AlteredTundra

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{LOCATION — Los Angeles International Airport → Miami International Airport → Private Hanger → Miami Marina
INTERACTIONS — Run in with an old friend}

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“Today’s the day.”

Derex was riding first class to his old stomping grounds — Palm Beach, Florida. The memories he had attached to that place. Those memories date back to when he was barely 13 and his family moved from Germany to Florida. At the time, he hadn’t thought about what exactly was in store for him. At thirteen, Derex wasn’t thinking about much. He was leaving the only home he knew to another home that he would eventually call his own. When he made his first friends in Asher and Ty, he thought it was great because here were two boys who he had developed a brotherhood for life with.

That friendship carried over through the years. As with everyone who becomes busy in life, sometimes the frequency of contact wavered in the years, but a thing about a brotherhood? No matter how busy life got for any of them, there was one thing that could bring em all back together: guaranteed front row seats at any of his fights. And the afterparties were always legendary. Always whether it was just the three dogs let loose on the town or when the gang could get together, especially because his social circle was the same as theirs.

Which included Paulina. Especially Paulina since she was best friends with Amalee and Rex had always been close with his self-appointed adopted introvert.

As he sat in his seat, thinking about the last time the whole gang was together and the events that followed, Rex couldn’t help but think about how his last…encounter with Paulina left a lot of questions. There was a night a few weeks ago where he and Paulina drank too much. He couldn’t remember how many shots he threw back, but he recalled Paulina matching his pace, if not exceeding it. Most of that night remained a mystery but he remembered they made it to his place. And the sex they had would make Thor and Odin jealous, yet make every viking cheer in support of the extremely-physical things they did.

And then morning came. Immediately after he woke up, he did so with a phone call from his baby sister. Lena, like Rex, also enjoyed the reckless unpredictability of a night out on the town. She was involved in a classic bar fight. Lena was a true firecracker and she had gotten herself arrested. Rex, ever the family man who always put his family first, left as soon as he could. He left a note for Paulina, explaining it and hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him.

But ever since then he never heard back from her. Not even to let him know how angry she was at him for leaving her alone in his Malibu beach house. He assumed that maybe she was busy with things in her own life or she needed space. He respected that, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder she was indeed mad at him. Or at least felt some kind of way about him.

Which brought him to the feeling of apprehension he was having. He was halfway into the flight and it would land with a couple of hours before he had to be at the Miami Marina. Still, something deep down told him this might not be the exciting reunion with his old class that he was hoping it might be.

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“This is your captain speaking!” The captain of the flight spoke over the intercom. Rex immediately shook his head, and by extension, himself, awake as the captain continued, “We will be landing at Miami International Airport in 15 minutes.”

Rex stretched his arms and loosened all of his limbs. He made sure his seatbelt was on, as per the protocol when landing. No matter how many times he flew back and forth from Miami to Los Angeles, which in all honesty has been frequent due to his own business he conducts. Much like his father who also goes between the cities, he has his businesses. Ever since his father retired full time from running day to day operations of their gym, Rex took over the majority ownership. He may not have oversight of the day to day, but he pops in every other week for progress reports. He sits on the board of the now global chain of boxing and lifestyle fitness. In recent years, they’ve strayed away from his father’s initial vision and became more of a rival for the likes of Planet Fitness and In-Shape City.

Rex had always preferred to keep himself busy. In high school, even though he was training constantly at his father’s gym, he always wanted to be challenged. He did well enough at his academics, so he never needed to study much, so that’s really how he found himself with the free time to play football. Plus, he loved the sport. Whether it was American or European, he just loved it. He regularly plays soccer for charity as well as Football. He even has a minor ownership of the Miami Dolphins.

When the plane landed, it only took roughly half an hour for Rex to get his single duffle bag of luggage only to be led by security (upon his request) to a private hanger he owned. In it, among other things, was the one man he trusted above everyone else to manage the Miami location of his gym.

“Freddie!” Rex dapped his brother from another mother…well, one of three brothers from another mother. Freddie was his childhood best friend. Both of them were born and raised in Germany and even though Rex moved away, he never fell out of it with him. Always called. Always chatted. They would always play call of duty or madden every weekend and night that both of them were free. Eventually, Freddie moved to the states for college. Unlike Rex, he was a cage fighter and rose through the ranks in Bellator and UFC respectively. They called him Blitz because nobody sees him coming.

“Sexy Rexy! How was your flight? Ride it strong?” Fred joked, nudging his friend teasingly.

“You idiot,” Rex rolled his eyes, looking around his hanger. His own jet that he and Freddie owned was here but also his own personal ride that he kept here. “Yeah, it was fine. First class gets dull when you fly it all the time. A shame our baby is going through some hard times.”

“She just needs a little TLC and she’ll be flying us to Tokyo like she was last year. I do miss the dangerous delight of my puffer fish.”

The Bull shook his head. “You’re gonna die young, I hope you know that.”

“Life fast, die young, Fredrick Weiss does it well!” The blonde German started to dance to the rhythm of the slightly-altered Mia song. “Anyway! You got that reunion today, right?”

Rex smiled, shrugged, but eventually nodded. “Yeah. Gotta get to the marina within the hour. Of all places, it’s on a yacht.”

“So this otta be right up your alley. You’re basically a natural sailor at this point, what with how many models, sex workers, and the occasional hot mess socialites you’ve slept with on those fancy-ass LA yachts.”

Rex shook his head. Not that he was ashamed of his wildly impressive body count that was ont he verse of going triple…digits, that is, lately he’s been thinking of numero tres on that list. Number three being Paulina. He wanted to downplay some of Fredide’s comments and thoughts that he knew his friend was keeping inside. Rarely did Fred keep his intrusive thoughts inside, but knowing him, he could get a lot more colorful with his words.

“This one’s a bit different.”

“Oh because it’s your friend’s yacht? Cheer up, Rexy! I’ve met Ty plenty of times. He seems like he might be a dope ass host. Thousand Sunny is a great name for a yacht.”

He sighed. As always, Freddie was a bit too lost in his own intrusive thought-ridden mind. “No, not because of that. And yes, I agree it’s a great name and a yacht that I’m sure will be fun to party on. But you should know why, man. I literally told you about it last week.”

“Ohhh right! Has she not called you at all or are you too fucking chicken to make this move again?” Freddie allowed himself to sigh and almost glare at his childhood best friend. “You know for a Bull, you sure are playing chicken.”

“I am not a chicken!”

“Bock bock bock!” Freddie made the appropriate gestures, slouching forward and bending his arms like a chicken wing. “I’m sure your friends are tired of it, but this friend in this lovely hanger, standing right behind your damn Bugatti Chiron, is…also tired of it. There’s a long list of hot babes you’ve given the ole Bull Ride to, but what bout your heart, man? YOUR HEART!” Freddie gripped the very broad shoulders of The Bull and made the man who held a few inches over him look at him in his striking blue eyes. “Forget how mesmerizing my eyes are and listen to me! This woman Paulina is the only one you keep bitching about. You both made some stupid mistakes of thinking you were holding each other back. I don’t know how it was for her, but I was there on the other end of those late night gaming seshes. So I know, like usher said, you got it bad for her. So, also like Usher said, roll up to that reunion, pick the right time, and utter these following words…”

“Please no…”

Too late. Rex saw the grin on his friend’s face and he broke out into song. “THESE ARE MY CONFESSIONS~!”

And for ten minutes, with nobody around but the two of them to witness, the boys from Germany sang not just part one, not just part two, but PART 3 of Confessions. The two that Usher sang, but also the parody that Weird Al Yankovic did, as well. Ten minute spent singing in perfect German and ten more laughing about it.

When it was all said and done, the two were laying on their backs on the concrete floor of the hanger and they just looked up. It wasn’t always, but every now and then, Rex and Freddie liked to do this. They were idiots together. Rex had that vibe about him. Under all of the suave bravado he had with the many women he has slept with, the ultra macho, gym bro alpha male persona when he was in the ring, there was a boy who loved to break into song. Call him Troy Bolton but make it German. Call him a fruit (because he heard it from people all his life who didn’t understand), but don’t call him a coward.

Yet, as he laid in silence, Rex felt like one. He’s felt like one for close to a decade. He could say a lot about the reasons why he never pursued her after they “broke up”, but the truth of the matter was, deep down where all of his insecurities reside that are usually held under lock and key, he could see it for what it was. He was afraid. Always charging forward, but The Bull was running away.

He kipped up almost immediately after coming to this realization and as he did, his shorts hiked up into his ass. “Time for this bull to actually run towards something for a change.”

“MY MANNNN!” Freddie mirrored his friend and brought him into a bro hug. A tight one, at that. The hug lasted a few moments and they grinned at each other. “Better stampede ahead. You have…” Freddie checked his Apple Smart Watch. “Yeah, like twenty minutes to make it. Good thing you got yourself a car that will make you fast as fuck boiiiii!”

“Damn right it will. I knew keeping that beautiful candy-apple red Bugatti here would pay off.”

“That and you haven’t exactly paid for it to be shipped to your Malibu beach house.”

Rex shrugged. “Details-schmetails. What matters is that’s my ticket to not pisisng off a certain host.”

“Ty?”

“Sadly no. He is the chillest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. If he was planning this shit, I could show up an hour late and he’d be too high to notice. It’s Nikole Saera. You know her. Hot as fuck, but also a nightmare if you make trouble for her planning. Ever the infamous party planner. Great when you want shit to go a certain way, but punctuality has no leeway in her eyes.” It was annoying, but Rex could understand the drive. Kole was no different than Rex was. She was all about the grind. It didn’t matter if her grind was barking orders at the unlucky sap that would be working close with her.

Poor Ty.

Rex opened the front door to the bugatti and turned it on, letting the engine get ready as he tossed his bag in the backseat. He specifically chose this Bugatti for the fact that he wanted a luxury convertible. He didn’t want just any and it was down to a McLaren and a Bugatti. The Bugatti won.

“Damn she sounds like a nightmare. Be sure to give her my number.”

Rex rolled his eyes and cracked a grin. “Sure. I’ll be sure to pass along the message. ‘Hey Kole, been a long time. By the way, you seeing anyone? My idiot brotha-from-anotha-mother wants to fuck ya. Here’s his number.’” Rex let out a deep laugh front he gut while he and Freddie play-wrestled for about a minute.

“Fucker. Get out of here. Be sure to post on your story. I wanna see all the craziness that you’re willing to make public.”

Revving the engine, both Rex and Freddie gave each other a hand gesture that was synonymous with not just their friendship, but the gesture a lot of the younger fans of both of them use to identify each other. Between the two of them, it was how they always communicated the sentiment of ‘see you later’.

As he drove out of the hanger and left the airport, Rex drove it like the stampeding bull that he was. While it may have been perceived as reckless, he had full control. The thrill of getting the attention of cops was always part of the addiction. Adding to it, Rex took advantage of his ability to multitask but hitting up his group chat with The Boys, Asher and Ty.

“BULL IS STAMPEDING HIS WAY THROUGH MIAMI TRAFFIC BOYS! GONNA GET FUCKING LIT TODAYYY!”

The sounds of Thin Lizzy’s ‘The Boys are Back In Town’ was like a symphony down the streets of Miami, en route to the Marina. But, more importantly, party central!

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{LOCATION — On the road → Miami Beach Marina/Docks
INTRODUCING → The Turbulent Twins of Triton's Domain, Babble and Brooke Swimmer!
@Eyeshine & @Aces Away}

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“So what time do we have to be there again?” The younger Swimmer twin said, closing the door of her blue Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. It was the 2020 model and she had bought it recently, after explaining to her good buddy Asher, who also served as the family’s personal account manager and the holder of her chains, that she wanted one and promised it was a good investment.

He didn’t disagree, so she bought it that day. In all cash.

Bro was more than just excited for this reunion, she was more energetic, more fueled up on Monster Energy than she probably should be. Suffice to say she was wired as fuck! But she was so wired and somehow managed to convince Babs to let her be the one to drive (she could focus decently enough to get from point a to point b, so it really wasn’t a big deal. She always thrived when she was on the edge of overdosing on pure adrenaline (the feeling, not the thing you stab someone in the heart with when they literally OD).

“Do you think we have time to get something to eat?” She asked as she was pulling out of the joint driveway of their homes. Oh yeah, the twins lived in the same shared land. Big ole piece of prime real estate. Big enough to fit two spacious homes with their own utilities and a conjoined pool that was a swimmer’s paradise. Also they had a mini skatepark. Basically they had a mansion-sized land.

Babble pulled their phone out from the inner pocket of their light-weight suit jacket, checking the time on the screen before opening the maps to search for fast food and doing a bit of mental math. Babs hummed and swayed their head side to side while thinking before coming to a decision.

“There’s a Checkers on the way or an Arby's a minute or two out of the way, dude. If we’re in line for like, less than ten minutes then we’ll still get there on time,” The dark haired twin allowed easily, also swayed by the hunger in their own stomach and the way it rumbled as if to prove a point. “I want the garlic loaded fries if it’s Checkers.”

“I do love Arby’s.” Unpopular opinion because most people reject the hidden brilliance that is Arby’s and their absolutely goated curly fries, but there was nothing like them. But Babs being Babs, Bro knew her twin wanted to get to the sight of the boat boat boat on time. “Checkers it is then! I want mine with ranch, cheese, and bacon.” Her mouth was salivating at the thought of it. She preferred Arby’s curly fries, but they were on a deadline and knowing the time of day it was now, there was no way in Poseidon’s underwater hell they would make it with Babs’ preferred schedule, even if Bro drove a little over the speed limit..

Well, she always did, but any faster would get the cops on their asses. Nobody wanted that.

It only took twenty minutes for the Swimmer Twins to get to their local Checkers-Rally’s and get their two orders of fries and a couple drinks, because how can you have fries without some liquid candy!

Babs slurped happily on their chocolate milkshake, a small coke shoved into the cup holder for when it was time to switch up the texture. As Bro peeled out of the parking lot, Babs fell into routine and stabilized all the food and drinks until Bro leveled out at just about eight miles above the speed limit. Babs slurped on their shake and watched Bro as the light haired woman’s hair got blown every which way by the wind, already planning on using the few early minutes they’d have upon arrival to detangle all the knots that their sister was accumulating. Maybe she’d let Babs braid it before they boarded, especially in case she needs to throw up after drinking too much and Babs isn’t around to hold her hair back for her. It would be a win-win.

Instead of offering up any of these thoughts, however, Babble opened their mouth and asked, “Bro, do you think that like…the garlic fries would be fuckin’ banger dipped in this shake?”

Bro took a few moments to ponder her twin’s question. After exactly two of them, she shrugged. “I can’t say I’ve ever given it a shot but we’ve both had odd combos before we never thought about and, well that’s how we became crack addicts!” She spoke with such a nonchalance that she understood what other people might assume. No it wasn’t crack the drug, but rather the unique salty and sweet mixture of fries and milkshakes. Fries and Ranch taste like the bomb dot com, so it was an easy jump because milk is used in the making of ice cream…kind of.

Whoa, Bro’s mind went on a weird trajectory for a second. She took one of her loaded fries in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed. “If it tastes good, then who needs dipping sauce when you got a good ole choco shaky! And if it’s not good…well, at least you’ll know, dude!” Her logic was sound in her mind and she gave her twin a thumbs up, almost like a seal of approval in this culinary endeavor (she learned that word recently! Learning is fun.)

Babs nodded along with the logic, taking the encouragement and absolutely scooping out a glob of chocolate shake with a handful of fries, shoving the combo in their mouth and chewing slowly to get the full flavor. Once the new taste had been filed away in their mind, Babs swallowed and grinned at Bro.

“That was amaziiiiiiiing,” They raved, already dipping another fry with enthusiasm. “So, who are you most excited to see?”

“Would it be fair to say Ji-Su? I know we see her almost all the time, but it’s a bit.” She knew it was still cheating. Ji-Su was a frequent flier on their interaction tour. “Ash might be cheating too. I’m financially required to see him.” She almost scowled at the unfairness of her financial leash. So what if she bought some little things here and there that ended up being mistakes or thought investing in NFT’s were a good idea. She learned her lesson. “I think it would be dope to see Ziggy outside of their club! But I am a bit nervous to see Kole again. I remember her being a big hard-ass back in the day. Never let me jump off any roof without hearing the whole lecture. Oh you shouldn’t do that! You could crack your skull! The roof was damaged!”

“The roof held up just fine,” Babs assured with a confident nod. "But if we're going for those we don't see a lot then I gotta say Lindsey! I haven't seen her in person since Ama and I took her out for brunch after she lost Idol," Their head tilted to the side, thinking of another friend they hadn't seen in a while. Kole, upon Matty's disappearance, had pulled away from the twins, and Babble wasn't sure if that hurt them or their sister more, given that Babs and Kole's flings were much…lighter than the energy that always seemed to spark when Bro and Matty were near each other. Babs knew that what was between them and Kole was mostly exploration on the long haired girl's part, and tactile comfort for Babs. Knowing-despite not believing in the same fate for Matty as their sister- how down Brooke got whenever Matty, and by extension Kole, was brought up, Babs decided not to mention this particular person out loud. Instead, they turned to Brooke and gave her a needless assurance.

"I know we see them a lot but they still count! Like, I brought paint supplies so that Ama and I can do a paint and puff and sip!” Babble hung around Asher, Ty, and Ama any time they were on downtime during a gig in Cali, and Bro had to meet up with Asher at least once a month to go over her financials- a necessary repetitive lesson in responsibility, as Asher would say- but they were great friends and it has been a little while since they’ve seen each other. When Rex joins too? God help them all. “We were performing during Cole's last rodeo so I didn't get to use my ticket, so you can bet I'm going to glomp onto that dude as soon as possible," Cole was a great friend and Babs loves their conversations, but Babble was also a firm subscriber to 'If they're tall and sturdy than I shall climb', and Cole and Rex have both been victims of Babble's need to be in places higher than they themself can reach. "Oh, but I did get to catch Rex’s last match, talk about a nail biter! I wanted to talk to him too so we might not see each other much once we get there,” Which is par for the course. They almost always split up once they got to the actual party, which was totally fine given how much time they spend together in general. But they always found a point to check in with each other. Babs may only be older by a few minutes, but the big sibling urge to make sure that Bro was okay at any given time was strong. Especially given Brooke’s reckless proclivities that Babs only ever really indulged in when with the blonde. “Meet up at some point for a dip in the pool? Actually maybe the hot tub?”

“Whoa you really think there’ll be a hot tub?” Bro took a moment to think about it. It was Ty’s boat, right? He was super super rich. Like Richard Branson levels of rich. Of course there would be a spot for a pool and hot tub. She giggled after realizing this and grinned. “Yeah that sounds like a plan, Babs! I kind of want to check up on Ziggy too. Haven’t seen em since…the last time we DJ’d their club. Which was like…how long ago? A month, right?” With the sort of high-octane life Bro lived, both with her sister and on her own, sometimes the days were hard to keep track. In the past month alone she’s went cliff-diving, sky diving, did the 1-chip challenge, and was even on hot ones with Babs, which they totally nailed with mid diff!

“Yeah, last month, dude. That was a dope time,” The time keeper of the two answered easily, Thinking back to the pounding music and strobing lights. “And I know there’ll be a hot tub,” They promised, having been on The Thousand Sunny while hanging out with Ty before, coaxed into a daytrip with him, Ama, and Asher during a free weekend last summer. It’s an awesome boat, and Babs digs the fact they can swim INSIDE it. Fuckin’ dope is what that is. The hot tub was easy to find because of the scented chemicals used in the water, and Babs knew for a fact it was an easy trail to follow even when rather drunk, so it was the perfect meetup spot on the large ship. Babs spent a minute giving Bro the actual directions to the hot tub from inside the boat before realizing that the chemical scent was probably all the direction Bro would need in this instance. “Follow the fake flowery smell, my dude, you’ll find it!”

“Oh rad!” Brooke had been listening, enjoying her food and finishing them up as her twin finished explaining in surprising detail, because Babs knew just how bad Brooke was with navigation…all current circumstances aside. She could drive down a road, but something as simple as the layout of a boat was far beyond her pay grade. It was weird. She could do an all-nighter drive going to the Key West from Miami. There’s almost a part of her that would love to do that drive again, but she would have to settle for the half hour that remained until they got to the Miami Beach Marina.

As she made a quick glance at the visual GPS on the high tech LED display, if nothing on an astronomical bummer scale happened, they would make it with fifteen minutes remaining, which is more than enough time to be fashionably early. Just thinking about it, Bro was getting the jitters. Or maybe it was the sugar from the choco shake. Both? Both. Both is good!

“First thing I’m gonna do once I’ve caught up with the dudes and dudettes I wanna catch up with is stripping into my swim suit I have under my dress and taking a dippy dip!” Bro excitedly bopped the steering wheel as a way to control her excitement while trying to focus on the road. There wasn’t any traffic so a little distraction could be afforded as long as they didn’t swerve…

“Shawww yeah!” Babs replied with equal excitement while drumming their fingers on the dashboard, their own swimsuit under their floral patterned short suit. Kole had demanded that everyone arrive in smart-casual dress, and after looking up what the hell that meant the twins had complied, but the party planner knew she was putting the Swimmer twins near multiple different types of water so she had to know that the dress code would only last for so long once the Sunny had set sail. If Babs knew her at all then they knew that most of the reasoning was probably so everyone could get good pictures and exchange business cards, play at the professionals that most of them usually were before the night went absolutely off the rails.

They pulled up to the marina exactly fourteen minutes early, cups and containers empty but stomachs full, and as both jumped out of the Jeep, Babs turned back around and grabbed a wide-tooth comb and a bottle of sea salt spray from the glove compartment before closing the door. They pushed their own wild hair out of their face and gestured for their sister to turn around, spending the next few minutes gently detangling Bro’s loose waves and reviving them with the spray. Bro rejected Bab’s offer of a loose braid, so the older twin threw the comb and spray into their bag, in a pocket separate from the art supplies. With eight minutes to spare, the Swimmer twins were ready for The Thousand Sunny.

“Ready, Bro?”

Throwing her hands up into the air, showing just as much as care as she had in her entire body, Bro, with the widest grin she could physically muster, shouted at the top of her lungs, “I’M READY! READYYY TO PARRRRRRRTYYYYYY!”

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Rex "The Bull" Steiner

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^{Rex ⚓ 29 ⚓ Professional Boxer ⚓ Florian Munteanu ⚓ Mahogany/#c04000}

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⚓ A B O U T M E

🥊 Born in Kiel, Germany, Derex Steiner comes from Ukranian and German origins. His mother, Oriyana "Yana" Kovalenko (FC: Oksana Fandera), 58, was born in Kyiv, Ukraine, but moved to Germany not long after she turned 15. She and her family moved to Kiel, Germany where she met a hotshot know-it-all with a passion that lured her into a lifetime of excitement and intensity in the form of Wolfgang Steiner (FC: Dolph Lungdren). He would go on to be one of Germany's best exploits in the world of boxing and by the time he was 35, he had amassed a world-wide name. Married to Yana for over 10 years at that point and started a family, having two children, Derex and Olena (FC: Pricilla Kelly/Gigi Dolin).
🥊 The Steiners moved to the United States after Wolfgang became the sole owner of Stone Gyms, a worldwide branch of Boxing gyms that would be headquartered out of Miami Florida, though the Steiners would find a suitable home in Palm Beach when Rex was 13 and Lena was 11.
🥊 Rex wasn't necessarily an angry boy or even that he was mad that he had moved away from the only home he had known. The boy then loved excitement. Loved adventure, but he was full of energy. Full of so much intense passion that it was almost hard to contain it. He always longed to be a boxer just like his father and had been training since he was 5, but when he turned 13, he began competing in junior divisions, where had great success. Especially with his father as his trainer. #gonepotism
🥊 Rex was always taught how to be respectful and to always stand up for those who can't defend himself. Being an older brother and even though Lena could more than handle herself, as she takes kickboxing, Yana was instrumental in instilling good values into her son. He was always bigger than those around him, so his strength must always be used for good. His mother also taught him how to be respectful to everyone and especially women. Didn't matter if he was dating them or not. Rex never would ever lay his hand to any woman and never has. He respects them but isn't afraid to reject if they dont' respect him back. Momma didn't raise a bastard but she didn't raise a coward either.
🥊 As he lived in Palm Beach, Rex befriended Ty Green and Asher Silverstein to the point where they became fast bros. The bestest of bros. They had their differences in personalities, but that's what made them mesh well. An easy, medium, and hard trio of bros when it came to intensity. Their friendship would remain strong post high school with them both always having a ticket saved for them at every one of Rex's fights. Front seat at that. Only the best for his boys.

🥊 Through his friendship with Ty and Asher, Rex came to know Amaanda Lee (though he always just called her Amalee). They were roughly the same age, but she always had these younger sisterly vibes and Rex has always felt protective over Lena even though she never needed it. So he had one he could protect on occasion.

🥊 In his junior year, to look good on his college applications, Rex was advised he needed an arts credit and he knew he couldn't draw and wasn't musically gifted, so he turned to theater, thinking it would be easy. He was of the mindset that all he needed to do was show up and say things. While still true, he acted so arrogantly that he rubbed a certain Paulina Villanueva the wrong way. A simple way of explaining his first impression of her was that she seemed too soft to phase him in the way that she did, but he was proven wrong and before long, they would be cast opposite of each other as leads in the play. So naturally, they would need to rehearse lines. The unintentional consequences of those led to a spark being ignited between them that led to steamy makeout sessions, bonding over their shared experiences as an older sibling, and the eventual relationship that blossomed through the many hours of being so close together.

🥊 They remained together through the latter half of their senior year until graduation and remained together some into the months after before they split apart amicably. They chose this path mutually because they didn't want to hinder the other's career, despite Rex regretting not speaking his true feelings in wanting to stay with her.
🥊 The awkwardness between them would only increase as their paths would cross several times throughout the following years due to their shared friend group. Rex is best friends with Ty and Asher and Paulina with Amalee, so naturally the paths would cross when their schedules allowed it, leading to some occasional hookups whenever their group of friends met up. Occasional and multiple.

🥊 In the boxing world, Rex is known as The Bull, which is more than just because when he hits, all he sees is red dripping down his opponent's nose, but he's built like a brick house surrounded by titanium. He moves faster than most would and when it's all said and done, he's the real star of every match. He has over 10 championships in his honor including 3 golden gloves, 7 world championships, and is aiming to qualify for the next summer olympics for team USA and bring his first golden medal.
🥊 His net worth is over 45 million due to sponsorships, ad campaigns, guest starring roles in premium cable shows, and merch sales. He currently lives in his Malibu Beach House.
🥊 Rex is an avid car collector. He owns his own garage where he houses his collectables ranging from old cars from the 60s and 70s that he commissioned to be redone and repainted to their former glory to the 4 cars he owns himself including his every day Hum-V, painted red and black with a bull emblem along the side of it.
🥊 Rex has only 5 loves in this world: his career, his cars, his family, and his two doggies: a 3-year-old Rottweiler, Missy and his 3-year-old Pitbull, Thor. He currently has their 5 babies that are hot on the market to be sold with him keeping 2 of them.
🥊 Rex is a devout Norse Pagan. Believes wholeheartedly in his Alfather and constantly wants to bring normal day awareness to it, despite the hatred he might receive from some self-righteous Christians.
🥊 Rex has a busy life, but he loves to stay active. Whether that's working out in the gym, hiking up the Hollywood hills, mountain climbing, or just enjoying nature, he's always doing something. He's a very physical man and his body demands it.

🥊 Fluent in German and English (speaks with a slight German twang in his voice)
🥊 He can cook up some good grub, too.

_{Wolfgang Steiner (father, 60) || Oriyana "Yana" Steiner(nee.Kovalenko, mother, 58) || Derex "The Bull" Steiner || Olena "Lena" Steiner (younger sister, 27)}

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Brooke "Bro" Swimmer

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^{Bro ⚓ 29 ⚓ Trick Surfer/Ametuer DJ ⚓ Samara Weaving ⚓ Sky Blue/87ceeb}

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⚓ A B O U T M E

🏄 Born three minutes after Babble was. Bro is convinced that during those three minutes Babble assumed direct control over their once-formerly shared brain cell
🏄 Both she and Babs come from a family so mixed of financial backgrounds it’s crazy to even think about. Their father, Reef Swimmer (FC: Keanu Reeves) came from a middle class family while her mother, Bernadette “Bernie” Swimmer (FC: Jennifer Coolidge) came from an old money family rooted in France, which was where they met. Babs and Bro spent their first five years living in Etretat, France and traded one beach town for the other in the form of Palm Beach, Florida

🏄 Due to their time spent living in France, though it may not be as pronounced now, when both she and Babs speak, their accent has a semi-obvious French presence. Additionally, Bro is able to fluently speak French and English, although the pronunciation of the French Language, as Phoebe Bouffet would say.

🏄 Chaotically bisexual and has no lean whatsoever. Almost as reckless with her choice in partners as she was with some of the dumb shit she used to do in high school. While she wouldn’t be considered a “thot”, because that might reduce the other things she accomplished to just her being easy, but Brooke never really thought too much about it. If she vibed with you, then she would vibe with you in any way that she could. Love is love is lust is love. At the end of the day, it’s all the same to her and she doesn’t sweat the larger stuff. Hakuna Matata and all that hubble bubble!
🏄 Speaking of dumb shit, Bro has no regard for her own physical well-being. Whereas normal people were told not to climb trees and/or not to jump off unstable structures, Bro was always climbing them and jumping into the ocean, into a pool. Sometimes she would break an arm and sometimes the thrill of nearly escaping such a fate would inspire her to test the limits Lady Luck had with her.
🏄 Outside of her primary hobby and what would later become her job, Bro loves cliff-jumping. She loves finding these spots like coves that you would have to go underwater/underground to find and finding the highest spot imaginable and jump off of it. Skydiving is another one of her favorite things to do. Once she even convinced Babs to jump off of a crane with her. Probably stupid but also very illegal. Thank god nobody recorded it….Yeah totally nobody recorded it, right?
🏄 Like her father before her, along with her sister, she took up surfing from a young age. She stuck with it with pro competitions in her younger years and well into her 20s. At a point, both she and Babble fell in love with the showmanship of it all and actually became something of a surfing equivalent to the Globetrotters. Performing wild and insane tricks anywhere from being the opening act at pro competitions to being the main attraction at places such as Six Flags and just about any amusement park around the world where there was a body of water.

In addition to their trick surfing fame, the two are also ameteur DJ’s. They have released over 4 EPs and regularly perform at influencer parties. Babs n Bro have amassed over 3.5 million followers across social media.
🏄 Brooke also has a deep-seated love for all things anime, manga, comics, and video games. Whether Babs wanted to do it or not, she would always pitch they spice up their performances by cosplaying. It never fun if she’s the only one who does it. And her body isn’t necessarily built for some of her favorites, which are busty busty busty women! Did Bro forget to mention? She loves them currrrrves! On men and women!

🏄 Though Bro runs most of the business of her father’s Surfing Shop business, which she has helped franchise throughout the east and west coast and while she does run most of the day to day business things, she is on something of an allowance-based income. Long story short: she made a few bad investments, was stupid with her money in her early 20s, so now everything is ran through Ash. Ash knows all and sees all, but most importantly, prevents Bro from making some bad financial decisions. Still, she makes enough and gets enough to have a nice beach house in Miami. South Miami is where it’s at and she surfs almost every chance she can get.
🏄 Small side note: because of how close she is with Matias, having been one of her closest party buddies from high school, she firmly believes he's dead. It's so sad so she has a Facebook page set up in his honor. Their reunion fb group never gave any official confirmation (none she could find, that is), so she's assuming they think he's dead too. How sad!

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Yoshino Denji (The serious twin)

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Yoshino Denji Age - 25 Gender - Male Occupation - Hunter - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Traditionalist Denji is a stickler for tradition after learning of his uncle's death. Having to watch his twin brother constantly shirk his duties feels Denji with untold dread. This has led the man to constantly act within the traditions, never once coming close to breaking them. Any breaking of these traditions will cause Denji to "discipline" the guilty party. Praying is vastly important to the point he prays at every turn. This traditionalism brought a level of fear toward Yokai that Denji has yet to rectify. Stalwart Thanks to growing up alongside a hyperactive twin, Denji is rather the silent type. He does not use many words to express himself nor, does he often go out of his way to befriend anyone. Anything that would get in the way of keeping the village safe and fed is seen as non-important; this does NOT mean that Denji avoids every get together but, that he chooses to be friendly after all tasks are finished. Selfless Denji is constantly helping those around the village despite his own personal wants and needs. This does not extend to those he considers harmful to traditions but, instead he is willing to patiently help those in need. Even so, Denji will not go out of his way if he thinks it will harbor on harming the traditions set in place. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Tracking Denji is an expert tracker. He has trained extensively underneath his father and grandfather, acquiring secrets that even his brother has yet to learn. Tracking is a hobby to Denji despite seeing it as a necessity, practicing his skills during his free time. The thrill of the hunt excites the man; hiding that excitement for his brother doesn't tease him. Using every sense, Denji can track with the best of his clan. Sojutsu To make a long story short, Denji is rather experienced when using a spear; specifically learning sojutsu to support his brother's affinity with archery. He has no love for using the spear, but it allows him to stay out of danger when hunting. He has practiced tirelessly to strike and kill animals in a single strike so as not to invoke the wrath of the yokai. Cook A trait learned from their mother, Denji has an affinity for cooking. He thoroughly enjoys mixing herbs, and spices to find the best combinations, marinating his meat to perfection. There is not much to say but, he has a specific eye for grilling. Cooking family meals has been a tradition for Denji for as long as he could remember.

Physical Description Considering that Denji is a identical twin, he shares a set of features with his older twin that classifies them as pleasing to the eye. The younger twin does attempt to differentiate himself from his brother, keeping his hair semi-straight in comparison to Denki's spiky look, and growing his hair out into a ponytail that reaches his lower back. Physically his body matches Denki almost identically, his muscles being more defined and pronounced due to his rigid training. Notably there is a scar across his left cheek from a failed hunt. Character Conceptualization Denji has not had a interesting life up to this point. For years, he was the responsible twin, despite being younger by a few minutes, that had to keep Denki in line. His stalwart and rigid personality being a result of his fear of Yokai; a fear crafted from losing his uncle to a yokai when Denji was 5 years old. This fear is a big part of the reason why he keeps to tradition so fervently, even explaining why he comes down so hard on his older twin so often, the fear of losing someone else swims through his mind every hunt. But also this fear has lead to a fascination with the old world and the relic that Takamori Kenji keeps at his side. Denji would be content with keeping things the way they are but, a part of him remains curious of the past. Other Information Denji constantly has to prepare Denki's meals and remind him to eat The shoulder pad on his kimono is a reminder of his Uncle Daiki, the same shoulder pad he died wearing Denji knows the signs purify, heat, and slow It is a rather known bit of info that Denji is afraid of Yokai but, only Denki knows how much

@Taka

Ju-V

^{INTERACTIONS: Aegis Agent, Mountain Man and Freshwater/Saltwater Otter, everyone who heard him
LOCATION: San Francisco International Airport → HOP ON THE BUS → Boats n Hoes~ → Fun Playroom}

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"What a total bummer."

Those words echoed in the usually empty head of one Skylar Vass as he flew on a commercial flight, escorted by a couple of Aegis agents, no less, from Kahului Airport to San Francisco International. Flying coach with special circumstances or something to that effect made no sense to Kyle, but it wasn’t because he was looking too much into being escorted by these agents but, honest to god, he wasn’t even thinking about it. His mind was elsewhere. It was back on Hawaii and he kept thinking about what led up to this moment.

When he got his powers, Kyle didn’t know what to think or feel about it. He had always been an agile kid. His parents were the best and let him find his own way. He was homeschooled, which gave him the freedom to learn at his own pace. He wasn’t the kind of kid who would go on to be a big time scientist or even become a teacher. Kyle passed with average marks and made use of the free time. He loved to surf. He loved cliff-jumping. He loved swimming and skating. Extreme sports was not just part of the soul of the island but it was his lifeblood. Both of his parents were famous for their talents on a board. His mom was a famous skater while his dad was for the water.

So somewhere along the lines, Kyle developed a love for both. Excelling at speed like his mother did on land but took after his father for a love of water. Combine that with friends who often encouraged Kyle and his bad habits of doing some insane, crazy stunts that often led to broken arms, bruises all over his body, and an impressive amount of trips to the local clinic. It got to the point that Kyle was on a first name basis with every nurse and they didn’t need to bring up his information. It could be assumed by his injury at that time.

But getting his powers was a totally different story. Kyle didn’t change when he got it. One might say that his stunts grew in scale and so did the attention he brought on himself. The friends he kept encouraged him to go big or go home.

As it turned out, going big wouldn’t let him go home. Because within half of a fortnight, Aegis came-a-knockin on at his home, explaining the reason for their visit. One of Kyle’s bros convinced him it would be a good idea to use his powers on them and the other filmed it. That’s how he wound up on a plane to San Francisco.

Not your brightest idea, Kyle. Not at all…

When the plane landed and Kyle retrieved his singular luggage that wasn’t the backpack he had as a carry on, he waited with the good agents of Aegis, thinking about his life choices, but as he did, the simple-minded Hawaiian felt whelmed by his environment. No matter the reason, the fact remained that he was in a city that he always wanted to visit. He loved the idea of California. To a lot of his ohana back on the Island, California was like the distant cousin of Hawaii. The cousin that didn’t do everything they could but had enough of the working pieces. Plus, Beverly Hills 90210 and Katy Perry always made it seem like its own paradise. Even though Kyle wanted to think about the reasons that brought him here, all he could do was enjoy finally being in Cali. He wanted to see some California girls, with daisy dukes and bikini on top!

As he started to board, dressed in shorts and a tank, big hoverboard under his arm, Kyle found himself humming California Gurls as he took a seat in the back. Despite everything happening, Kyle was just happy to be here. Happy to be able to keep his board. It didn’t even occur to him until he heard a commotion that there were some interesting people on the bus. He spent so much time gazing out of the window like the tourist he was, taking in the sights of San Fran. It only really clicked when someone made a big deal about an otter.

Brown eyes glanced at the little critter and he mused, “Ay brada, you think that’s freshwater or seawater otter?” He asked the Aegis agent that sat next to him.

The man shrugged. “No clue. My knowledge of otters is nonexistant.”

“Shoots.” Kyle responded before returning to his previous activity of gazing at the sights that they’d pass. There were others that came aboard or that he had only just realized such as the man made of stone and the winged angel, but he was still going through the motions of jetlag that Kyle kept to his own devices.

By the time the bus came to its destination, Austin, the name of the aegis agent that sat near Kyle who didn’t give him his name technically, but Kyle estimated that he looked like an Austin, had gestured to him to get up. “Roger dat, Austin!” Kyle saluted Austin with the hang loose hand gesture.

“My name’s not Austin. It’s Steve.”

“Really? Roger dat, Not Austin, It’s Steve!” He gave Not Austin, It’s Steve a simple grin and descended off the bus and the dark-haired Hawaiian felt at home when he saw where they were. He looked around and couldn’t help but feel at peace being near water.

Then came the ferries to carry off them off in batches of two to the giant island in view. Kyle was in group two because they had to account for Mountain Man. “A hui hou, Mountain Man and Otter!” Did they actually acknowledge Kyle’s simple farewell to them as they boarded their ferry? Probably not, but Kyle did it anyway because he didn’t know what else to do.

After the ferry came back and he rode on it himself, he pondered about how it would have been easy for him to just go across the sea with his board, but due to reasons of if he tried to do anything with his powers and Austin/Steve might attack him for it, Kyle knew that wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t have his bros to convince him it would be, either, so that meant he had to ride it out.

If only people would have told him all hell would break loose once they got to the island. People bled, a feather was used as a weapon, some cute Japanese girl got hit with pepper spray after she started to disappear (Wow that was killer!). But the worst of it all and probably the one thing that lingered in Kyle’s mind was his board being confiscated. He felt naked without it. He felt incomplete. What was a surfer, a kid from the island who spent his entire life on a board, without one? Whether skate, hover, or surf, him and his board was the closest thing he had ever come to finding his soul mate.

And now that he had to be without it, no matter how overdramatic it was, Kyle lost part of his free-spirited soul. Not even the residual hummings he tried to focus on of California Gurls could mend his broken heart. No amount of activities he saw as they went further into the facility, not the pool nor sauna nor steaming room could take his attention off the fact that he really needed to know where his board was.

But then everything changed when the activity empire attacked.

Okay, maybe more like a small battalion, but Kyle soon found himself in better spirits. A twinkle lit up his eyes when he saw the consoles. Something to know about Kyle: while he was an avid gamer, he didn’t play a wide variety, but he loved skating games. Skate, Tony Hawk Pro Skater - you name it. He loved playing those. He lived for those to an extent. He even liked Shaun White’s snowboarding game.

Honing in on the part of the rec room where the consoles were, both of the boys who were playing it went up and left and, Kyle being the kind of guy who never let a situation pass him by, he made a beeline for the console, making himself comfortable and continued playing whatever racing game it was those two were having a ball with. “Kinda wished it was Skate but a game is a game.” Kyle understood he was talking to himself. Most might find that weird, but then again, Kyle wasn’t necessarily the kind of person people looked at and thought ‘wow that kid is someone who totally fits society’s definition of a tool’.

Kyle was not a tool. He rode the waves and often crashed and burned when he went too high up.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Yoshino Denki

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Yoshino Denki Age - 25 and loving life Gender - The malest of males Occupation - Village hunter-gatherer (shared with Denji) - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Positively Entertaining Some might call Denki a positive person. Some might even call him a beacon of hope (because he sure will), but truth be told, he's someone who just knows how to have a good time. Whether this is cracking jokes with the other guys in the village (or whomever will listen), smiling and generally, enjoying himself, Denki is someone that has the tendency of looking at life through a much simpler, less chaotic and not as serious gaze. In his heart, there is the pain of feeling the pressure from his family and the hunter legacy, but he tries not to let it bother him. On days when he can prevent his demons from ruining his good mood, Denki tries to spread his unique brand of positivity (not to be confused with Haruhi who is her own brand of sunshine). Denki shows his light in a different way. He does it through vibes that are more about enjoying the moment rather than uplifting everyone by being in their face (Denki respects that approach more than anyone would know). But honestly, for him it's more about not being reminded of the harsh realities that come with being part of the Yoshino family and the legacy that comes with it. Chill as an autumn breeze Despite being one of two hunters for the village, Denki is someone who enjoys the little things in life. Maybe too much if you were to ask his younger twin brother, who always seems to be picking up his slack and catching just as much heat for it. He isn't irresponsible, but Denki has a philosophy in life. What point is there to do all you can to contribute to the development of the village if you can't enjoy it too?. This is a philosophy that always ends up being his excuse for the minimal amount of EXTRA work he takes on. Again he's not irresponsible nor would be seen as lazy. He lives for the moment and sometimes that moment is taking a nap in the fields. Keeping a brave face is hard There's a certain sadness to Denki. A self-criticizing, self-doubting mess that stems from the bad history and bad luck the Yoshino family has had for some odd reason. Pressure placed on them by mother and father because they were the first pair of twins in nearly a century, so the pressure added to always feeling like he failed his brother by not taking everything so seriously has taken its toll on Denki. He tries to brave it out. He tries to put on a smile and not worry those around him, but some days it is hard. Maybe this is why he enjoys the little moments in life, sniffing the flowers, taking naps in the fields, or taking leisure strolls through the village. Denki needs his space to think and center himself and he knows that can be viewed as him being "lazy", but it's the only thing he can do to ensure that his mind is at peace and he doesn't bring even more shame to the family. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Tracking Half a skill that all those in the YOshino family were taught and half a hobby of Denki's, he knows how to track. He might not be as skilled as his younger twin when it comes to tracking but that's mostly due to Denki's habit of being too laidback and not putting in all the work that he could. That being said, he's still fairly capable when it comes to tracking animals by their prints, the time of day, and he has a general knowledge of other things. It's just not as finely tuned as his brother's tracking abiltiies are. Archary Ever since he could, Denki has known how to weild a bow. He's been taught out to aim effectively, value accuracy over supposed "trick shots", though if we're being compeletely honest here, he's worked in some style with his accuracy. In addition to winning soem stylistic points within himself, Denki also knows where to aim just as much as he does how to aim. He has a good range when it comes to giving a swift killshot, as all hunter should be able to do. A mercy kill is a respectful kill and the hunters have been taught, above everything else, that the wildlife and those that they slay deserve respect. Level-headed There is something to be said about Denki's more lax approach on life. To be a hunter and tracker (and a rather effective one, at that) one must also be patient and know when the apt time is to take affirmative action. Denki being able to be composed for the most part and exercise patience is a skill that applies to his every day life just as much as it does when he's out in the land.

Physical Description Whether it's Denji or Denki, one can't deny that the Yoshino genes are rich with an aesthetically-pleasing face to behold. Sharply-angled jaws, crisp spikes in the hair, and equally as beautiful eyes to draw you in. In Denki's case, his looks differ just slightly from that of his younger twin's. Denki's hair is spikier and his eyes are golden like the rays of the sun above. Nobody can explain why he and his brother have different colored eyes. It could be due to their difference in personalities. Amber being a friendlier color than red, or it just might be one of those phenomeona that nobody can explain and it just is. As a hunter, while Denki stands at an average height of 5'8" (just like his brother), it should be assumed, as well as pointed out, that he boisters a signficiantly larger build than most in the village. This is mostly due to the fact that hunters are always on the go and need to remain as agile as their movements need to be. To do this, Denki can't allow himself to fall short of a strict exercise regime...though somehow he does. His skills, as well as his overall physique might be slightly inferior to his twin brothers. But where Denki might be slacking in the physical refinement of his build and skills, he more than makes up for it in being fashionable, something he personally believes his brother doesn't prioritize as much as he should. It's always "hone your skills, Denki. Stop slacking off, Denki". What about "dress for the job you want, Denji?" That's what he does. More often than not, he sports a red kimono with a blue bottom part tied together with white cloth. He has a few but that one is his favorite, seeing it as a bold statement. He has other kimono's for casual wear, but he just feels the most line himself in this one. It's very him. Relaxed but bold and vibrant. One might say it chose him rather than him choosing it...if you were to believe in that sort of thing - which Denki absolutely does! Character Conceptualization Life for the hunter family of Yoshino hasn't always been the easiest. Dating back a century, in this family of hunters, there's always been something of an emphasis on good luck and bad luck. Maybe it's just thier close relationship with the animals and the respect that one must have for them and life itself and that in itself has prompted the family to prioritize luck and prosperity above all else. It's hard to say, but what is known as a pure fact is that for the current generation of the Yoshino family, they brought good luck and fortune to the family. For so long, the Yoshino family had viewed twins as a symbol of good luck. To have two children at the same time was seen as the Kami looking down on the Yoshino family in favor and blessing them, but for several decades, the family heads were seen as cursed. Even if that wasn't even close to being true, the fact remains that they weren't blessed with twins for over fifty years until the twins, Denki and Denji were born. Things started to change. The outlook from their parents began to change. Positivity and prosperity was at long last feeling as though it wasn't just a hope but a reality. On Denki's side of things, no matter how it may have seemed from the outside, at a certain point, he began to feel crushed by the pressure laid on him by his father, the head of the family. His father had a brother, but when both Denki and Denji were five, he died. Denki didn't have many memories of his uncle that he could recall. Honestly, it became a blur after a while. He just remembered a man with chocolate-colored eyes smiling at him. Maybe it was that Denki wasn't as close to the man as he remembered. Not like his brother was. Denki is the first-born of the two. It's only by a few minutes, so it may not seem like an important deal, but according to their father, Haruto, it was. Even though the better hunter was his brother because Denki wasn't as hard-working as Denji was (or rather he always found himself preferring to nap or relax than put in the work), it always felt like he was pushed harder. Denki always tried to see the positive, though. He maintained it through adolescence and into his young adulthood. He became a respectable hunter in his own right, being able to be proud to be a Yoshino. But at the same time, he still felt the immeasurable weight that came with being the eldest brother of the current generation of hunters. Really, somedays it seemed like Denji was the older brother with how much of Denki's slack he made up for. Father really must prefer him over Denki. Yeah, that's definitely what it was. It was okay. Denki was okay with not being seen as the favorite. Whether he had his father's approval or not, honestly, didn't matter to him as much as it did when he was a young kid. What Denki wanted was to have his brother's respect and he liked to think he did. No matter how many headaches his twin got because of how many times he must've found him napping or relaxing when he probably should have been studying, Denki could see it in his brother's crimson-colored eyes. He was his twin brother for a reason. Those kinds of siblings were truly lucky to have each other. Their bond couldn't be tainted, not even by the demons in one's head. Other Information Denki is older than Denji by three minutes Loves anything mochi related and hates soba noodles Denki knows the signs Beckon, Quicken, and Reinforce. In his free time, Denki loves to take naps (usually in open fields or somewhere relaxing) and loves cloud-watching. He can do the latter for hours and never get bored. He's deathly allergic to red bean paste.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

@Supermaxx With a day to spare, here's one of two hunter twins dabs

Yoshino Denki

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Yoshino Denki Age - 25 and loving life Gender - The malest of males Occupation - Village hunter-gatherer (shared with Denji) - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Positively Entertaining Some might call Denki a positive person. Some might even call him a beacon of hope (because he sure will), but truth be told, he's someone who just knows how to have a good time. Whether this is cracking jokes with the other guys in the village (or whomever will listen), smiling and generally, enjoying himself, Denki is someone that has the tendency of looking at life through a much simpler, less chaotic and not as serious gaze. In his heart, there is the pain of feeling the pressure from his family and the hunter legacy, but he tries not to let it bother him. On days when he can prevent his demons from ruining his good mood, Denki tries to spread his unique brand of positivity (not to be confused with Haruhi who is her own brand of sunshine). Denki shows his light in a different way. He does it through vibes that are more about enjoying the moment rather than uplifting everyone by being in their face (Denki respects that approach more than anyone would know). But honestly, for him it's more about not being reminded of the harsh realities that come with being part of the Yoshino family and the legacy that comes with it. Chill as an autumn breeze Despite being one of two hunters for the village, Denki is someone who enjoys the little things in life. Maybe too much if you were to ask his younger twin brother, who always seems to be picking up his slack and catching just as much heat for it. He isn't irresponsible, but Denki has a philosophy in life. What point is there to do all you can to contribute to the development of the village if you can't enjoy it too?. This is a philosophy that always ends up being his excuse for the minimal amount of EXTRA work he takes on. Again he's not irresponsible nor would be seen as lazy. He lives for the moment and sometimes that moment is taking a nap in the fields. Keeping a brave face is hard There's a certain sadness to Denki. A self-criticizing, self-doubting mess that stems from the bad history and bad luck the Yoshino family has had for some odd reason. Pressure placed on them by mother and father because they were the first pair of twins in nearly a century, so the pressure added to always feeling like he failed his brother by not taking everything so seriously has taken its toll on Denki. He tries to brave it out. He tries to put on a smile and not worry those around him, but some days it is hard. Maybe this is why he enjoys the little moments in life, sniffing the flowers, taking naps in the fields, or taking leisure strolls through the village. Denki needs his space to think and center himself and he knows that can be viewed as him being "lazy", but it's the only thing he can do to ensure that his mind is at peace and he doesn't bring even more shame to the family. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Tracking Half a skill that all those in the YOshino family were taught and half a hobby of Denki's, he knows how to track. He might not be as skilled as his younger twin when it comes to tracking but that's mostly due to Denki's habit of being too laidback and not putting in all the work that he could. That being said, he's still fairly capable when it comes to tracking animals by their prints, the time of day, and he has a general knowledge of other things. It's just not as finely tuned as his brother's tracking abiltiies are. Archary Ever since he could, Denki has known how to weild a bow. He's been taught out to aim effectively, value accuracy over supposed "trick shots", though if we're being compeletely honest here, he's worked in some style with his accuracy. In addition to winning soem stylistic points within himself, Denki also knows where to aim just as much as he does how to aim. He has a good range when it comes to giving a swift killshot, as all hunter should be able to do. A mercy kill is a respectful kill and the hunters have been taught, above everything else, that the wildlife and those that they slay deserve respect. Level-headed There is something to be said about Denki's more lax approach on life. To be a hunter and tracker (and a rather effective one, at that) one must also be patient and know when the apt time is to take affirmative action. Denki being able to be composed for the most part and exercise patience is a skill that applies to his every day life just as much as it does when he's out in the land.

Physical Description Whether it's Denji or Denki, one can't deny that the Yoshino genes are rich with an aesthetically-pleasing face to behold. Sharply-angled jaws, crisp spikes in the hair, and equally as beautiful eyes to draw you in. In Denki's case, his looks differ just slightly from that of his younger twin's. Denki's hair is spikier and his eyes are golden like the rays of the sun above. Nobody can explain why he and his brother have different colored eyes. It could be due to their difference in personalities. Amber being a friendlier color than red, or it just might be one of those phenomeona that nobody can explain and it just is. As a hunter, while Denki stands at an average height of 5'8" (just like his brother), it should be assumed, as well as pointed out, that he boisters a signficiantly larger build than most in the village. This is mostly due to the fact that hunters are always on the go and need to remain as agile as their movements need to be. To do this, Denki can't allow himself to fall short of a strict exercise regime...though somehow he does. His skills, as well as his overall physique might be slightly inferior to his twin brothers. But where Denki might be slacking in the physical refinement of his build and skills, he more than makes up for it in being fashionable, something he personally believes his brother doesn't prioritize as much as he should. It's always "hone your skills, Denki. Stop slacking off, Denki". What about "dress for the job you want, Denji?" That's what he does. More often than not, he sports a red kimono with a blue bottom part tied together with white cloth. He has a few but that one is his favorite, seeing it as a bold statement. He has other kimono's for casual wear, but he just feels the most line himself in this one. It's very him. Relaxed but bold and vibrant. One might say it chose him rather than him choosing it...if you were to believe in that sort of thing - which Denki absolutely does! Character Conceptualization Life for the hunter family of Yoshino hasn't always been the easiest. Dating back a century, in this family of hunters, there's always been something of an emphasis on good luck and bad luck. Maybe it's just thier close relationship with the animals and the respect that one must have for them and life itself and that in itself has prompted the family to prioritize luck and prosperity above all else. It's hard to say, but what is known as a pure fact is that for the current generation of the Yoshino family, they brought good luck and fortune to the family. For so long, the Yoshino family had viewed twins as a symbol of good luck. To have two children at the same time was seen as the Kami looking down on the Yoshino family in favor and blessing them, but for several decades, the family heads were seen as cursed. Even if that wasn't even close to being true, the fact remains that they weren't blessed with twins for over fifty years until the twins, Denki and Denji were born. Things started to change. The outlook from their parents began to change. Positivity and prosperity was at long last feeling as though it wasn't just a hope but a reality. On Denki's side of things, no matter how it may have seemed from the outside, at a certain point, he began to feel crushed by the pressure laid on him by his father, the head of the family. His father had a brother, but when both Denki and Denji were five, he died. Denki didn't have many memories of his uncle that he could recall. Honestly, it became a blur after a while. He just remembered a man with chocolate-colored eyes smiling at him. Maybe it was that Denki wasn't as close to the man as he remembered. Not like his brother was. Denki is the first-born of the two. It's only by a few minutes, so it may not seem like an important deal, but according to their father, Haruto, it was. Even though the better hunter was his brother because Denki wasn't as hard-working as Denji was (or rather he always found himself preferring to nap or relax than put in the work), it always felt like he was pushed harder. Denki always tried to see the positive, though. He maintained it through adolescence and into his young adulthood. He became a respectable hunter in his own right, being able to be proud to be a Yoshino. But at the same time, he still felt the immeasurable weight that came with being the eldest brother of the current generation of hunters. Really, somedays it seemed like Denji was the older brother with how much of Denki's slack he made up for. Father really must prefer him over Denki. Yeah, that's definitely what it was. It was okay. Denki was okay with not being seen as the favorite. Whether he had his father's approval or not, honestly, didn't matter to him as much as it did when he was a young kid. What Denki wanted was to have his brother's respect and he liked to think he did. No matter how many headaches his twin got because of how many times he must've found him napping or relaxing when he probably should have been studying, Denki could see it in his brother's crimson-colored eyes. He was his twin brother for a reason. Those kinds of siblings were truly lucky to have each other. Their bond couldn't be tainted, not even by the demons in one's head. Other Information Denki is older than Denji by three minutes Loves anything mochi related and hates soba noodles Denki knows the signs Beckon, Quicken, and Reinforce. In his free time, Denki loves to take naps (usually in open fields or somewhere relaxing) and loves cloud-watching. He can do the latter for hours and never get bored. He's deathly allergic to red bean paste.

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