As of Age 761, The Planet Trade Organization (PTO) continues to grow, spreading its influence across the universe. The tyrants in charge continue to send waves of scouts and warriors to find and destroy planets, provided they refuse to submit to their rule and serve them. Planets not destroyed, whose inhabitants have either been wiped out or enslaved are colonized, sold or farmed for resources. The soldier’s numbers have become practically uncountable.
Within the larger whole are sections; each under the rule of one of three. First, there is King Cold. He is a powerful tyrant who commands respect over the entirety of the forces, though he has a select few elite warriors under his personal command. Next, is his eldest son, Cooler, who reigns over his legion, albeit he does not seem to branch out much further than is necessary to remain in the good graces of his father. Finally, there is Frieza. Although he is the younger of the two brother’s he is the most widely known. He is a tyrant feared by all. His Faction of the PTO is seen as the most ruthless and prone to conflict. He rules his faction with an iron fist, the group far more widely known than it’s parent organization as the Galactic Frieza Army.
The army itself seems to dwarf the other factions in size, though a majority of it is comprised of lower class warriors. Still above those groups lie the Elite. And if the Elite are not enough, Frieza may call about the Ginyu Force. And yet, the focus of this story is not the Ginyu, the elite, or Frieza himself. This story focuses on what are considered low class warriors. And so it begins on a far off planet, not yet aware of the fate that awaits them.
As the pods opened within craters they had formed in the otherwise green plains of the surface they’d plummeted into. A hand, somewhat tanned, clutched the frame of the opening. A man standing at roughly 5’10” with a fair, but lightly tanned skin complexion, stepped out. He used his free hand to form a visor and shield his eyes from the rays of the bright sun.
“One sun.” He spoke aloud, though it was mostly into the communicator of the scouter that adorned his face. The red lense, positioned before one of his black eyes, gave him a brief reading of the area; nothing nearby, but there were power signatures a few miles east of the location. They were weak. Another docile planet to add to the list. In other words; a bore.
“Hopefully this planet has more to offer than this.” Arkos said as he left his capsule and prepared to move out onto this unsuspecting world. He stepped out to stretch his legs before the rest of the squad accompanying him. He rolled his head around and cracked his knuckles. He wore black, sleeveless full-body jumpsuit. The sleeves extended just past his shoulders, armor clutching his body. It was black, to match his jumpsuit with an off-white trim and a red midsection. His gloves were black and fingerless connecting to black and red wrist guards with a banded pattern reach part way up his forearm. Adorning his feet with white, red tipped boots, typical of the Frieza, but more importantly the Saiyan, battle attire.
The Saiyan began to climb up out of his crater, his sharp eyes surveying the area. There was little more than a quiet intensity to his gaze. He gave off little emotion, as was expected of a warrior when conquering a planet. His tail, brown in color as was typical of the saiyan race remained wrapped tightly around his waist. His hair maintained a spiky, in not utterly unkempt, appearance. It was black all over, save for four red bangs hanging just over the minor widow’s peak he sported just in front of his face. “How should we handle this?” He asked.
“Well, we could try to find the capitol and confront the leader of this world.” “That’s boring. We should just blow up a couple places and let the authorities come to us.” “Intelligence gathering would be the ideal course of action.” “Of course you would say that.”
Squabbling among three of the other four members of the team dispatched rang out in Arkos’s ear. He sighed. He didn’t want to join this pointless squabble. But they had to decide. Preferably, they could learn more about the world and whether it was one in need of such violent tactics. He was always interested in a battle and a powerful opponent, but needlessly pummeling the weak wasn’t his ideal choice of entertainment. Not like other Saiyans or members of Frieza’s Forces. “Decisions, decisions,” he said with a small chuckle and sigh, poking fun as the arguing trio.
So I'm using these two Saiyan OCs I found on google as basis/idea of how I'm envisioning Arkos. At least until I have more leeway to change up his design based where the RP takes us. One for the hair as you can see. And one for the clothing.
It was a morning like any other. At least, that was how it had started off. Right now, as far as Isamu Yukimura was concerned, it was the most stressful morning of his life. A mix of anxiety and excitement had kept him awake almost all night.
"Ohnoohnoohno!" Isamu repeatedly shouted as he ran out of his house, his uniform in disarray and his bag half open. How could he have ended up so late? What had happened after he managed to really fall asleep? Didn't mom try to wake him? Dad? No... It was his own fault. He had stayed up late and he had eaten so much in his nervous stupor that once he had fallen asleep he'd slept through his alarm. That was on him. Now he was on his way to school though. He was from Sakai, only a few wards away from where the school was located. So, if he was lucky he would make the last train so he could possibly be on time for the opening ceremony.
Isamu ran as fast as his short legs would carry, but just as he reached the station he felt a sudden lightening of weight. Throughout the course of his run, it seemed, the zippers of the bag had become looser and looser until finally everything inside fell out onto the platform. He gasped, scrambling to try and pick it all up just as the train began to close. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap--" he repeated as he jammed everything into the bag and forced it shut only to turn to the sight of the training pulling out of the station.
"That was the last train for thirty minutes." Isamu was dejected to say the least. What kind of impression would he make as a hero if he couldn't even be on time for the first day? The idea of heading back home crossed his mind, but he shook his head. "Alright! So I'm a little late. I'll start living in the dorms soon. So, it won't happen again." He said trying to keep his morale up. He'd initially been against the idea for fear of being away from home, but his mother and father had managed to convince him with help from his sister. They would be sending some of the essentials soon, but he was good otherwise. At least that's what he wanted to say. Isamu's troubles were just getting started.
*****
After waiting for the next training and getting on he was finally almost at his stop. The young boy rushed out as soon as the doors opened and pressed forward to his new school. He was late... so... SO LATE.
"Maybe I can at least get to class!" He spoke to himself as he came upon the campus. He had definitely missed the opening ceremony. There was no way he hadn't. He entered the school to a mass of empty hallways. He was like a chicken without a head, scurrying about with no real destination. That is until a teacher found him. After a brief scolding along with a trip to the headmistress. He was given the information he needed and after a few bows and apologies he was on his way to class. Things seemed to have been, mostly, settled and class was underway, to an extent. He takes a breath standing at the door.
"Okay... Just walk in." Isamu wasn't sure if he could do that. He was late. He wanted to open the door. He reached out, but pulled back. He turned away from the door and then back. He turned away again and then back. He steeled his resolve. He turned the doorknob. And finally, pushed the door open. And yet, as he pushed the door open and lifted his foot and tripped moving forward. He literally tumbled in, rolling across the floor and into a desk with a loud yelp and a grunt.
"Um... Hi..." He groaned as he rubbed his head, sitting on the floor of the classroom before a class of what were effectively giants and a few individuals who at least stood above him height wise.
Merry Christmas to all of my players! I give unto you 1000 xp to spend anyway you like! ;)
Someone whispers in ear from just off screen.
Really? Oh. Ok. Well I have just been informed that this isn't a game that involves xp progression, meaning my gift is null and void. Huh. You'd think I should have known that, since it's my game and all. Oh well. Still, a very happy celebration and holiday to you all!
Aaaaaayyyyy!!! You too brotha. Looking forward to the continuance of this fair story. even though I definitely still have to post on other rps You guys are great and you have been great, and that's great. Lol
Wafer D. Kite - An Official Introduction? Wafer D. Kite.
Kite had been caught midair. He thoughts he was dead for sure and yet, somehow he survived. He took a deep breath relishing the sight of a battered Krabbe and a flying shrimp. The crew who'd been battling with Krabbe seemed to be making their way off the ship and onto their own. Most of them anyway. He chuckled at the one liner given by the... child? He wasn't sure. Everything was happening in succession. He just wanted to sleep.
"I can't yet..." He paused and pushed himself to his feet. He grit his teeth. It hurt to move. This was it. Krabbe was on the floor. He made sure to pick up his wrenches. He began his walk toward the downed man as what seemed to be the captain of the pirates did the same. "I have to..." He staggered a bit. He needed to finish Krabbe off; like the wannabe crustacean had done to the shipwright's crew. He stopped moving not far from where Cedric and krabbe were. Kite gave the deck of the ship a slight knock with one of his wrenches. He used it to stay upright, but also to garner the attention of the fellow pirate.
"Excuse me." Kite spoke in a hushed tone. "I know you don't know me. But I'm Wafer D. Kite and I helped fight with your crew." He gave the briefest explanation he could. "That being said... I have unfinished business with the Krusty Krabbe here." He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. Still, he was on his feet, though he looked like he could hardly stay on his feet much longer. It was a wonder how he thought he would be finishing the man off at all. "He took something dear to me and he's gotta pay." He had to force the words out. Things were getting blurry. He fell silent. That was all he had to say. He hoped the Pirate captain wouldn't try to stop him. He didn't have the energy to fight or argue anymore. He just wanted to be done with it and maybe fall in the sea god willing.
The idea of more dragons was somewhat baffling for Zero. Zenoram relished the idea himself. To know that there was a possibility that there were more of the supposedly extinct race was exciting. And yet, as far as Zero was concerned, it was odd. Wouldn't Hemlock have come across another? Or Aurora? Even with magic involved shouldn't this have caused problems much earlier. "Something to do with Dragons, huh?"
I don't like the sound of this. You never like the sound of anything. Not true. So true. I'm being serious. So, you don't wanna go? No. We're definitely going. It's just really weird. We don't have all the facts though. True. Lets just focus on something else.
"Kek," Zero laughed with a small grin as he came back to his senses hearing what was going on. So many people had joined the conversation, but hilarity had indeed ensued. There was a bit of verbal threatening. Always fun. There was what seemed like fear or anxiety over the thought of dragons. Expected. And then there was this thing between Amaya and her apparent beau. "Tried to tease her and it backfired huh?" He asked with a small chuckle.
Don't be a jerk. I should ask something else. You're not even listening. "Good job, Mr. Bodyguard." He said with a slightly larger laugh before turning his focus back to Sasha.
Oh yeah. You're gonna cause trouble.
"When do we leave? And where do we meet?" He asked the girl. he would need time, even if only a little, to gather a few of his belongings, but even if there was none, he could use the payment from his last job to pick up a few impromptu things.
“I’m not worried. Somehow, this is all gonna work out.”
Name:
Hakuryu Mizushima or Haku for short
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Race:
Reincarnated Devil (Formerly Human)
Ranking:
Pawn (2x mutated pieces)
Appearance:
Hakuryu stands at roughly 5’11” tall, having grown taller than initially estimated by his doctors and family. His body seems to have developed at an almost rapid rate in both musculature and his height. Speaking of growth, due to years of martial arts training his body has become lean, yet muscular, and far more fit for combat than the average human. His most stiking features though are his hair and eyes. He has medium length, fiery red hair that is generally worn in an unkempt manner as he doesn’t care much for his appearance beyond the clothes he wears. Matching these crimson locks are his red eyes, surprising many as they aren’t a typical shade found in his community or even in his family. Still, typically you can find him in comfortable clothes, like his tracksuit, if not in his uniform.
Skills:
Athletics - There aren’t many sports Hakuryu is incapable of playing, whether it be all in good fun or for the sake of some good competition. You’d be hardpressed to find something he didn’t at least know a little about in the field of athletics. However, it isn’t always clear if he likes the sports or just wants to keep his body as active as possible.
Martial Arts - Though he has yet to fully realize the potential of any of the styles he has learned, there are three Hakuryu has become quite proficient in. These three styles are:
Full Contact Karate or Kyokushin Karate - This is a style of karate developed by Korean-Japanese karate master Masutatsu Oyama. It emphasizes strong, powerful punches due to its base in karate. However, it also boasts a dynamic range of abilities for those who can properly utilize it’s techniques. The first style he began learning, Hakuryu came across this style when he was about 4 years old when he was enrolled in class by his mother, Natsumi Mizushima. He developed a strong bond with his sensei, Daisuke Fujimoto, who would go on to introduce him to a close friend as he advanced beyond the rest of the class in just 2 short years.
Mutenkendoku-Style Karate - This is a karate style developed in Japan. It is said to be a “style of darkness” and isn’t generally taught in most schools. Those that do teach face scrutiny and it is left for those who would dedicate themselves to the craft. It boasts incredible versatility and was developed for actual fighting as opposed to many which are much more sports oriented. Hakuryu began his training with Megumi Nakajima. She was skilled beyond belief, boasting a win record over even Fujimoto-Sensei who he had initially come to see as a highly skilled martial artist.
Renewal Taekwondo or RETaekwondo - A style of taekwondo developed in modern South Korea. It emphasized strong, linear kicks likely due to its base in WTF Taekwondo. It also boasts versatile techniques as well as a large foundation in personalized techniques and the assimilation of other techniques. Hakuryu came across this style while training on his own early one morning at the age of . He met a man who was travelling the world. He became interested in Hakuryu’s forms as he was utilizes two different styles and doing so quite proficiently despite being a mere 10 years old. The man approached Hakuryu, introducing himself as a martial artist named Seong-Jin Park. He questioned Hakuryu about his styles and then asked if the young boy would like to spar. After an intense session, Hakuryu was left winded, though with a burning desire to learn more. He would eventually introduce the man to Fujimoto Sensei and Nakajima Sensei. And so, although Soensaengnim Park often left to travel, he began training in the three styles.
Cooking - Because his father left when he was young, Hakuryu’s mother is almost always working to support him and his younger sister. Because of this, and because of the need for more nutritious and healthy meals for his training, he learned to cook so she wouldn’t have to worry as much. It also helped to save money for his mother since they didn’t have to buy takeout as often. He’s no gourmet chef, but he still makes pretty good food.
Abnormal (Combat Oriented) Learning Speed - If you’re expecting a genius of political and scholarly proportions you’ve come to the wrong guy. However, if you’re looking for a fighter who can pick up on various styles of combat and magic with relative ease you’ve got your guy. Hakuryu, for whatever reason, has always been fairly quick to commit fighting techniques and skills of the like to memory. So, long as he takes the time to learn it, he can (perhaps even in the heat of battle).
Sacred Gear: Although he has yet to activate his sacred gear, Hakuryu does indeed have on. A skilled enough individual should be able to sense it, which may make him a target to some as it did the night he died.
Primal Eclipse - Hakuryu’s sacred gear in its base form takes the appearance of a pair of clawed, black gauntlets similar to the appearance of the Boosted Gear. The gauntlets stretch up the forearm cutting off at the elbow of each arm. They are each embroidered with two silver jewels, placed in the center of the forehand and near the base by the cut offs. There are also two short, grey spikes at the end of each gauntlet.
The sacred gears serves to increase Hakuryu’s physical and magical abilities in relation to those of the being dwelling within while also giving him access to this being’s abilities. This being is the legendary, evil dragon Apophis. The young man has access to the dragon’s powers, although the beast occasionally limits this access as necessary to protect his host and preserve his future vessel’s body. These powers include:
Immense Strength: Hakuryu’s strength has been enhanced due to Apophis’s influence. As a human it was certainly impressive, even before his reincarnation. He could lift up to two, perhaps even three hundred pounds, punch and kick with tremendous force. Once he actually activates the Sacred gear it is further enhanced to levels rivaling a typical (newly turned) rook, though typically he falls just short and seasoned rooks far outclass him.
Immense Durability: Hakuryu as a human can take a beating, and a fall from up to two stories with minimal damage. As is expected his sacred gear pushes this to even higher feats. Still, he isn’t up to par in durability compared to say a rook. Still, it protects him, partially from his own power.
Umbrakinesis: Hakuryu is able to generate shadows and darkness from his gauntlets, not his mouth as Apophis can. The shadows can be fired at his enemies in the form of projectiles or he can creates spheres of darkness to absorb and dissolve attacks. However, he is restricted from using large scale abilities due to Apophis. Under the effect of darkness and shadows Hakuryu’s umbrakinesis doubles, though this can be remedied by introducing bright or extreme light.
Primordial Water: Hakuryu is curently unable to utilize this ability. Even if he was able to he would only be capable of producing and manipulating small volumes of Apophis’s Black Water to submerge and attack his opponents. This is considerably weak when compared to Apophis’s ability to completely submerge his surroundings. This water is extremely deadly, as it was capable of dissolving anything it comes into contact with. Its dissolving properties are powerful enough to wound even God-class beings.
Dark Field Barrier: Currently, Hakuryu is able to create small barriers to defend himself and perhaps one other individual. Inside a sort of dark world of his own is created, IE an area of complete darkness around himself and the individual in question. The darkness will help to amplify his overall power, though it doesn't help much as he cannot use it on a large scale. Otherwise, it acts much like any other barrier. It shields from attacks, though if the attack is strong enough it will break. If he can learn to use this on a large scale it can become a valuable asset in giving him vast advantages in battle.
Standard blows: 10 blows unless under special conditions or unless he has been given a boost in power somehow.
Enhanced/powerful blows: 6 blows unless under special conditions or unless he has been given a boost in power somehow.
Super blows: 2 blows unless under special conditions or unless he has been given a boost in power somehow.
All attacks above super: about .5 blows. It MIGHT lessen the attack, but most likely the attack will break right through the barrier and he'll take the brunt of it.
Magic: Although Hakuryu has yet to learn any advanced magic it should be noted that he seems to have a natural affinity for it. Currently, he has found it fairly easy to activate and manipulate his magic. He has not begun using it for any element or other advanced applications. Strengths:
Indomitable Will - Hakuryu’s strength of will is not to be trifled with. Whether he be captured by the enemy or have his back against the wall he is not one to give up. He can combat assaults on his mind, though at times he feels he may have help in this area. It is also very difficult for him to be taken over or controlled because of this.
Combat Adaption - Perhaps because of his talent for battle, it is very easy for Hakuryu to adapt to his opponent. Whether or not they are as strong as or stronger than him he can generally manage to hold his own, at least to a degree. In fact, it makes him happier when they are stronger.
Optimistic - Hakuryu is able to look on the brightside in most situations. In fact, this confidence can be somewhat infectious, instilling a feeling of relief in others who chose to accept it. He’ll try and keep spirits up and has the general mindset that somehow things will work out.
Reflexes - Most likely due to his years of martial arts training, muscle memory and considerable talents for battle, Hakuryu is quick to both act and react to various stimuli. He tries to keep his guard up, but even in the event another breaks through, he can typically bounce back.
Weaknesses:
Coulrophobia - The fear of clowns. When he was a child Hakuryu was kidnapped by a clown. He was very young and it was before his father left. He was snatched up. He was terrified. The clown would look at him and laugh. Even though he was picked up and returned home to a teary eyed mother he the event stuck with him. Wanna freak him out? Show him a scary ass clown.
Influence of Apophis - Since he regained consciousness when Hakuryu was younger, the legendary Evil Dragon has been using his magic to alter his body. Apophis is likely the reason for Hakuryu’s talent in magic and his knack for combat. He is most certainly the reason for his growth and his influence over Hakuryu is clear. However, despite all the good, this also comes with a grave price.
Corruption - The influence extends beyond the body and to Hakuryu’s mind. In the heat of battle Hakuryu runs the risk of falling prey to the battle hunger of the dragon as well as, perhaps, insanity. When presented the option he almost always chooses to settle things with combat. Additionally, he has found himself having somewhat colder or more brutal thoughts when it comes to the enemy or even friends, at least to a degree though he isn’t sure why.
Inexperience - Hakuryu has little to no control over his abilities as of yet. He has yet to awaken his sacred gear. He has no magic abilities to speak of beyond the most basic of the basic as he has just begun to learn. For the most part he tries to hold his own with his martial arts and though considerable, they are just not enough.
Reckless - Likely due to a mixture of his own brash nature, sense of justice and the influence of Apophis, Hakuryu can make split decisions, or jump into the fray of a battle or other bad situations without any guarantee he’ll be able to hold his own. As such he can get into trouble. He can get his comrades into trouble.
Personality:
Strong-willed, brash, optimistic and confident with a willingness to learn all he can about fighting. What else can be said about him? He’s straightforward, generally offering his thoughts even if not the most appropriate time. He can occasionally act without thinking, driving himself and others into situations that may be too hard to manage. Still this only scratches the service of Hakuryu. Beneath the surface of behavior is a young man who loves his family and friends with a deep desire to protect them. He works hard for them always wanting to give them the absolute best. At least to a point.
The newly made devil has also found himself becoming more aggressive, especially when in the heat of battle. He doesn’t become angry, though he does rely more and more on brute strength. He doesn’t stay down. He starts to lose himself, focusing more on the fight itself and the joy of the battle, with which he had glimpsed throughout his training as a martial artist, but has only truly begun to feel now. He acknowledges the fairer sex, and will even compliment/straight up tell a girl she’s pretty or hot. But he’s generally too preoccupied with training or fighting, with a mind full of battle to act or make any moves towards romance.
He at times feels like he might just be hearing a little voice in his head, pushing him to fight more, and even kill. Though he doesn’t know why and he pushes these thoughts aside whenever possible. He’s found that he wants more to fight, to hone his skills and meet stronger opponents. But that isn’t all. At his core, he wishes to become capable of protecting and being there for his friends and family, particularly his mother and little sister who have given him so much over the years.
History:
Hakuryu was born to a loving mother and a less than present father. Still, though there were things he didn’t like, the young man never felt the need to complain about his life as a whole. His mother kept house, making food, cleaning clothes, keeping the home neat and tidy. His father worked, constantly. He made money, paid the rent, etc. When he was home he ate, watched tv, slept. When he wasn’t, was out of mind. Hakuryu can’t say he remembers much of this.
The most vivid memory of his childhood with his father was, and is, of being kidnapped. This stuck with him. He remembered being terrified. He was maybe three years old. He wasn’t sure he would be found. The clown probably wasn’t made up too scary, but it was the most horrifying face he’d ever seen at the time every time he turned to face him. His laugh was maniacal, his eyes bloodshot and his voice course and gruff. Hakuryu was so relieved when police came. He’d been missing a few hours, his father hadn’t noticed, his mother had immediately. She was right there with the police when he was found.
It wasn’t long after this incident that Hakuryu’s sister, , was born. And barely a year after that his father left. A few months after his fourth birthday, his mother put him in self-defense lessons. His sister was in daycare, and though he had school she wanted something for him to do to keep active, and remain under supervision after hours since she’d had to get a job to support herself and her family. She worked as hard as possible, though she would still have to move herself and her children into a smaller apartment.
As he got older Hakuryu would learn more advanced martial arts. Still, his mother needed help. She wouldn’t allow him to get a job, but he was able to help watch his sister after school or after training and he would learn to cook to himself and her. He left meals ready for his mother whenever he felt she would need it.
Hakuryu didn’t keep a low profile at school. He joined various sports teams and clubs in the interest of further training. Keeping active was important, but it was rarely enough. He also enjoyed learning new things and playing against people better than him as he generally began as a novice. His sister began coming to practices with him as they were only roughly 3-4 years apart. When she got old enough he would help her learn to cook so she could take care of herself whenever he was busy or if she was with her mother. Still, he always tried to make the time to be there himself.
Things were going pretty well, if not a little boring for the teen. He worried for his mother, but she’d been making more money and had been working less. He was content with his life, even if it felt a bit stagnant at times. That is until the night he was attacked. There was a monster. It seemed to be in pain, rampaging, practically trying to pry the armor adorning its body off. In a fit of rage it charged him. The street was empty for the most part as he’d been going home late after an intense training session. His master had gone out of town so he was left to his own devices, but skipping wasn't an option. Maybe if he had this wouldn't have happened.
Hakuryu rolled out of the way of the beast. Now 17 he had grown far more agile and his strength was unparalleled as far as ordinary humans went. The smart move would have been to hide or run. But something inside of him screamed fight. If he won, he'd had triumphed over a powerful beast. And if he lost, he didn't deserve to have lived any longer any way. That wasn't what he thought, but the little voice inside his head had all but been silenced and it had been replaced with a darker one telling him to rush the monster.
He utilized his martial arts to the fullest of their immediate capacity. He evade attacks skillfully, taking only small cuts and grazes from the beast's swipes. He countered with powerful blows, enough to make the beast shutter and buckle at the knees. Still, it didn't submit. It pressed on, and though a human taking on and defeating a powerful beast would have made for an awe inspiring story, his wasn't it. The monster rose again and again, the damage it had taken minimal in comparison to Hakuryu. Every little cut and graze and every blow he did take only served to increase. He grew slower, and yet the smile on his face grew wider.
With the stakes raising higher his smile grew into one of madness and glee. Hakuryu wasn't capable of holding out though. He charged at the beast in another attempt at subduing it. It wasn't the smart move, but Hakuryu wasn't himself. He wasn't thinking, acting on his base desire for a fight, acting on what he could only describe as a hunger for battle unlike any he'd ever felt. And that's when he felt one of the monster's deadly blade pierce his stomach. His body began to grow colder, though he continued to struggle, attempting to strike the beast with whatever strength he could muster, though to no avail.
The spider-like demon swung its bladed arm, sending Hakuryu flying off and into the nearest tree. He laid there, eyes glazing over as he watched the monster approach. He felt a tear roll down his cheek as he accepted his fate, unsure of why he had allowed himself to attack the monster. The cool night air felt like ice on his cheek. For a brief moment he swore he could hear the monster crying for help, as though it wasn't in control of itself, as if it had share a similar fate to his own. And then, as he laid dying, something or someone put the creature down.
The battle was swift, and there were more than a single individual. But even if it had been long he wouldn't have been able to watch. He coughed as a figure approached. He heard a voice, sweet and kind. He couldn't understand the words, though he mind had become much more clear. He didn't know what it was compelling him to agree to whatever it was the person talking to him was saying. But he did. He agreed and not long after he found out just what it was he had agreed to, becoming a member of the peerage of the heiress of the Naberius Clan, Ixveria Naberius.
Only 3 months have passed, but Hakuryu has taken to being a devil much more easily than one may have expected.
Other:
I Chooseth this fate of my own free will.
He loves Oreos, or just about any sweet containing Oreos. But he tries not to eat them too much. Still, something of a weakness for him.
Hakuryu usually listens to music when completing tasks. You’d be hardpressed to find him without his wireless earbuds.
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