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Yusuke

Yusuke

Yusuke

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Basic Summary

Name:
Yusuke Kujaku
Alias:
None yet
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
April 1st
Home in the Mortal Realm:
Born in Japan moved to Chicago at 18

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Personality

Personality:
Yusuke is quiet. Most of the time it would be thought he was simply lost in thought...some with more wicked ways of thinking may think him slow. He is not, rather he prefers to be quiet because that is when people talk the most.

Yusuke is quick of wit and quick of comebacks. He is loyal to his friends, but he doesn't seem to have a large amount of them. This has lead to a sort of shell of mystery around himself. Once cracked, he's quite interesting to be around.

His personality was shaped largely by Japanese culture, especially with his parents. The individual is not as important as the group, one person's ideas are not as important as group success. Going to America managed to change that slightly. He now is able to think a little bit more about himself.
Sexuality:
Bisexual (hasn't quite accepted that yet)
Relationship Status:
Single
Fears:
-Dying alone
-Having his life mean nothing
-Never being loved
Likes:
-Art
-Painting
-Dancing
-Music
-Reading
-Wine
Dislikes:
-Meaningless art
-Being completely alone
-The dark
-Cats
-Heavy Alcohol (vodka that sort of thing)
Other:
-Yusuke likes to paint with music on. He enjoys finding inspiration where he can, capture it, and put it not canvas.
-He also finds joy in dancing.
-Yusuke does however hate being in the dark. Being that vision is so important for his art, being blinded completely has him uncomfortable.

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Appearance

Height:
6 foot 1
Weight:
180
Eye Color:
Grey
Hair Color & Style:
A black color with blue undertones. worn with longer styled bangs that covers his left eye.
Build:
A dancer's build
Skin Tone:
He is on the paler side
Style:
More formal. Collared shirts and dress pants with some form of dress shoe. The most casual is a nice pair of jeans with a short sleeve collard shirt.
Other:
A small scar on his arm from childhood.

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Skills

Skilled:

• Art: Painting, dancing
• Nimble: He can move and he can move well. Parkour is easy for him.

General: (What are you decent at?)

• Instruments: decent at playing the flute
• Archery: Sometimes can hit the target
• Knife throwing: Sometimes hits the target, but if nervous would probably miss horribly
• People: His passion is art, which makes talking to people fairly difficult for him.

Unable: (What can you absolutely not do?)

• Hand to hand combat: He sucks at it.
• Math: His passion is art...art does not require math. (basic math is okay for him, but anything complicated...nope)
• Children: He can't seem to be able to communicate with children.

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History

Who were you:
I was an artist. I was going to go to college in America to learn more about art. I wanted to show a variety of art styles to the American people and make my parents proud. I guess I should start farther back though shouldn't I?

I was an only child born to my parents. They were fairly strict and I was able to learn manners quite easily from them. However, when I was of school age I struggled. This caused them great concern and they thought I would be a stain on the family name. This disappointment and my own feelings took my on the path of art. I was able to put these emotions on canvas at a young age and this put me back in good graces in my parents eyes.

From there, I was honing my craft. My mother was especially harsh on that aspect, but I do believe my parents cared for me. My art improved with each passing year and I was able to sell quite a few of them. I then had to choose at 18. Would I become an apprentice to an artist or would I go to college to learn more. To keep my options open I applied to the school of art institute in Chicago. I sent them some samples of my work and not only was accepted, but also received a full ride. I was considering becoming a teacher after I graduated.

I became fluent in english and moved to Chicago at 18 to attend. Not much happened from there. I made some friends and went to classes. I also Had a part time job as a teacher's assistant.
Family:
Mother: Yugana Kujaku
Father: Yusha Kujaku
How did you fall into Fae hands:
Yusuke fell into fae hands purely from jealousy. One of his few friends had grown jealous of his work and made a deal with a fae. Yusuke for better talent. And so Yusuke found himself in another realm wondering why he was there...when he finds out what happened he will most likely become depressed.

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Current

Court/Faction: (Leave blank)
What do you plan to do about your situation:
I am not sure yet. It is quite beautiful here...and the inspiration I could gain from here may very well have me stay here before I even consider leaving.
Possessions:

• A backpack that contains art supplies along with some more casual clothing he had on him in case of staining the ones he was wearing.
• Paint brushes
• Paint in very well sealed containers
• Sketching pencils
• Sketch book

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Relationships

Relationships

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Name
Relationship Details: (What do you think of them)

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BlackPanther home for problem children

Raposo~Yin

Raposo~Yin

Raposo

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Basic Summary

Name
Raposo
Alias:
Yin
Type:
Kitsune
Actual Age:
6900
Apparent Age:
tends to look in the early 20s (can be manipulated but hardly ever sees the point)
Gender:
Male (can also be manipulated, but doesn't see the point)
Where do you Live in the Fae Realm:
Fall

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Personality

Personality:
Raposo or yin as he's known by has a more playful trickster like personality. He highly enjoys messing with people to the point where he could be considered a sadist. Highly enjoying toying with people allows him to carry out what falk wants with glee. A rather terrifying glee.

However, this does not mean he is incapable of being any other way. He is a complicated creature in that he can also be dangerously polite and serious. This side is often paired with sarcasm, but when needed he can be fully serious.

While none have seen it, yin is also capable of being soft. This side has not come out for anyone as of yet, but it shows a caring gentle side that if taken advantage of would most likely result in a horrible death of that person.

He was shaped by his kind. The nature of kitsune itself. like the rest of his kind that's where his enjoyment of tricks comes from, his love for toying with people. However, the individual makes up the rest. The curiosity of the fox lead to the ability to shape the rest of the personality.

Sexuality:
bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single Pringle

Fears:
-Dogs (Cynophobia)
-Enclosed spaces (Clausterphobia)
-being buried alive (Taphophobia)

Likes:
-Tricks
-Warmth
-Intelligence
-Music
-Shiny objects

Dislikes:
-Dogs (fear and hatred)
-Confinment (other then small spaces)
-Spiders (so many legs. They taste okay though)
-Getting drenched in his true shape (wet fur...not fun)
-Sensory deprivement (Having enhanced senses means he doesn't like not having them)

Other:
-While he hates and fears dogs he can hide it fairly well for a short period of time.
-He enjoys listening to music and collect various shiny objects (like a crow)
-He has a very good poker face, but when nervous he may twitch an eye. This is more common when faced with dogs.

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Appearance

Height:
5 foot 9
Weight:
175
Eye Color:
A rather beautiful deep Amber color in any form he takes. His eyes have a slight slant showing a more Asian heritage.
Hair Color & Style:
can be changed but typically is a mix of white orange and red. Majority being white.
Build:
A toned sleek dancer shape (six pack and all)
Skin Tone:
Typically olive toned
Style:
Enjoys colors. Often wearing various hues of clothing that can be compared to casual human clothing and often has color rimming his eyes.
Other:
-Typically likes having his fox ears and all nine of his tails, but when not his ears have a slight point.
-In any shape his shadow is fox shaped

Fox appearance
-Fox shape is medium sized and mostly white. The ears are orange and lined with black. Each tail has a various amounts of Orange. He has orange sock markings as well. The eyes of the fox are lined with black most likely why he enjoys wearing colors around his eyes in human shape.

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Skills

Kitsune abilities:
-Human shape: including gender bending
-Fox fire: it's a blue color. Can easily control.
-Dream manipulation
-Environment adaption
-Enhanced speed strength and stamina
-illusion manipulation
-life force absorption
-shapeshifting: Taking human form was granted upon gaining his ninth tail. The fox is his true shape.
-Spirit physiology: he can use this to travel through solid things however the longer he stays in this particular shape the weaker he becomes until it can actually kill him.

Skilled:
-Kitsune abilities (with nine tails he's pretty good)
-Tricks
-silver tongue
-stealth

General:
-Daggers
-Archery

Unable:
-Sword fighting
-defense: that is to say he relies too much on his abilities. If he were to be captured and unable to use those abilities he wouldn't be able to defend himself.

Other
A kitsune gains tails as they age along with more abilities. Nine tails is as strong as they can get and shows that the kitsune is at least 900.

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History

Who were you:
Who was I? I was a fox. As all kitsune start as. And like all foxes I learned how to survive. I found a fascination with the fall court. I stayed in fall and eventually gained my ninth tail at age 900. With that I learned to be more....bipedal and was taken up by the fall king. I was taken in so to speak and I do what is needed to be done.

Family:
My mother sort of let me leave at a young age. As foxes do

Background:
I was born to my mother and from there was basically learning survival. Being a fox means the main concern is living. I was taught to hunt and then as I got older I was taught to trick. How to use my limited abilities and slowly developed a more intelligent way of thinking.

When I was old enough my mother let me loose to survive on my own. With new found independence I wandered. I found the fall relam was the best fit for me. I watched and I learned so that when I gained my ninth tail I could join that world.

And so I did at 900. Being that I was not used to being bipedal, I seemed at a disadvantage. Showing my nature and how useful I could be to the king I was taken in....with much suspicion I suspect. After all my kind is not known for taking sides in anything. I showed my ability to dream manipulate and falk found it useful. Able to weed out spies along with my other skills allows me to very easily....get information needed. As easy as plucking weeds so to speak.

I showed my loyalty time and time again moving myself up until now. Being on the kings side and loyal to no one else means I can be trusted with anything. A jack of all trades if you would when it comes to certain aspects.

Whatever needs to be done I do it. The more filled with mischief the better for me.

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Current

Court/Faction:(Leave blank)
Ambition:
Fiercely loyal to falk.
Favors Due:
None
Favors Owed:
none

Possessions:
-Clothing
-A small amount of shiny jewelry. He does enjoy wearing a few pieces as well.
-Two long daggers.
-A rather nice space to himself

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Relationships

relationships

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Falk
Relationship details
Yin sees falk as someone he holds in high regard. Fiercely loyal to only him and highly enjoys living in the court of fall.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Damon Fawkes

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Damon gave a shrug to carolina. "Who knows. Maybe it will be something cool" Maybe this time he could actually fight instead of playing combat medic. While making sure his team mates safe was important to him, but he wanted to actually fight dang it. He noticed Cassandra as Carolina looked over and gave a nod.

With his very methodical nimble movements he made way inside the room and clasped his hands behind his back. Damon noticed Ayita and moved near her. He looked down at her and gave a small twitch of the mouth in greeting before looking back forward. He noticed the newcomers and gave them a slight look over before looking back forward again.

Damon like pretty much anytime he was being interacted with seemed to immolate a statue as he stood there. This might be intimidating to the newbies, but its who he is. As he continued to be statue like however, the visible tattoos he had seemed to randomly move with their own life.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

should have a post up tonight!

....actually now...gonna do it now

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Veretu & Salem

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Veretu opened his wings up slightly, exposing a few of his features as the two spoke. He seemed to be more observing at the moment rather then outright speaking. All seemed fairly well...seemed to be a normal greeting. He could handle a normal greeting. His wings opened slightly more as he was preparing himself to actually greet this person. But then he heard a voice behind him and that sent his wings to shut as he moved away. Not quite out of sheer fear, but from remembering the last time he encountered demons that were not salem and how that ended....weirdly.

Salem meanwhile was completely absorbed by the people not giving him nearly enough attention when he suddenly felt a jerk on his tail. His tail of all things. He spun around and hissed given that he was the perfect size for punting this probably was not nearly as intimidating as he would have wished it to be. Soon he saw the demon responsible for it and sat down smoothing down his fur. As if no such thing happened.

Veretu seemed to be back to where he was originally with his wings hiding him. He soon found himself blinking though when he felt a warm gentle touch. His head tilted as slowly the wings opened enough to reveal some of his features. "I was....taken off guard" Slowly his wings opened up more until they folded neatly on his back. He gave the woman a glance and went to open his mouth only to be interrupted. "Im Salem thats veretu...princess over there wants to learn or something. I Dunno" He then went back to cleaning his fur as veretu sent him a deep dagger glare.

With an exhale Veretu shrugs. "Sorry about the ball of fur....I do wish to learn how to use my abilities....so i can send that back" He featured at Salem who gave an innocent look.

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Paon

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Paon found his gaze rewarded with a man purchasing seraphim. He slowly brought the goblet to his lips as he let himself analyze the situation. The merriment that was occurring around him was not nearly as much of interest to him as was the individual taking such interest in the seraphim.

Paon focused in on the details he could get from the man even with the mask. He memorized the features especially as the man spoke of keeping the female by his daughter's side. A lowering of the goblet a look slightly to the left of people. Onyx gaze not truly focusing on anyone, or so it looked. He was in fact focused on the bidding and who made the purchases. His thoughts analyzing the nero man with the mask that had made the purchase of the female.

Paon gave a tongue flick that was barely visible as wasu asked him. A look of annoyance shooting through his features. "Quite possibly a target" He had been heavily annoyed by that other dragon. The male asking far too many questions for his liking. Too many questions and too much distraction. He gave a roll of his shoulder and gave a slight blind side eye toward wasu. "Whom are you thinking it is we are looking for in this room?" He did not expect an exact answer from his fellow assassin, but he was highly curious as to what wasu was thinking. His onyx eyes moved back to the left of people, but that movement was incredibly hard to notice given the entirety of the eyes were that color.

Samhain Intrigues

yes
yes indeed

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

Clifford Norman

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Clifford blinked as a weird smell hit his nose. He twitched it not once, but twice as he attempted to understand what was making that rotting egg smell. He gave a look around before inhaling once more and wondering why he was being hit by that smell. He slowly moved his head around to see if he could spot whatever died to make that smell and twitched his nose once more. It did not smell like a skunk, but was it a skunk?

Finally, clifford turned around to see the trail going away and liked his eyes. That was most certainly not normal. At least not on an everyday basis. He shook his head and filed both the smell and what the trail of smoke looked like in the back of his mind. He was not about to follow a black ghost trail in a forest. That was how bad things happened.

Cliff paused when he felt his phone buzz and blinked at the words. So a search party then? He thought they were just going to go swimming. Some misunderstanding he guess and now he had a duffel of clothes on him. That would certainly be different, but at least he hadn't shown up in what he swims in. With a grumble and a sigh cliff made his way to where Olivia was. He gave her a nod and the softest volume of his voice. "Hey"

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

@Nallore
.....
I did it again

I swear I thought I posted

Wellp
Something shall appear tonight ^.^

The Black Jewels

so! ic post section of the google doc being updated!
do know that as character interactions happen then i shall keep it updated
this just helps me lay things out where i want them to be.

you guys still have like 9 days before the next update so no worries there

but the faster the posts make an appearance the faster the update goes up!

anyway carry on
(and don't abuse the plot too much. he's kind of important lol)