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Β» NAME: TakahΔ«ro Inue | Shinjiro Kawasaki
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Β» HEIGHT: 188 cm (6β2β) T | 180cm (5β11β) S
Β» WEIGHT: 73 kg (162 lbs) T | 77 kg (171 lbs) S
Β» COLOR:
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What goes around comes around. You get what you give. You reap what you sow. Their entire life, TakahΔ«roβs father has defined their purpose and their worth by their service to the temple. By serving the temple, they serve their ancestors; their guardian spirits. By serving their ancestors, they serve the people of the village β a village that TakahΔ«ro has never been allowed to see. By serving the village, their community, they serve the gods, and in serving the gods, they earn their worth. They earn their place in this world.
Shinjiro... has been raised differently. Taciturn, focused, dutiful. Those close to him (of which there are few) would happily tell you he has a bad habit of being a bit of a workaholic, and a one track mind; he gets βin the zoneβ and doesnβt like to be bothered about things that arenβt related to the staff, the club, or his family.
In the heart of Tokyo, where Shinjiro grew up, sentiments like the ones their father impress upon them are often considered religious ideology at best and archaic fanaticism at worst. But what can they do, really? With TakahΔ«ro isolated in the mountains, forbidden to see the light of day beyond the temple walls, and Shinjiro thousands of miles away with responsibilities of his own to fulfill β they are trapped in place. Theyβre not heroes. Theyβre not extraordinary. This is just the way things are.
All they can do, really, is weather each passing day as it comesand ignore any restless, desperate, claustrophobic rage that may or may not be clawing at the bars beneath the surface.
Freedom, dreams, rebellionβ¦ those things are for kids. For better or worse β (probably for worse) β those days are best left behind.
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Twenty-seven years ago, towards the tail end of May, two children were born in a single home, at the stroke of midnight, beneath a blood-stained perigee flower moon. One had green eyes. The other had gold. They blinked at the same time, breathed at the same time, slept at the same time, and they never, ever cried.
Three months later, one vanished with its mother in the middle of the night. They never saw each other again.
They see each other every morning in the mirror.
In his nightmares, he lives in a forest.
(In his dreams, he lives in a city.)
There is blood under his nails, on his face, in his teeth.
(There is sun in his hair and warmth on his skin.)
The thing he calls father is a monster in monkβs clothing, and he dares not look it in the eye. He knows better than that by now.
(The woman he calls mother is never home, but thatβs alright. She loves him, he knows that, and she works hard.)
He carries the weight of his bloodline's sins like a yoke upon his shoulders - a legacy of horror, and hatred, and ruin.
(He carries a handful of jingling silver bells in his pocket - keys to a cherished, hidden haven almost entirely his own.)
Wooden floorboards as ancient as the hallowed ground below creak with every step he takes.
(He wishes, sometimes, that heβd never have to leave.)
He wishes he couldnβt hear how the shadows between them scream.[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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Β» NAME: TakahΔ«ro Inue | Shinjiro Kawasaki
Β» EPITHETS: N/AΒ» BIRTHDATE: May 26th
Β» GENDER: Cis. β (T) + Trans β (S) β He / They
Β» AGE: 28Β» AFFILIATION: Civilian
Β» SIGN: βΌ Gemini, β§ Aquarius, βΎ Scorpio
Β» BIRTHPLACE: Hokkaido, Japan
Β» OCCUPATION: Temple Attendant (T) | Club Owner (S)Β» THEME: heaven β©οΈ | it will come back. π΄[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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Β» HEIGHT: 188 cm (6β2β) T | 180cm (5β11β) S
Β» WEIGHT: 73 kg (162 lbs) T | 77 kg (171 lbs) S
Β» COLOR:
Β» EYE: Amber (T) | Teal (S)Β» FACE CLAIM
Β» HAIR: White (T) | Red-Streaked White (S)
Β» SKIN: Porcelain
Β» NAME: Sesshomaru / YoneTwo sides of the same coin. They have been identical in almost every way from the moment they came into this world. Initially, there were only two differences β their eyes. But life went on, and more differences have emerged, and not all of them by choice: one face, marred with two claw markings on either side, scar tissue still yet to fade entirely. Oneβs head, white streaked through with red, a stress response born of untapped potential. Seen apart, the similarities may not occur to a passing viewer; but if they were to be seen side by sideβ¦ the resemblance is clear.
Β» SERIES: Inuyasha / League of Legends
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Β» POSITIVES:β©οΈ Courteous | Β» NEGATIVES:β©οΈ Resentful |
Β»LIKES:π΄ Classical music | Β»DISLIKES:π΄ Empty flattery |
Shinjiro... has been raised differently. Taciturn, focused, dutiful. Those close to him (of which there are few) would happily tell you he has a bad habit of being a bit of a workaholic, and a one track mind; he gets βin the zoneβ and doesnβt like to be bothered about things that arenβt related to the staff, the club, or his family.
In the heart of Tokyo, where Shinjiro grew up, sentiments like the ones their father impress upon them are often considered religious ideology at best and archaic fanaticism at worst. But what can they do, really? With TakahΔ«ro isolated in the mountains, forbidden to see the light of day beyond the temple walls, and Shinjiro thousands of miles away with responsibilities of his own to fulfill β they are trapped in place. Theyβre not heroes. Theyβre not extraordinary. This is just the way things are.
All they can do, really, is weather each passing day as it comes
Freedom, dreams, rebellionβ¦ those things are for kids. For better or worse β (probably for worse) β those days are best left behind.
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Twenty-seven years ago, towards the tail end of May, two children were born in a single home, at the stroke of midnight, beneath a blood-stained perigee flower moon. One had green eyes. The other had gold. They blinked at the same time, breathed at the same time, slept at the same time, and they never, ever cried.
Three months later, one vanished with its mother in the middle of the night. They never saw each other again.
They see each other every morning in the mirror.
In his nightmares, he lives in a forest.
(In his dreams, he lives in a city.)
There is blood under his nails, on his face, in his teeth.
(There is sun in his hair and warmth on his skin.)
The thing he calls father is a monster in monkβs clothing, and he dares not look it in the eye. He knows better than that by now.
(The woman he calls mother is never home, but thatβs alright. She loves him, he knows that, and she works hard.)
He carries the weight of his bloodline's sins like a yoke upon his shoulders - a legacy of horror, and hatred, and ruin.
(He carries a handful of jingling silver bells in his pocket - keys to a cherished, hidden haven almost entirely his own.)
Wooden floorboards as ancient as the hallowed ground below creak with every step he takes.
(He wishes, sometimes, that heβd never have to leave.)
He wishes he couldnβt hear how the shadows between them scream.[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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tl;dr:There are two wolves inside of you. Both of them are gay. βTaka / Jiβ is one single consciousness shared by two bodies, and involuntarily enters a destructive frenzy upon encountering blood.
The long and short of it is this; this is not a quirk. It is a curse. A disease.
First and most damning of the trinity passed down through the βββ Inue family is the curse in their veins. A carnal, feral bloodlust, this βcurseβ sharpens their senses [replaces awareness] and strips them of all inhibition upon exposure to the scent or sight of blood. The hunger is not to drink or feast β only to rip and tear and destroy, wholly and utterly.
In this generation, however, a curious side-effect has sprung up: the intriguing case of one consciousness, split simultaneously between two separate physical incarnations. One mind, two bodies. These two bodies are best imagined as two hands, belonging to the same person, both of which share and experience all thoughts, emotions, and physical stimulus. While itβs possible to differentiate between their personal lives, overwhelming stimuli runs the risk of overriding any carefully constructed sense of individuality. In all other ways, barring their bloodlust, the bodies are completely normal, average humans.
While the two bodies can move freely within Japan and Okinawa, if one body were to leave the range of the country, both would lose consciousness until the bodies were brought back within range of each other. And if there happens to be too much going on around both bodies, they will become overstimulated and lose focus to a debilitating degree [all stats and skills function as if at D-]. Imagine, for example, a situation such as when one thinks too hard about their own breathing β suddenly unable to focus on anything else, forgetting momentarily how to breathe on autopilot and needing to focus for fear of not breathing enough or forgetting entirely β and apply that to every aspect of motor control and function. [/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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ΕKAMI NO HITO-TACHI β (C)
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SHIRASAKI MASAMUNE β (LOCKED/PLACEHOLDER)
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MUTATION | (C+)
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The long and short of it is this; this is not a quirk. It is a curse. A disease.
First and most damning of the trinity passed down through the βββ Inue family is the curse in their veins. A carnal, feral bloodlust, this βcurseβ sharpens their senses [replaces awareness] and strips them of all inhibition upon exposure to the scent or sight of blood. The hunger is not to drink or feast β only to rip and tear and destroy, wholly and utterly.
In this generation, however, a curious side-effect has sprung up: the intriguing case of one consciousness, split simultaneously between two separate physical incarnations. One mind, two bodies. These two bodies are best imagined as two hands, belonging to the same person, both of which share and experience all thoughts, emotions, and physical stimulus. While itβs possible to differentiate between their personal lives, overwhelming stimuli runs the risk of overriding any carefully constructed sense of individuality. In all other ways, barring their bloodlust, the bodies are completely normal, average humans.
While the two bodies can move freely within Japan and Okinawa, if one body were to leave the range of the country, both would lose consciousness until the bodies were brought back within range of each other. And if there happens to be too much going on around both bodies, they will become overstimulated and lose focus to a debilitating degree [all stats and skills function as if at D-]. Imagine, for example, a situation such as when one thinks too hard about their own breathing β suddenly unable to focus on anything else, forgetting momentarily how to breathe on autopilot and needing to focus for fear of not breathing enough or forgetting entirely β and apply that to every aspect of motor control and function. [/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]
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| Β» AWARENESS (D+) | Β» SPEED (D+) |
| Β» DEXTERITY (D+) | Β» STRENGTH (D) |
| Β» DURABILITY (D) | Β» VITALITY (D) |
Limit Breakers: 1 Available | 8/45 Used
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ΕKAMI NO HITO-TACHI β (C)
SLEIGHT OF HAND β (C)A style of swordplay, blended together from multiple schools, that has been passed down through the Inue family for generations upon generations, all the way back to the very first of their forefathers to settle in the mountains they call their ancestral homeland.
[/PTab={tabwidth:400;tab-selected-color:#fff}]When he was little, he liked magic tricks. Card tricks, handkerchiefs, pulling rabbits out of hats. In high school, he learned knife tricks to pass the time. In college, he learned to bartend with a little extra flair. It has its uses, from time to time.
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