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Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Oh my actual god I love him so much. I can feel the chemistry between him and Mikako, it's wonderful and I love it.

@Lemons

Hhh glad to hear! And same, I can't wait to play out their many shenanigans 👀

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Have to catch a train soon and if I can't finish while there, I won't be back until Sunday. But wanted to get at least the bulk of this done, so you have the basic gist and don't need to wait on me to move forward! Will format to match the CS template, flesh out and finish (fff, if you will) when back. Might change the pic eventually too, though just to another redhead, lol. That one has more the hair and vibe I imagined, but this current one has so many pics w/ cats!

truly, a mess

Ryuuichi Sakamoto

17 | 1st year | Male

Personality:

Stubborn / Rash / Asocial / Protective

insert a metaphor abt an open book and stuff here eventually

Bio:

Ever since young, Ryuu has been a troublemaker - especially if you were to ask his no-nonsense, self-made parents, who hoped their son might not only inherit their successful tech firm, but their good business sense and ambition as well. A futile hope, they realized early on, when Ryuu clearly lacked both the patience and the smarts to keep up with his peers, let alone rise above them.

What he did have in spades was curiosity and boldness. He was always the one to go first when exploring new - admittedly, often dangerous - places, and he was the first to speak up for himself and others when he saw the need arise - be it against bullies or teachers. Sometimes his meddling came from a good place; the will to help out other kids who couldn't help themselves. Sometimes he really did it only because, quite frankly, he rather enjoyed the rush, the feeling of something happening in a life that his parents did their best to make dull. Reasons hardly mattered to his parents, however. A kid who stood out was a kid in need of stricter rules and boundaries, even punishment if necessary, lest rumours start to spread.

When Ryuu broke the nose of another student who'd thrown his friend's belongings away, his parents decided more drastic measures were in order. So, they sent him away to a rural island, to live with his paternal grandfather. He had made a man out of his son - surely, he could do the same for his unruly grandson.

He could not. He did make Ryuu behave for a time, granted, but out of fear rather than respect, and only by forcing him to suppress all the feelings and thoughts his grandfather deemed bothersome or unmanly. So, the boy who used to wear his emotions on his sleeve, crying when sad, shouting when angry, became a ticking timebomb, calm until the dam burst, and then came the fists and the violence and the plethora of rumours and tales and whispers shared between the locals. A truly troublesome child, that Ryuu.

Troublesome to a point, some said, that he even drove a good man to an early grave out of sheer stress! Never mind that his grandfather had already been old as time when Ryuu had moved in, let alone when he'd passed at almost ninety. By then, Ryuu had already been in trouble with the law more than once, and considering he was now a minor without a guardian, a move back to the mainland seemed to be in order.

At least, were it not for Grandma, living on the other side of the island.

Grandma was not truly Ryuu's grandmother, their blood connection distant at best, but to Ryuu she quickly became the closest family he'd ever had. She took him in, and the few years he spent with her were-- if not calm, at least calmer. Until she, too, had to leave. Her daughter overseas needed her, living alone after a grave accident. Grandma promised, however, that she would be back as soon as she was able, and that she would send postcards regularly. She's kept that promise, and Ryuu's learned patience waiting for her return and taking care of her house, garden, and the many cats she used to feed.

In the few months since she left, Ryuu has managed to keep out of trouble for the most part -- except that one time he assaulted a police officer, who came to check the premises with no regard for his Grandma's beloved flowers. He ended up locked up for a few nights for that.

And he'd do it again, goddamnit.

Trivia:

- Spends a lot of his free time playing online games, usually as a medic, healer, or whatever the game's equivalent is. Lately, he's been pretty into Underwatch. He enjoys knowing that, as a healer, he is in fact needed by an entire team of people, even if they don't outright say it. And there's nothing quite as satisfying as passive-aggressively shoving his healing staff where the sun don't shine if one of his teammates acts up.

So, well, if you've ever wondered why your cute catgirl of a healer becomes a swearing, toxic hellian at the drop of a hat, now you know. It was probably Ryuu.

- Green thumb by circumstance, all thanks to Grandma's garden. Granted, his hands are still often scratched up, if not because of the cats, then because he isn't very good at handling sharp objects or thorns in the garden.

- All the moving and trouble he's gotten himself into have caused him to fall behind and miss enough school that, at seventeen, he's the oldest first year to start at the local school. He tries to hide his age, but few things stay a secret in such a small community.

Connections:

Relationships w peeps!

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

Have a big kitty. Hope you have a big yarn ready.

Will makes this pretty later, have errands and work and moar writing to do stillllll.

Here to scratch your sofa

^{_{(will also drop this and this here, for reasons)}}

Age of Death: — Older than her cubs, younger than Mother
Gender: — Female
Race: — Ti'kari
Psychology: — Now and always, until the moment she is required not to be, she is a watcher. She observes. At times, she merely stalks; at times, she prowls close and prods, paws, speaks, asks. Anything to satiate the curiosity of a stranger in a strange land. Few are the things that scare her, the jungle sovereign, aware of her power, and not aware of yours. She fights not for fighting's sake, but if claws are to clash, she intends to outlive you and yours. She has a duty, be that she cannot remember it, cannot hear Mother here. But once she remembers, she will act, as sure as the sun rises.

⑇⑉What You Remember⑉⑈

^{[She who hunts]}
All she remembers is the hunt.

The soil underneath her paws, the silence and the sounds both, as the jungle held its breath, and her prey did not. Air escaped it in ragged wheezes, tore from its throat as screams and shouts and terror shaped into words she did not understand. There were those that would, those alike her prey, skin on two legs, but they no longer breathed at all, for she'd caught them a moment prior. They lay upon the jungle floor in her wake, feeding the very life they had tried to take. As she ran, their blood, still warm on her paws, imprinted warnings in the duff; stay away, for you are not welcome here, you who are not of nature and do not obey its laws. You take more than you are given, you take when you do not need to take, and you take, and you take, and you take. The Mother has asked kindly - now, she demands.

There was one final scream, one final swing of a limb torn from a tree, shaped and shaved and made sharp by hands that wanted to take all. They would take no more.

⑴ A body; a weapon: her weapons were not forged in fire, not conjured by a vile humoid mind, that which dreams of war and death and conquest. They cannot be cast aside nor stolen from her, and even fear of death shall not make them tremble. They're Mother's gift to her and her kind, so that she may run, and hunt, and feed her young, and be not tamed by Them who come with cages. Fangs to break bone, claws to tear flesh, muscle to carry her, a predator, to you, the prey.

⑵ A passenger; watchful: she is not alone. She never has been, truly, surrounded by life as she was, wherever humoid had not yet tread. Her jungle, ancient, boundless, was alive in so many ways beyond the comprehension of none but Mother, and it is what made it home. But this is different. 'Tis a presence inside her, lurking underneath her skin, breathing and stirring and bleeding out where her stripes run, dormant, always, except when not. And when it wakes, she sleeps, and her dreams are not of nature.

⑇⑉What You Don’t ⑉⑈

^{[What you took was not yours to take, nor mine to give]}
It had troubled her for a time by then, the pain in her shoulder. Pierced by the wooden beak of a humoid bird, the kind they let loose from wood and string, coated in black when it flew, then red when it struck. It had hurt, but she had been hurt before. Pain had not slowed her, so she'd pounced, and then the humoid had hurt worse. But briefly; always briefly, for a single beat of the heart, and no more.

When it did not go away, the pain, she lived with it, hunted with it, did not know it might fester, worse than anything had ever festered, in the jungle, in nature, under Mother's all-seeying eye. She did not see the signs because she could not look; the crawling up of new stripes, from shoulder to neck, to her head, to her skull, to her brain, to her mind. To what connected her to Mother and all her children, all that was.

It is not of nature to hate, even when one breathes their last. Death has walked with her since she first pounced upon an unsuspecting rodent, since her teeth first tore flesh. She has heard its whisper in the wind, as its taken away the fear of a felled boar, the pain of a deer in her claws. It has taken of her kind, too; a cub before its time, an elder calling for an end. One ought not fight it, the one enemy for whom strength means naught.

Yet, she did. And as she trashed, in pain, in fear, in agony, the dark descending upon her fast, too fast, not from the sky but from beneath her own skin, consuming her, she knew, and it made her angry. Whatever the humoids did, whatever manner of death they wrought, it was not the death of the old or the ailing, it was not the snap of a neck or the closing of tired eyes. It was devouring by a power unknown. It was consumption, as one consumes their prey, but from the inside, and for a time longer than a single beat. It was not of nature. And in fighting it, in fighting Death, she, too, was no longer of nature.

And so, she hated.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

Other than not being a Lovecraftian Outer Entity, I’m not going to be that strict. The ballpark is anything with arms, legs, and a mouth, with the caveat of the more monstrous you are the less likely you’ll have positive interactions with the world.

There are a few monstrous races in Rogus that aren’t inherently evil; there’s a tribe of people that are highly developed insects that have been around long enough that they’re able trade and exist alongside the other races.

My advice would be, you can be as ugly as you like but just make sure you are able to walk around humans without being chased with torches and pitchforks.

@Redacted

Writing my sheet atm and hmm, she's also-- well, not at all human (or even humanoid), but if they're used to insect people, a big feline probably wouldn't cause that much concern unless she was actively trying to eat someone, I'd assume? Probably people giving her a wide berth and such, but not chasing her with pitchforks on sight.

Lmk if that's a mistaken assumption though!

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Caught up reading here, ayy. I also love the idea of an isolated, rural islandl Coincidentally, a small, remote town vibe was what I pictured for this anyhow, ha. Complete with the old rundown shrines.

I imagine there'd be a lot of old folk, or at least for sure there are in Ryuu's neighbourhood, since he lives in his grandma's old house after her passing, taking care of her plants and the cats she used to feed and hiding from her disapproving elderly neighbours who keep forgetting who he is and think he's robbing the place every time they see him.

Practically wrote him in my head today at work lol, just didn't get a chance to put any of it down in writing yet. Sorry for the delay! Should have him up while y'all are sleeping.

For the rankings--- I keep flip-flopping between having Ryuu be a short/average ball of anger, or an awkwardly lanky totem pole of anger. But seeing how Mikako is an absolute short queen at 152 cm, there will definitely be some fun height difference shenanigans regardless, lmao. He won't be a giant either way, but, hm, decisions. An image is one of the things I'm still missing, so I think once I settle on one, that'll solidify my decision! He's definitely stereotypically shit at academics tho.

EDIT: I FORGOT to comment on the doodles but aaa those are cute af, Olive! I love foxyboy's many expressive faces.

Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain

Experience: I own a physical copy of the 5th edition rulebook - and have just recently gone through it, while creating a character for another WWtA game! Only played briefly, but been wanting to for a looong time.

Concept: A warrior burdened by past choices, wary of the spiritual.

(Also hi again)

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Gf had a birthday so we were out celebrating, but will catch up on reading what I missed today! Won't actually be in front of a computer until evening due to work and classes though, so can get the basics of the sheet down but might need to finish it on Thursday.

Dark Fantasy Isekai

Got my eye on this as well! 👁️

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

@Vertigo　Also the whole 'good girl x bad guy' and 'opposites attract' thing sounds incredibly accurate for a delinquent boy and the embodiment of pure wholesome sweetness that is Mikako, just saying.

@Lemons

Yesss, I think Ryuu (tentative name) would have no idea how to deal with Mikako's sweetness or like-- her anything honestly, what do when being angry doesn't work??? Who knows, not him. Can't wait!

Symphony on High

💀

20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 326

For once, luck seemed to be on Ciri's side. As she desperately fought back dizziness and nausea, barely able to keep her lunch from the pavement and her boss's shoes, the various figurative fires around her were being put out one by one, without her needing to lift a finger. Which was good, because if she did lift a finger, she saw three of them.

Kittyman had ran off with Regina (sans an arm, served her right) without any harm coming to Blue, an explosion Ciri could only guess was caused by Blondie (where was she, come to think of it?!) had sent the biggest threat to Crazy Train plummeting from the sky, and from the looks of things, Trixy and Boteg had taken care of whoever else remained up there. GEMINI had left, and not all together, either. So had the suspicious shadow wielder, and the nuns. Maverick, for once, had the numbers on all of them after all, and it seemed like no one wanted to try and solo an entire biker gang, a dragon and a flying train.

Speaking of soloing shit... from what Ciri could gather trying to follow all the goings-on in the sky, Blue had practically been working overtime to try and save absolutely, literally everyone, it looked like. Man, she'd need a word with that girl eventually, before her bleeding heart bled her dry.

For now...

"Hey, Boss," she managed, looking up at the sky at Boteg, who had not only caught Blue twice, had also helped Trixy protect the train. Pretty brave shit, for a cowardly dragon. "Mind calling Pizza Hub? I'll get the damn dragon, you get him a triple melty-gold pizza."

With that, Ciri took a few quick steps in the direction Boteg had flown off to, mentally summoning It to her, so she could hitch a ride. Yeah, she could've just summoned something too, but why waste mana if she didn't have to?