ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

[RyoRin]

❝Haru Asai❞

✖ ✖ ✖ 19

✖ ✖ ✖ Impmon

✖ ✖ ✖ Black Spade Hunter

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________________________I WAS LEFT TO MY OWN DEVICES __✗ MANY DAYS FELL AWAY WITH NOTHING TO SHOW

[RyoRin]

HARU ☢ RYOU ☢ ASAI

Ill Mannered • Annoyed • Loyal


ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏʟᴅ!
xxxNineteen

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟɪɴᴅ
xxxMale

ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴍ...
xxxPansexual

ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ! ɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ...
xxx Hunter

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ...
xxxImpmon

ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ
xxx• Kiimon
xxx• Yaamon
xxx• Impmon
xxx• Devimon
xxx• SkullSatamon
xxx• Beelzemon

sᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ
xxx✔ LIKES
xxx✔ Alcohol
xxx✔ Sleep
xxx✔ Working on Bikes
xxx✔ Summer

ɪᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ...
xxx✘ DISLIKES
xxx✘ Annoying voices
xxx✘ Useless people
xxx✘ Cold Days
xxx✘ Being mocked for lack of knowledge

ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ!
xxx☣ FEARS
xxx☣ Death of his Mother
xxx☣ Ghost Digimon
xxx☣ Food poisoning.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

Some days Haru acts a true adult, worrying more over bills and smacking loud people on the back of the head for ruining any chance of sleep. However when the stress is gone and nothing is there to do, the youth acts as an ill mannered punk who would bash in windows for a good laugh. It's not a cruel intent, generally, just he gets bored. Sometimes this means he will be adding a new scar to his body, trash some place while being drunk or trying to haunt down some other idiots with a digimon. It's all in good fun. And if one of those kids get injured then it's not his fault. Besides that he tends to be fairly chill, relaxing with a beer and hanging with Impmon. To relax he often is riding on his bike or running around the city to practice his love of parkour. To friends he is as loyal as they come, sometimes rude to them, but would never betray them. It's the one good quality he holds to his heart.




ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ

Haru had a general life, growing up with a single mother and a unknown father. His mother worked a construction job which helped put food on the table and a descent life. In high school he was the stereotypical delinquent, prone to act violently when angered and generally found in detention every week. In his second semester his mother fell injured on the job, ultimately caused him to quit school and take over the business. For three years the rest of his classmates graduated, partied and had a normal teenage life while he had to work full time, pay bills and take care of his mother. With hard work he was able to get a GED from online schooling, but never cared to go further in his education. His mother however had been saving up money secretly, and sent his a** to the states to live with a friend of her's who offered to train him in mechanics. When he was seventeen he moved there and started his new life working at a garage. It was then that he got to see the strange monsters attacking the city. For some reason it never bothered him,.. It did not effect his life currently. It was cool to see however he just didn't seem interested. That was until the day he found a strange device and a sarcastic little creature was fallowing him around.




ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏɴɢ!
xxxSo Far Away // The Rest of My Life
Battle Theme - Audiomachine - Blitzkrieg (Death Mix)


ɪ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ
xxxThere are some scars on his body, some from work and others he got really bored and did some stupid things. Least to say he can be reckless. He's known for parkour.

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴡ
xxxRyoRin

[RyoRin]

[RyoRin]

「♠」 Location: City; His apartment
「♠」 Digimon: Impmon
「♠」 Side : Spade
「♠」 Wearing: This

" How did that b*****d get a key? " Came a mumble from inside the apartment bathroom. Haru was in side the restroom, standing over the sink and having the water running. He was using a towel to dab his face, wanting to get the dirt and oil from the bikes off of his flesh. It had been a long day at the garage, having to fix several bikes and one car with only a few hours in between them. He barley was able to get a break in today, which was strange at normally it was a nothing but slow days there. The electronics were acting weird all day,.. Maybe it was even effecting the vehicles in the city. He couldn't say though. ' As long as the internet works then chaos wont ring threw the city. ' He thought while dabbing his neck now. ' The again Keon would go insane and probably end up staying here. If Impmond wasn't bad enough,' Thinking this as his left eye started to twitch from annoyance. A small sigh escaped him but all he did was throw the towel in side the hamper before forcing the door open. His gaze went down the hallway, however didn't see anyone. He heard them though,.. Chanting for food.

With a growl coming from the back of his throat, the youth started to stomp down the hallway and stopped only when he was in front of his room. When he peeked inside, he could see Keon on his bed, with Lunamon on top of him. " Seriously, how did you get in here? " He knew the answer. His dumb a** must have given him an extra key when he was drunk or something. It didn't mean that he wanted to remember, especially when he was sober and wasn't in a people mood. Keon was generally an exception to this, as he was one of his first friends in this country, but still. " I ain't your maid. Not wearing some fetishes Japanese outfit and ain't gonna make your a** any food." He explained while crossing his arms over his chest. " Lunamon can get food as he ain't chanting for it,.. " Saying this as he turned his back away from the two and headed back down the hallway. He should have fought for his room, but it was a losing battle. Once he tried to get Keon out of his room and the b*****d took the blankets with him. The ninny hammer didn't even return them and forced Haru to buy a whole new thing of sheets. Least to say he never fought Keon again nor tried to get him out of the building.

He made his way to his living room, only to pause in his tracks to see his own 'partner' sitting on the couch and drinking a beer. ' Can't digimon get drunk?' He thought while tilting his head to the side, only to also notice that the said digimon was flipping threw the channels. He swore he heard some swearing here or there but decided to ignore it. Impmon was a devil, in every way, shape and form. As long as the digimon wasn't burning down the apartment complex or throwing his fire balls at the neighbor cat, then he should count his blessings. " Impmon, just pick something," He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. The sound of the channels changing finally stopped, and soon the apartment was filled with the sounds of gunfire. He suppose it was better then the last channel that the Digimon had picked. Last week he ended up watching a days worth of 'millionaire match maker' with the said Digimon and almost lost his sanity within the forth episode.

With a 'tsk' sound and click of his tongue, the youth walked over to the kitchen and started to gather something together. Keon wouldn't stop chanting until he got food and he did promise Lunamon something to eat. Within ten minuets he ended making hot pockets, the food of champions and snack for people like him who didn't know how to cook. The only thing he could make was rice, but without a working rice cooker it would only be burnt rice. His mother once tried to teach him how to cook but generally it ended with the fire alarm going off. She gave up after the fifth time and ever since then he just got noodles or pizza. It wasn't the most healthy way to survive but it did safe him some money and room in the fridge was never an issue." Keon! Get your a** out of my room and get your food! " He yelled out, only to pause when hearing his neighbor bang on the wall. " Don't bang on the wall! " He suddenly yelled, before smacking his fist on the wall. This fight always happened.

"Why don't we just burn him alive?" Impmon's voice was always cheerful over that idea, roasting people until they turned black or ash seemed to be a hobby of his. " Save that for the digi brats we have to find." Haru muttered before taking a bite out of his hot pocket. " Never said that we had to find them alive. Just find 'em. " He said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. " It's getting closer to the time. Soon they will be here and fun will start." " You have a point. Been waiting a long time to meet other hunters to play hide and seek with those others. Hope they aren't disappointing, " Saying this as he turned his attention towards the window. The storm was growing more chaotic outside. Thunder could be scene across the city, and soon he would see the monsters that haunt children's dreams. At least he hoped to see them soon. Seeing the world in chaos was something far more beautiful then anyone could describe. People would see the monsters soon, screams would fill the section of the city, and then a opera sound of buildings crashing would be heard.

His attention then turned away from the window and towards Keon and Lunamon. ' Took them long enough to get out of my bed,'' He thought while motioning over towards the hot pockets on the counter. " So? " He asked with a small pause. " Are we playing hunters tonight or is this another beer and eerie thunderstorm night?" Asking this with a mild hint of interest at either option. He'd rather be drunk and play hunter,...But it would be stupid to bike on his bike with a drunk Keon. let alone himself. He was about t suggest something else when another thunder strike was heard, but this time it was louder then the rest, causing him to return his attention towards the window.



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