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STATUS: Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things. 9 yrs ago
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Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things.
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9 yrs ago
Not feeling too great everyone. Sorry if you're waiting on me.
10 yrs ago
I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for me. Some real life stuff happened, but for now things seem calm. I'll try to post in my RP's ASAP.
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I figured it was sort of like what you first said, where everyone has very different opinions and thoughts about their religion. Everyone claims that theirs is true, other people are false, etc etc. I'd imagine that the gods themselves still require mortal worship to maintain their power, or at least to use their concepts for those who aren't exactly worshiped commonly anymore. Sure you might not believe in a sun god, but you still need the sun, and in doing so you put a bit of faith that the sun keeps doing as the sun does and it gives the various sun gods some faith. It's a bit trickier with more metaphorical concepts like hell, but giving how many people want to send their undesirables there, I'm sure Satan doesn't have to worry about people not believing that he or his domain exist.
Sure, just send me a PM. I'll be on and off the computer today but it's my day off anyways.
Akiko let out a sigh of relief when Lucius left. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or sad that he was gone so he tried to think that he at least made a new friend. He joined Apollo's circle and took a seat between a really tough looking girl (Roxy) and another equally tough and shady guy (Raze). "Why does everyone here have to be so badass!?" Akiko thought to himself as he nervously tried not to look weak.
Name: Kokuro Kagerou
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: An energetic and hot-headed girl. Seems to be shameless but she has her own insecurities, mostly minor, but also dislikes the notion of having to sacrifice herself or others as well as feeling weak and useless. She doesn't like to be saved but neither does she want to just give her life for others. She's the type who'd always try to find a third option, one that doesn't require her to lose anything or anyone, even if she has to hurt an unrelated third party to do so. Could be called selfish, but to her the only people she cares about is herself and her friends. Everyone else doesn't really matter.
Ability: Kokuro was the top of her class in both Gymnastics and Track-and-Field. She aspires to be a ninja had has been taking some self-defense classes, but mostly she's been learning how to throw knives, rocks, and other objects with deadly efficiency. Very skilled at improvising and can be deceptively deadly with a stick.
Bio: Kokuro wished that she had been born to a fairly normal family, but that was just an illusions. Things were already bad since when kokuro was born, her father had long since left her mother. Kokuro's mother was only 17 when she had Kokuro, and she wasn't prepared to take care of her daughter. So she was sent to live with her grandmother, who took care of Kokuro the best she could considering that she was a retired widower. Things were okay back than; Kokuro never really had as many luxuries as other children, but she was allowed to go outside and play, and that was enough for her. Kokuro was always fascinated with shinobi and ninjas and in her childish fantasies aspired to become one. She would be very careful hiding and moving around silently, did dangerous things like jumping from tall heights, and sometimes got into fights with other children in the name of "Justice". It was all just childish innocence however. It didn't last long.
When Kokuro was about eight years old, her birth mother wanted Kokuro back. Said that she wanted to see her daughter. Kokuro's grandmother had her doubts; her daughter (That is, Kokuro's mother) was still very much a young irresponsible girl in an adults body. She worried that Kokuro's mother was still too interested in living out her young life than to settle down to be a mother. But Kokuro's grandmother relented, and soon the little girl was sent back to her mother. And that's when things started to go downhill.
Just as Kokuro's grandmother feared, Kokuro's own mother was not truly prepared to take care of her daughter. She was still living the life of a bachelorette, hanging out with her friends and spending her money on nightly outings. Kokuro was a good girl though. She still went to school, did her best not to cause any trouble, and generally tried not to make things harder for her mother. But her mother wasn't making things easy. Her lifestyle affected their ability to pay rent, and one day Kokuro's mother was fired from her job due to be hungover from her nightly outing from before. One thing led to another, and eventually Kokuro and her mother became homeless. They had to beg for money and shelter, and often they would break into empty or abandoned buildings just to scavenge for food or a roof for the night. It wasn't long before Kokuro was found by child services and sent to an orphanage due to her mother's incompetence.
Since than Kokuro had been more or less living from adoption house to adoption house. They never kept her for long; the longest she's ever stayed was for two years, and that was the first time she was taken in. She at least stated within her city, which allowed her to continue attending the same school, but her "Families" would change at a moments notice. Some were nice, others only took her in for the checks, while a few she ran away from due to how they treated her. She was with one such family that day she found herself in the maze. The family she was adopted by had a rich doctor, with a trophy wife and five children. But Retsu was nothing more than another addition to their waitstaff, didn't even get her own room in the house and had to make space for herself in one of their many storage rooms. Tired of being treated as a glorified slave Retsu had escaped during the night. The last thing she remembered before finding herself in the maze was a long fall, like she had just ran off a cliff. There was no lights that she could see however, just a black abyss....
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: An energetic and hot-headed girl. Seems to be shameless but she has her own insecurities, mostly minor, but also dislikes the notion of having to sacrifice herself or others as well as feeling weak and useless. She doesn't like to be saved but neither does she want to just give her life for others. She's the type who'd always try to find a third option, one that doesn't require her to lose anything or anyone, even if she has to hurt an unrelated third party to do so. Could be called selfish, but to her the only people she cares about is herself and her friends. Everyone else doesn't really matter.
Ability: Kokuro was the top of her class in both Gymnastics and Track-and-Field. She aspires to be a ninja had has been taking some self-defense classes, but mostly she's been learning how to throw knives, rocks, and other objects with deadly efficiency. Very skilled at improvising and can be deceptively deadly with a stick.
Bio: Kokuro wished that she had been born to a fairly normal family, but that was just an illusions. Things were already bad since when kokuro was born, her father had long since left her mother. Kokuro's mother was only 17 when she had Kokuro, and she wasn't prepared to take care of her daughter. So she was sent to live with her grandmother, who took care of Kokuro the best she could considering that she was a retired widower. Things were okay back than; Kokuro never really had as many luxuries as other children, but she was allowed to go outside and play, and that was enough for her. Kokuro was always fascinated with shinobi and ninjas and in her childish fantasies aspired to become one. She would be very careful hiding and moving around silently, did dangerous things like jumping from tall heights, and sometimes got into fights with other children in the name of "Justice". It was all just childish innocence however. It didn't last long.
When Kokuro was about eight years old, her birth mother wanted Kokuro back. Said that she wanted to see her daughter. Kokuro's grandmother had her doubts; her daughter (That is, Kokuro's mother) was still very much a young irresponsible girl in an adults body. She worried that Kokuro's mother was still too interested in living out her young life than to settle down to be a mother. But Kokuro's grandmother relented, and soon the little girl was sent back to her mother. And that's when things started to go downhill.
Just as Kokuro's grandmother feared, Kokuro's own mother was not truly prepared to take care of her daughter. She was still living the life of a bachelorette, hanging out with her friends and spending her money on nightly outings. Kokuro was a good girl though. She still went to school, did her best not to cause any trouble, and generally tried not to make things harder for her mother. But her mother wasn't making things easy. Her lifestyle affected their ability to pay rent, and one day Kokuro's mother was fired from her job due to be hungover from her nightly outing from before. One thing led to another, and eventually Kokuro and her mother became homeless. They had to beg for money and shelter, and often they would break into empty or abandoned buildings just to scavenge for food or a roof for the night. It wasn't long before Kokuro was found by child services and sent to an orphanage due to her mother's incompetence.
Since than Kokuro had been more or less living from adoption house to adoption house. They never kept her for long; the longest she's ever stayed was for two years, and that was the first time she was taken in. She at least stated within her city, which allowed her to continue attending the same school, but her "Families" would change at a moments notice. Some were nice, others only took her in for the checks, while a few she ran away from due to how they treated her. She was with one such family that day she found herself in the maze. The family she was adopted by had a rich doctor, with a trophy wife and five children. But Retsu was nothing more than another addition to their waitstaff, didn't even get her own room in the house and had to make space for herself in one of their many storage rooms. Tired of being treated as a glorified slave Retsu had escaped during the night. The last thing she remembered before finding herself in the maze was a long fall, like she had just ran off a cliff. There was no lights that she could see however, just a black abyss....
You always have some fun ideas going, eh? I'm interested.
Akiko's body grew hot and his face turned red. He didn't know these feelings he was having as Lucius got closer to his body. He could feel something in his pants tighten and it made him squirm. Akiko didn't know if he was being scared, embarrassed, or worse. He was certainly speechless. Anything he did say only proved how confused the fox god was. "I... Um... I don't know... But... What are you.... Why?" Akiko's face grew red and he struggled to look directly at Lucius, who's face was right next to Akiko's own. He crossed his hands behind his back, twiddling his fingers in some vain attempt to distract him from what was going on.
It was just another day for Meirin. She woke up, freshen up, did her morning exercises, and usually some time after freshening up she'd meet up with Ssarak. Over their time together they've gotten closer to one another. While still amicable friends, Meirin sometimes pondered what would happen if they became more intimate. She certainly never thought she'd have these feelings for an Eysire, but even so she felt that it would be right that she would have these feelings and thoughts for Ssarak. But part of her was hesitant to express these feelings. She cherished her friendship with Ssarak and she did not want to ruin it by confessing her feelings if they won't be recuperated. And Meirin had a feeling they wouldn't be; she knew only a little of Ssarak, but one thing she knew was that he was a widower. He had a family once, but they were killed in a war back at home. She did not know the full details, but what she did know made him want to comfort him, but also made her keep herself distant from him. She dared not taint their friendship with ideas of infidelity, even if his wife was dead. At the very least, she wanted Ssarak to feel the same as her before she would dare try to move things to the next level.
Today Meirin had met up with Ssarak for their usual morning routine but Ssarak was called in by Lucilia. Meirin had met with Lucilia enough times that the teacher would know her name and face. Though Meirin had no classes with Lucilia she would often see the teacher for jobs around the college or simply passing between the halls. Still they were acquaintances at best. Meirin always felt that something was off about Lucilia, but she could never really pinpoint to what. Meirin was well aware of Lucilia's existence as a vampire, but something else about her made Meirin feel uneasy with the teacher around. There was always an aura of caution around Lucilia, like Meirin had to be very careful when she was around. Either it was because Lucilia was up to something, or trouble was about to find her. Either way Lucilia was looking for Ssarak and Meirin offered to accompany him. She couldn't go with him into Lucilia's officer however, leaving Meirin to wonder the halls for a bit.
By the time Ssarak had left his mood was drastically different from before. He was very grim, and Meirin guessed that Lucilia gave Ssarak some bad news. Meirin walked up to her large draconian friend and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Ssarak, what's wrong? What did Lucilia tell you?"
Today Meirin had met up with Ssarak for their usual morning routine but Ssarak was called in by Lucilia. Meirin had met with Lucilia enough times that the teacher would know her name and face. Though Meirin had no classes with Lucilia she would often see the teacher for jobs around the college or simply passing between the halls. Still they were acquaintances at best. Meirin always felt that something was off about Lucilia, but she could never really pinpoint to what. Meirin was well aware of Lucilia's existence as a vampire, but something else about her made Meirin feel uneasy with the teacher around. There was always an aura of caution around Lucilia, like Meirin had to be very careful when she was around. Either it was because Lucilia was up to something, or trouble was about to find her. Either way Lucilia was looking for Ssarak and Meirin offered to accompany him. She couldn't go with him into Lucilia's officer however, leaving Meirin to wonder the halls for a bit.
By the time Ssarak had left his mood was drastically different from before. He was very grim, and Meirin guessed that Lucilia gave Ssarak some bad news. Meirin walked up to her large draconian friend and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Ssarak, what's wrong? What did Lucilia tell you?"
Shocked to see the person from before (Lucius) actually come talk to him Akiko tried to muster his confidence. "Y-yeah. My name is Akiko. My father... Or was it mother... Anyways, I'm a child of Inari. Inari Okami. It's a Japanese god. Uh, nice to meet you Lucius." Akiko didn't have much else to say. He tried to think of something to say, something they could talk about. "So... How do you like the school so far?"
Akiko didn't need to change since what he wore he believed to be good enough for gym. Not that he brought anything to change into anyways, and the idea of wearing someone else gym clothes was.... Strange. He just sort of stood around and waited. He looked around for other "small" gods like himself that he could try to talk to. He saw one person chatting up a very beautiful girl. Akiko didn't think that the guy looked like much but the way he carried himself made Akiko think that the person had a lot of confidence in himself. He decided not to talk to him and looked for anyone else he could try to chat with.
No, it should be a Cliff Racer!
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