approach from behind as if it senses something was out there, or perhaps saw that Midori seemed stressed somehow. And it didn't like that one bit. A low growl escaped from this massive metallic creature and Midori seemed to give it a nod with a soft, acknowledging, "Mhmm.."
In a moments notice Midori's calf muscles were poised to sprint off and lead to her Liger's head, where the c*ckpit sat, and if need be, drag her new boar-masked friend with her should a hasty retreat to a more powerful position would be needed. For now however, her gun was aimed, and ready to unleash a bullet in whichever might come bolting out at them.
Shippo shook his head at the boy's reaction and raised an eyebrow at how he looked as he had expected someone more... masculine. "Wow. you look like several girls I met in the last village. Those were some nice girls heh." He chuckled and then frowned and lifted a hand showing off his claws. "Call me stupid again and you'll be eating these. You need to wash that blood off or nearby demons will think you're one of them.
"Whoa careful there pal, I could have swiped at ya. That's right, I'm a kitsune." He smiled and chuckled and crossed his arms. "Never heard of ya. I'm Shippo, demon bounty hunter. What's with the mask? It smells like a demon."
//I can talk faster on discord if you prefer that. Heh no problem I can handle some rudeness~ Starfall#1065
A soft smile rested on the Hashira's threadlike lips, head tilting to the side. "You should know who I am, since you are a demon slayer . . are you not?" She asked him though her tone was a bit ridicule. "The great Inosuke? I have never heard of you before" she hummed before her gaze shifted more serious.
"I thank you for sending a request my way. I am sure we can become good friends. I play both a canon version of Shinobu and an alternate version if the storyline is worth it! Uh ~ Eventually I will be giving my discord out but for now I'm not pushing it! I just want to focus on writing!"
"Wha?? As if a mere human could harm my dragon." Soten scoffed at the idea and stuck her tongue out in his direction as he randomly ran off. "That's right! Run away with your tail between your legs! Humans get more and more strange each day....I don't think that one has a full brain he's working with." She muttered under her breath as she shook her head. The little demon was sure he wouldn't be able to find anyone willing to make or buy food for him---people just weren't that kind.
Before Midori had much time to react she had landed quite hard onto the ground below. The poor pilot was dazed, and in a near swirly eye gaze as a lump formed on her head. "Owowowowow....~ That hurt~" She'd whimper to herself as she began to rub the side of her head and stood up. Already the Liger let out a bellowing roar into the night sky. One that shook the very ground beneath them..
"Look you!" Midori began as she was now standing, totally dirtied from her fall. "You've got a lot to learn about treating a lady, you know that?!" Was she scolding him? Yes. Yes she was. A finger wagged between them. But who could blame her? In her village, Midori was brought up on manners and kindness as opposed to brute forcing one's points. And those were lessons she would most certainly take and hold to heart.
"And another thing! If you do that aga---" She stopped, as she noticed there was an all new feel in the air. Something seemed off, and now Inosuke was reacting to it. Her brow furrowed, and she'd pull back her blue hair to cup a hand to her ear. Already she was reaching for a pistol, which she had holstered under her apron.
"WHAA!?" Midori's cheeks puffed out as she seemed visibly insulted. "AM NOT!" She refused to believe she was weak. "I'll have you know I faced down a Bio-Reaper and lived to tell about it! Besides normal weapons and bullets of light will not harm a Bio-Zoid. Their armor is far too strong." The Bio-Reaper in of itself was incredibly fearsome and had nearly killed her and her Zoid, had it not have been for her friends. There was a sudden tone and implication within Inosuke's wording, which caused her quick little outburst to ease up, and now, he had her full attention.
"Wait...You can resist Poison?!" Midori chirped in surprise, and was now cooking up a plan which would benefit them both. She continued. "Alright! It's settled. I can teach you about Zoids and combatting them, you can teach me how to be immune poisons, to which that I will listen to your advice!"
She placed a heavy boot up upon a rock, a hand on her hip and pointed in some dramatic fashion in no particular direction whatsoever. She had only done this as a gesture to look impressive and dramatic. The only thing that was missiong was some form of pyrotechnics. Of course with her detirmination, one could almost see it happeneing. Almost.
"If we combine our strengths not even a Bio-Zoid will stop us!" Midori boasted and hopped off of her dramatic pose to meet Inosuke while folding her own arms. This would take careful planning however. One wouldn't simply cross a Zoid's path and ask it to be a friend. Taming such a mechanical beast was much like taming a wild horse or other fauna, as the Zoid itself was self aware and in fact, a living, breathing creature.