StrawberryPika's Test Thread -- [dnp]

[shounenHERO Pika]

Good evening!
My name is Pika.
I frequent here often, so I'm sure a lot of you are already familiar with me.
So I'll simply cut to the chase.

I'm looking to satisfy a particular plot craving.
This will be advanced literate, and this will be male-on-male romance.
And, to explain it simply, it will be a love-hate, rival, human-inhuman relationship of sorts.


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Advanced literate;; which means no less than four paragraphs. Novel format, no *'s for actions, descriptions, and grammar and spelling to the best of your ability. Novel length posts make me happy and barf kittens of joy. On average, I write five to ten paragraphs. I will ask for post samples. Also, please use a font size between nine and eleven. I don't care whether or not you decorate your posts -- that is up to you.

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One on One or Small, Private Group;; I'd be happy with just a one x one, but I'll also take a small group of no more than six or so people, as long as the pairing that I end up with would still be the same as detailed here.

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Understanding;; and by this I mean don't harass me if I don't post once a day. I have a busy life; I can't post every day. In return, I will be understanding of you.

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Private Threads;; I don't roleplay on messengers, and I tend to forget about PM roleplays, so I'd really rather roleplay in Private Threads, thanks.

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Rating;; of course, PG13, as Gaia dictates, but I'd rather this be a dark roleplay, so please be open to violence and / or minor gore. I am open to violence, swearing, and most other things. I do not, however, do M-Preg.



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The plot itself will center around two characters; a human and a non-human. The non-human I am open to just about anything; a demon, a witch / warlock type of thing, a demi-god . . . anything. Basically, the non-human will have come down to either help bring about the end of the world or to commit a mass murder through supernatural means. However, he is witnessed by the human, and the human attempts to stop him. From here, the non-human would become interested in playing with the human; giving him a chance to 'prove' that humankind deserves a chance. The non-human would be childish, impulsive, hot headed and sadistic; the human would be somewhat of a hero type.
Basically, through their games, the non-human would find fascination with the human and begin to doubt his cause.

I'm open to additions or changes. This itself is heavily inspired by the Battler-Beatrice scenario from Umineko no Naku Koro ni, but is not intended to be linear with the Umineko story in any way, so no, you don't need knowledge of the series. The only real similarity is the connection the two characters have.

I would really be happy with either role, so whichever you'd like, I'm fine with.
I'd prefer this to take place modern day or just sliiightly in the future. I'd also like magic to be generally unknown to the public, making the human doubting of supernatural influence.
We can play with it and change it into something wonderful.

Anyway, if anyone is interested, please PM me or post in this thread.

Thank you!

[shounenHERO Pika]

please don't cry --- ___ destroy this imprisioned illusion_________
to the tune of the sea's roars, the dark clouds gather in the sky ___i'll give you a one-time only finale_________
like crimson roses, unhealed hearts bloom in the hearts were hatred dwells ___ the one winged bird, who's other wing was stolen . . . _________
please don't say the words of the eternal spell; __ please don't fulfill your true wish_____________________


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Oh,________________________________________
Lukias !!______________________________
Oh, Demon !!__________________
[[ Who will FATE celebrate ? ]]___________

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September wasn't always particularly this cold; temperatures falling as low as they did was a rare sight. It wasn't unbearable, no, but the cool chill brought our jackets and people that would regularly scatter the streets inside to malls and shops. A minor irritation that may have also reflected the hearts of all those in the city, as the dull reminder of yesterdays events hummed in the back of their mind. You didn't need to have been there or been involved to be affected by it; one did not even need to know the players to feel a bit unnerved. The news had spread like wildfire from television station to newspapers and raw word of mouth. The story, exaggerated in many places, was more of a mystery to the common public than anything else, though many stories had dictated many explanations and many, many untruths, merely told for the fun of it.

The gruesome murders.

If you lived in London, you had probably heard; seven people lost their lives yesterday to an unknown, brutal foe. All the victims' bodies were seemingly torn apart, all in different places, making it difficult to believe that it was merely one perpetrator. Maybe it wasn't simply that fact that terrified the citizens of the city; other than the fact that seven of their own had been taken out in the blink of an eye, there were other startling facts that would unnerve anyone. The first was that everyone knew that seven was not where it was supposed to end. There was an eight, and a ninth; two school students that had been taken into emergency care late last night after an anonymous tip to a hospital of the discovery of their still live bodies. The two victims carried similar wounds to those that had suffered; wounds that would most definitely scar. Neither of which had awoken, both resting peacefully in the safe sleep of their comas, unconscious from the brutality of the day before. But their lives had been spared - or saved, who knew? - by circumstances no knew of. To believe that seven was not where it was to stop was a harsh reality on most; but that, still, was not the worst.

The harshest truth was that they had yet to find the perpetrator.

Many had been arrested. Many had been detained. With such few clues and little evidence beyond the bodies, their states, and their locations, random criminals were being picked up off the streets and charged with the possibility of attempted homicide. There was no proof to the matter. No truth.

At least, not to public eyes.

Haa, but there was certainly a change of plans, wasn't there ~ ?

Something unexpected. Something not quite right. Something that hadn't been added in.

Things should be much more interesting now, for sure ~

"Mmhmhmhm . . ."

There were but two people that would know the truth. The eighth and ninth would-have-been victims had such an attack that, even if they pulled awake from their comas in relatively quick time, they probably would remember very little about the events. There were but two people in that whole world, he laughed and smiled to himself at the thought, that knew of the truth. Well, one knew the truth, and one knew a quarter of the truth; the other at least knew who was doing this, but not even the bare surface of why. Standing in the chilled September air, one arm wrapped around his body to hold the other in a small grasp at warmth, inhuman, teal locks of hair toyed at the sides of his face, as a golden, slit eye stared out at the world.

Last night had proven to be interesting, in the very least. What should have been a simply ceremony was questioned, judged and threatened by a single human being. Intelligence dictates that I should have killed him right then and there, the odd-looking teen mused to himself, tracing a finger over the bare flesh of his opposing arm. The game of last night - the murder of seven, which should have been ten, took a strange turn at the appearance of a man he had never met in his life. And, of course he had not; this was his first time out in the open, confronting humans and tip-toeing through their world. But the charm of the game - the thrill of the opposition - instilled something within his chest. Amusement. Pleasure. Humor. Interest. He wasn't sure what drove the human to say what he had and do what he did, but bargaining with his kind was a dangerous thing for humans, was it not? An amused smirk danced on his lips, and a dark chuckle escaped his throat, eyes thinning at the reminder of the way the human presented himself. He was amused - intrigued, even - and wanted to see how far the human would take this game . . .

Last night, he, the high demon Lukias had come here with one goal in mind; the sacrificial murder of ten humans. And that goal was paused by a sole human that, by right, should have become the tenth sacrifice, had he killed those two that the other protected. But the human wanted a chance, as amusing as it sounded, to combat the demon head on. And quite frankly, one should never reject an invitation to a play date, should one not? Lukias had little to no interaction with humankind before last night, but he rewarded that human's pathetic attempts with that bargain. And that game begins tonight. I hope you haven't forgotten already . . . Mmhmhm ~

He didn't look much like a demon, standing in the middle of the shopping square overtop cobblestone paths, in front of tiny, quaint gift stores and romantic-set restaurants in the heart of the city. Certainly, this was not his true form; the human skin he possessed was merely an illusion to calm the human eye and camouflage himself into their world. If he was going to play, he had to be able to act natural; teal hair and golden-slit eyes were hardly natural, accompanied by a tightly tied eye patch to hide the one part of him he could not hide of his demonic blood. Standing at five-foot seven, his appearance seemed to give off a teenage age; seventeen or eighteen, no more than that. A form-fitting black jacket and black pants made his body look nothing like the beasts of legend. Even from last night, he had changed; last night he had presented himself at least with demonic attributes - horns, wild clothing, blackened parts of his human-shaped body . . . but now, he was perfectly in tune. Well, almost.

He stretched his arms upwards to the sky, giving a small exhale of breath from his smirking lips, before finally taking off. He had been waiting, watching the clock, studying the seconds as they passed by. The human by now must have gotten his invitation; a plain, white envelope containing wildly detailed stationary of filigree in red and black, addressed only to his name and slid under his home's front door. The letter was simple, concise, and signed in hand writing.


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Good afternoon !!

We met last night, did we not?
Shall we continue this little sharade?
I'll take any late appearances or skipped play dates as a full forfeit,
and the game shall continued as planned -
so please, do cancel any previous arrangements you may have made.

Let's meet somewhere public today.
Wouldn't that be more fun?
Shall that small bakery two streets down from our first meeting be fine?
It looks quite charming, don't you think?
I can't recall the name; simply find it for yourself ~
Seven-thirty sharp, in human-marked time.

Please don't show up late and bore me already,
or I may have to find alternate ways of entertaining myself, yes?

Signed with love & sealed with a kiss,__________
. . .

( . . . with no name upon the bottom of the letter. )

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And now, seven twenty crept up upon the clock. Before him lay the small shop; a place he had seen while he was making his way last night to the scene of the final two crimes, where he had been caught by that meddlesome, yet amusing human. Rosendale Bakery, the sign read on the top. He admired it's outer look for a second; a charming, family run business, contained in a stone building, adding to the delicate feeling of the entire shopping district. Covering up the twisted smirk that had been upon his lips the whole time and replacing it with false charm, he pushed his way through the door. Upon entrance, he received a sweet smile from the woman at the counter, and he gave a nod of his head.

"How may I help you?" she cooed sweetly, with the voice of a mother. Lukias merely smiled and tilted his head to the side a tad.

"Mm, two cups of your best tea. You must have a specialty, yes? I'm awaiting a guest, so please just deliver it to the table." He responded just as sickeningly sweet. The woman nodded, and Lukias turned to take a seat at a table in the far corner. It was a small booth fit for two, out of the sights of prying eyes, but still quite open to the public. Delicately, he sat down, resting an elbow upon the table and sitting his chin in his hand, small smile playing on his lips. He closed his eyes, taking in the scents of the place. How easy it would have been for him to simply go berserk and end this small place, but where was the fun in that? Honestly, this game had just begun, and now should have been the time to establish the rules. He'd await his company there, in the same position, unmoving until confronted.

"Mmhmhm . . . prove to be an interesting game, okay . . .?"

[shounenHERO Pika]

Upsetting the balance of the extremely hierarchical world_______
_________________is the proof of the distortion that was born; a devil who doesn’t even have wings
My thinking is closed, my desire is sweet, and powerlessly, time goes on____________
If the alignment of the stars was fate, then, even then, I try to disobey it
The GAME has begun !!

{ __ N O A H __ }________________

noah ALEXANDER LAURENT___________

Cadetblue for ACTIONS. " Rosybrown for VOICE! "

[shounenHERO Pika]

L A U R E N T !! ____ mathis PATRICE

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The hum of the early morning shopping district was quiet and delicate. Despite the good weather - bright sun, blue sky, perfect temperature on a perfect spring day - the place was still fairly empty. A few stray mothers gathered items for their homes. A couple of young adults met for breakfast to attempt to spark a relationship with each other. Some college kids were scouting for a few odds and ends before work or classes. And, of course, the usual pair or two of skipping high school students.

They made sure that quota was met that day.

The hum of the center fountain lulled in his ears, water trickling behind him down the complex stone carving. It wasn't unusual for Laurent to be skipping; to be honest, he didn't care either way whether he was in school or ditching. Despite the fact that he was supposed to be here for schooling, he was far more interested in other things -- Daiki, for instance. His blonde hair tumbled around tanned skin, his glasses resting on the very tip of his nose, prepared to slip off any moment. Deep blue eyes traced the two papers in his hand over and over again; the two sheets being identical letters, each one addressed to the same person but with the same body and bulk of interest. It was a copy-paste scenario; nothing of the letters was different. It was strange, though, to be written in hand writing instead of printed off the computer; no one used pens anymore when you could type yourself away on a keyboard so much faster.

Other than the fact that he was in school uniform (simply so Daikkun's parents wouldn't get suspicious), Raru was the type of boy that really stood out. Both blonde and tan, and taller than the average Japanese male, it was clear to tell he was a foreigner. Perched up on the side of the fountain, he received a few stares, even more so when he spoke. He finally lifted his eyes from the paper, leaving the thin frames of his glasses on the edge of his nose, turning his gaze up to his partner in crime and giving a nod.

"Absolutely no difference. They're identical, aside from the names," he hummed, though there was no real shock in his voice. Each word, though fairly clear and concise to the language, was heavily ridden with an Americanized accent; an improper English sounding voice, full of a hidden energy and yet vague sly, sleekness. He folded the two sheets of paper into neat, small squares, and handed one back to the other boy who's company he sat in, stuffing his own paper into his pocket.

Since he had come to the country, everything had been turned upside-down. When he had first come, he had known no one, and suddenly, his whole world began to change. His senses. His feelings. The powers. He recalled the first days of it; after arriving in Japan, somehow, he could feel the feelings of others, but all he could feel were . . . anger. Sadness. Rage. Envy. Pride. Negative emotions, piled one on top of another. And so, for days, he had closed himself off; that was, until his host family's child was forced to try and drag him out of hiding, most likely because of his parents. And things had changed for the better. Daiki - the Japanese boy he sat with, a boy his age - was unlike the rest. While Raru could only sense others sometimes, he could sense Daiki . . . well, almost all of the time. It was probably because the other boy had more negative emotions than positive ones, but the open feeling between the two grew, and Raru now found himself lost in the country without the other boy. Then, of course, Daiki found powers; and then, of course, both of them received letters. And that was what brought the pair of friends out upon that day; skipping school, addressing the strange letter, and trying to figure out where to go from there.

Laurent leaned back on his palms, his mind tumbling in thought. He was trying to close himself off from the rest of the world around them, only focusing on Daikkun's existence. You see, Raru's first and foremost power was the sensing of negative emotions, a power he had a hard time controlling. And so, he only really saw the bad sides of people. But he knew Daikkun, and he trusted Daikkun, and so all of the feelings he felt coming from Daikkun were okay; and focusing on him let him forget what the rest of the world felt. He lifted one of his hands from his balancing to loosen the school's tie around his neck, knowing now they were by far in the clear from getting caught, and so he didn't need to look proper.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a joke ~" he mused out loud, opening his eyes from his momentary rest and leaning his head to the side to glance off at his partner. The rushing of the fountain let him talk in a fairly normal tone without worry that a stranger could listen in; he certainly didn't want someone to hear what kind of strange conversation they were having. "It's not like we can deny something strange is going on, and we're both most definitely special," { And thank god for that. } He thought to himself, small smile playing on his lips. Going through this alone and dealing with a new country would have been far too much. "I don't see any point in denying this weird tale any further. I don't know anyone creative enough to play such a weird and lame prank as this, and I'm going to doubt that on your side, too."

"More importantly," he started, lifting from his relaxed pose and leaning in to get a bit closer, talking a bit quietly, though amusement was laced in his voice. "Are you interested?" In the power was of course what he meant. The letters detailed some sort of strange magic that one could obtain if they proved to be the top of their kind. Laurent knew, of course, that there were others like him. He was open with Daikkun, only to discover that Daikkun was just as special; who was to say there weren't more? And now, with the appearance of that letter, it simply had to be. Raru himself wasn't quite sure where he fell with the desire of the girlish-sounding power -- the Twinkle Ribbon. While ultimate power and mass control didn't really matter to him, there were things that did matter to him. Daikkun, for example. And his missing father. That, and if he obtained power, he wondered if he could make it so that he could feel all emotions and not just the negative ones -- or, get rid of his empathy all together. He liked the shadow control he had obtained, but sometimes his first power was a bit overwhelming.

"I don't think I care all too much if it was me or not that got it," he explained, chuckling lightly at the end. "But if Daikkun wants it, I wouldn't mind playing for that goal. Work together, you know? I know if you won and there was something I needed, you'd grant it to me, either way, so I suppose that's sort of like me winning too." Whether he wanted it or not, it would be a fun game to play. The Twinkle Ribbon . . . a god-like power. Who would just hand out such a thing, anyway? Though, he supposed, that's what the test was for . . .


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[shounenHERO Pika]

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Sentient-CHAOS

" The ten day countdown has begun, and the world crumbles at your feet.
Make it worth your while -- and mine. Maybe I can be of some help . . . Mmhmhmhm ~ "

a male ( if gender matters to creatures of his kind ) figure upon this world, leaving a mark as a being of Chaos,
graced the world upon presumably December 15th and the stars called out Sagittarius, if it matters, for each of their mere hours, not years;
( though, mid-twenties is a more accurate assumption )
in that far away place of Shibuya, Japan, born to love those that appeal to his own desirse
and to remain loyal to Chaos and his own ideals
the heavens danced in their name . . .

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appearance + personality + overall description of character; no more than five paragraphs

►★ ═════ reason&ACTION

character's role; importance to game; view on the situation; relation to other characters

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It is quite clear that CHAOS is inhuman, but how far his powers go are uncertain. Because he is the offspring of a disaster with the Ouroboros Factor, one could assume that he is rather powerful, yet his playful, cocky nature, yet constant retraction from battle prevents any sort of show from taking place. However, there are several powers that are definite of his.

Chaos Materialization; As the representative of beast-type Chaos, he can summon his kind at will. He can also command them and control them. He seems to have full synchronization and control over them all, without any sort of falter or complication. Beast-type Chaos listen to his every word without fail. He can summon many smaller creatures of Chaos, but calling upon a stronger beast seems to take a lot of him, and he can not summon many; one or two seems to be his limit to start.

Anti-Gravity; CHAOS disregards all facts of physics in the human world. He can hover, teleport, and glide through the air with ease. The ground means nothing to him; it is rare that his feet are actually touching it. He is much faster and more skilled in the air, and is able to appear where he wants, when he wants.

Dark Control; His supernatural weapon, other than his own kind (the beast-type Chaos) is shadow manipulation. He can control the darkness at will, but shadows must be present, and he can materialize them as he wishes; as weapons, as barriers, as a mere show.

Beyond Knowledge; CHAOS seems to have a strange knowledge about things that he shouldn't, particularly about people. He also has extensive religious and human historical knowledge, and seems to hint that he knows the secret to Ouroboros and eternity. It could be a psychic power, though he seems unable to act upon or read the current thoughts of people. Pasts, however, are a different story . . .

He seems to possess no weapon beyond his body and his magic.

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StrawberryPika

[shounenHERO Pika]

♔ __ ⇨ __ тнε ɩмρєяғєcт WITCH !! __ Eliou ex iii Hymnos ✔
_______☒ by StrawberryPika __
_____________300+ years old (appears fifteen) ;; ___ W I T C H !! oh, VENGEFUL witch !!
_____________• Sadistic __ • Childish __ • Bitter

▫ ▫ ▫ ___ No one would expect a powerful witch to look like a fifteen year old boy, but this boy is nearly fully fledged; and already deadly. He has lived hundreds of years in wait of this moment; the moment to cast his curse into action and crush the family of the knights whom took his own. Impulsive, twisted, and a child at heart ( despite actual age ) there seems to be quite a bit of trouble contained within him. He is the reason for the tower, for the magic, and for everything happening the way it has. He has taken it upon himself to dub the king's reincarnation his ultimate rival, and has a strange interest in him for goals that have yet to be revealed. He is very inward about his feelings, and often doesn't know how to react emotionally properly. The only ones he cares for are his servants; though he is a very demanding master, he loves them to the ends of the earth. But there's something hidden under that troubled, childish form . . .

⇘ _ Eliou !!
Hymnos, Eliou ex iii _____________
_____________тнε __ -- ɩмρєяғєcт WITCH

" You can curse your ancestors later; they got you into this mess. And there's no forgiveness now ~ "


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My, my, my . . . is that a ________
W I T C H
________ I've come to see ?

Graced a boy who charms whoever is the most fun ,
reach as high as 5'1'' ( five-foot one inch ), pull down as much as one hundred and twenty pounds .
Upon the night of November second, looking a graceful fifteen though well over three-hundred years prior ,
under the stars of Scorpio , the world was graced with you .
Never fear; for you shall never stray from himself; the great witch and mama and papa . . .


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► ___ Despite the many years Eliou has lived, he has retained a child like appearance. Being rather short and rather light weight for a man doesn't help much, either. He has taken much of his mother's appearance; fair skin, fine build, a rather thin frame, though his face has the oncomings of a strong man, and if he had grown up it's most likely he would have had a very handsome, masculine face. He has his mother's eyes and hair. Fall coloured eyes of orange shining underneath from brown gaze out at the world, seeming somewhat cat-like. Light cinnamon brown locks curl against his face. He keeps his hair cut short, not going any further than the bottom of his neck, and it is teased in small tufts of what are most likely the beginning of curls. It looks like an organized mess, to be honest; but it is kept well enough to look good, and to not take away from his enchanting, almost inhuman look, adding to his witchy presence.

The witch dresses extremely unconventionally, especially for the recent times. If he were to go outside, he'd be claimed he was costuming; but really, he's not. A mixture of robes, gothic lolita, and a prince's clothing drape his form, in colours of excessive black, navy blue, and white and silver accents. His sleeves extend past his hands in white ruffles. His shorts flair and then come tightly just above his knees. He has knee-high socks and buckled & belted boots that go past his ankles. He wears two wedding bands upon the opposing hand to what should be if he were wed ( his right hand ); the wedding bands of his mother and father. Also always with him is a silver staff. It has a fairly simplistic shaft and stands just short of his own height. The top bears a claw of leaves that spread out like a flower to reveal a pearl-shaped gem in an emerald colour, shining as if it had ice crystals inside. Always sitting atop his head is a small, gold crown, resting sideways. Eliou's entire outfit is rather flowy. The truth behind his clothing is that he never actually gets dressed; all of his outfits are the creation of magic. So, yes, if he were to have his magic sealed, the initial result would be that he would become naked.

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► ___ please detail any magical powers they may or may not have; if they do not magic, detail skills or things they excel in

► ___ Eliou is solely here to create the never-ending game that shall be the revenge of his parents. He is the reason why things are happening the way they are; the clock tower, the game, all of the madness. He may tire of the game one day, but his current intention is to enjoy it to the fullest; straight to the end, which would be forever. He is also attempting to prove himself to the High Council so that he may be recognized as a full fledged witch, and he is hoping the power he will express in his game will be enough of a show for the Council to consider his power great enough.

► ___ anything else goes here; if there's some other information you'd like to include, please put it here





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" For mama, for papa . . . make this game fun for me, okay ~ ? "

Signed by, ____________
StrawberryPika

[shounenHERO Pika]

♔ __ ⇨ __ тнε ʟσsт TWIN !! __ Basil Kelter ✔
_______☒ by StrawberryPika __
_____________16 years old;; ___ i guess it's come to be a DEMONIC SERVANT . . .
_____________• Considerate __ • Troubled __ • Altruistic

▫ ▫ ▫ ___ Quite possibly one of the youngest of the witch Eliou's servants, and the one that has been with him the least amount of time, a boy who traded freedom for life. He is a very poor demon as his heart of gold often gets in the way of ill matters, though he tries to listen as best he can. He always seems to have his head in the clouds, as if paying attention to something far away, or looking for something in the distance. It is believed that he left something important behind when he became a demon, and he still holds that close to his heart. Though he believes in the witch because he granted him life, there is still something more important, something now unattainable . . .

⇘ _ Basil !!
Kelter, Basil Anthony _____________
_____________тнε __-- ʟσsт TWIN

" It's my own fear that ties me to the darkness. "


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My, my, my . . . is that a ________
D E M O N
________ I've come to see ?

Graced a fair boy who charms . . . well, he hasn't really thought about it ,
reach as high as 5'6'' ( five foot six inches ), pull down as much as one hundred and forty nine pounds .
Upon the night of March twenty-first, 16 years prior ,
under the stars of Aries , the world was graced with you .
Never fear; for you shall never stray from the Witch . . . well, as long as his brother isn't involved . . .


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► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraph about their appearance here

► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraphs about their personality here

► ___ please detail any magical powers they may or may not have; if they do not magic, detail skills or things they excel in

► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraphs about their role / involvement / status in the game

► ___ anything else goes here; if there's some other information you'd like to include, please put it here





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" If I deny, my life . . . But, as long as he's still alive . . . I have to be. "

Signed by, ____________
StrawberryPika

[shounenHERO Pika]

♔ __ ⇨ __ тнε vαʟιαɴт DETECTIVE !! __ Leigh White ✔
_______☒ by StrawberryPika __
_____________Eighteen years old;; ___ the DESCENDANT OF A KNIGHT long since passed
_____________• Mature __ • Intelligent __ • Just

▫ ▫ ▫ ___ write a SHORT, one paragraph description about the character, just going over their role in general. no more than fifteen sentences. SHORT.

⇘ _ Leigh !!
White, Leigh Matthew _____________
_____________тнε__ -- vαʟιαɴт DETECTIVE

" quote relating to character; saying or lyrics, etc. "


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My, my, my . . . is that a ________
KNIGHT'S D E S C E N D A N T
________ I've come to see ?

Graced a male who charms no one, claiming 'he doesn't have the time for that' ,
reach as high as 5'7'' ( five foot, seven inches ), pull down as much as one hundred fifty pounds .
Upon the night of BIRTHDAY, eighteen years prior ,
under the stars of STARSIGN , the world was graced with you .
Never fear; for you shall never stray from his school, his country, and justice itself . . .


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► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraph about their appearance here

► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraphs about their personality here

► ___ please detail any magical powers they may or may not have; if they do not magic, detail skills or things they excel in

► ___ please write one or two SHORT paragraphs about their role / involvement / status in the game

► ___ anything else goes here; if there's some other information you'd like to include, please put it here





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" second quote / saying / lyrics relating to character "

Signed by, ____________
StrawberryPika

[shounenHERO Pika]

Raine __ C o s e t t e
ANTI's o n e a n d o n l y Master ;; ___ the VALIANT Queen

" I'll pass judgement upon them with my last breath. Those that took what was precious . . . "

a femme figure upon this world, leaving a mark as an Eternal and all of it's eternity,
graced the world upon August eleventh and the stars called out Leo for each of their two hundred and thirty two years;
( though, twenty is a more accurate assumption )
in that far away place of France, born to love a past dream
and to remain loyal to ANTI, without even the slightest flicker of heart
the heavens danced in their name . . .

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Raine Sophie Cosette

►★ ═════ nickNAMES

Raine; Raine-sama; __ Used with the higher ups in ANTI. Because she gives off an air of authority, lower standing members don't tend to use her first name because of the close context of it, especially Japanese members of the force.
Ma'am; Leader; Cosette-sama; Boss; __ Pretty much any feminine variation of 'leader'. She's not picky, but she does demand respect from lower lying members of ANTI. For strangers, she usually takes on Cosette-san or Miss Cosette, depending on nationality.
Sophie; __ The name her ex-lover used. She will actually snap and get angry at people who use it.

►★ ═════ visualAPPEARANCE

Raine stands tall, especially against the Japanese women she is now among; she stands at five foot eight, with a toned yet feminine figure and womanly charm. While she does have the vision of the female hourglass figure, her upper arms and stomach are well built from many years in the battlefield. She is well endowed in her bust area and fair of skin; soft, pale peach covers her face, free of blemish or scar. She has full round lips and large eyes, though the colour of her pupils is quite startling; a soft, yet burning crimson - a result of her transformation into being Eternal. Before she was Eternal, she was a blue-eyed beauty, but red eyes now grace her face. Her hair is pale golden blonde, extending just past her waist. It is generally kept straight and simply untangled instead of put up, and she rarely does anything fancy with it, save for a flower nestled on one side. She has many different flower hair pieces in many different colours; something that her ex-lover appreciated when he was still alive. It is also possible to catch her with hair clips to one side, but up-dos and ponytails seem non-existent to her.

Her attire changes depending on the situation. She is somewhat old fashioned, her tops are often corsets or done in the style of a corset, her collar bone and upper chest most often visible. Her style is a mix of both a military soldier, a knight, and a lady. If she is in action, she is most likely wearing pants, or a short skirt with shorts underneath. When she is doing desk work, meetings, or out in the world, she is most commonly in a short or long skirt. Being raised a rich girl, she always dresses to impress, often overdoing it and standing out in normal situations. She wears a variety of colours, her favorites seeming to lean towards whites, blues, teals, crimsons, golds and silvers. Her heels are small heels for regular days, and in battle she wears black boots that raise to just below her knee, done up with buckles from her ankle to the top. She still to this day wears the wedding and engagement bands of her now deceased lover, and she also bears a small golden cross necklace; a charm her mother gave her before she abandoned home. It is quite possible she does not know how to dress casually, and can never be caught as such.

►★ ═════ actingPERSONALITY

Powerful. Confident. Opinionated. Just. A woman with unbelievable strength, there is no doubt that she is well suited for the throne of ANTI. Raine is the leader of the rival group to the EYM, and she leads with great confidence and strength. A woman who prioritizes her work and her group more than anything else in her life, she is mature, serious, brave and valiant; the white knight on a horse, only to pull off his helmet to reveal one of female persuasion. Raine has a strong sense of justice and adventure. She often sympathizes with great causes and takes action for things she believes in. She believes in the greater good of humanity, and fights against what she believes to be wrong. It is clear that if she did not have the job she did, she would make excellent law enforcement. She seems to be an unfaltering woman who stands strong on her feet, holding her hand outstretched to lead the way for her comrades. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, and would rather be involved than simply to give orders and watch from the sidelines. She is a girl who likes to be a part of fixing the problem, whatever that problem may be.

Through her strength, the queen-like woman is still very feminine. She has a bit of a skip and a twirl in her step, along with an elegance about herself. She has a charming laugh and an intriguing smile, and she is excellent at listening . . . as long as you are on her side. She can be a bit judgmental. Though not generally paranoid, if you have given her reason to dislike or distrust you, it is hard to sway her mind in your favor or worm your way into her heart. Just the same as her beliefs, if she distrusts you, she will stand strong against you and fight with all her might. She does not give a little; as hard as stone, she can withstand the pain of battle . . . and now, loss. Even if your situation is tough, if you are her enemy, it shall make no difference; you will not earn her sympathy. However, if you are with her, she is unbelievably kind and understanding. She will step out of her way to help you, and consider each and every word that you speak. She always seems to be looking out for her team. She is, most definitely, a team player, and prefers to work in large groups than alone. Also, she is a very determined fighter. She will not give up, and she will fight until the she can not anymore. Sometimes it may seem stubborn, but she seems to know what she's doing and is not often irrational.

Despite seemingly appearing to be a woman of great abilities, Raine is very . . . emotionally compromised. The death of her once-husband left her in a state where she repelled friendship and connections, working with everyone simply on work terms. She is afraid of human contact and getting to close to someone, that fear turning into the worry of losing them. She does not know how to act properly emotionally. If a matter concerning emotions comes up, especially if it involves her, she often turns it into a scientific or work related discussion; she can not sympathize, understand, or try to grasp the emotions of others. She can come off as awkward and distant. She is very, very devoted to her work, and she seems to have little to no social life beyond it. She doesn't work well in social gatherings unless she is a speaker, hostess, or the gathering is simply for work purposes. She is always shunning feelings and replacing them with work and awkward definitions or explanations. Even the highest ranking ANTI members, those she works with so closely and trusts with her life, she keeps denying the friendship they have.

All in all she is a dependable, strong woman, suited for nothing but leadership, even if she is emotionally unbalanced. She is living her life for two -- for both herself and for her now deceased husband. The first and foremost thing on her mind is the end of the EYM; she wants nothing more than to bring the organization and Hideo down, with her own two hands. It's become more than a simple case of protecting the world and Ouroboros; it's a grudge that has left her nearly forgetting the true reasons why she is fighting against them, blinded by rivalry, determination, and the pain of the loss of the one she once loved...

►★ ═════ lifeSTORY

Raine Sophie Cosette was born into French nobility, the daughter of two cousins who were victim to an arranged marriage in order to keep the family bloodline pure. From birth, she was given everything she could have dreamed; a huge house, a large inheritance, and loving parents. While 'loving parents' is an easy to place title upon the two that raised her, it was not in the sense that most would think. They appeared to have the perfect family life . . . and, well, they most likely did. However, her mother and father loved her and not each other. They were comfortable enough with each other to stay married and to live together, and it wasn't as if they disliked each other; there was simply no romance. But with Raine, there was love. She had all the attention a little girl could dream of; mother and father and a near army of butlers waiting on her hand and foot. And she grew to be a beautiful picture of femininity; well mannered, kind, serious, hard working . . . possibly a bit too hard working. Raine was, of course, expected to marry a cousin and stay along with the bloodline. Just as most women, she was to bear and raise children in a rich house atop a hill and kindle the love of a family. But Raine's personality was misplaced in her time. She was a dreamer. An adventurer. The dream of becoming a model wife and carving a perfect family was not one of her's, to the point that she sabotaged every marriage suitor she was presented with. Her blackmailing ways ensured that they all ended up having something wrong with them ( even though, truthfully, they did not ) and mommy and daddy wouldn't let her wed, and they'd have to pick a new suitor . . . only to repeat the process. Raine was cunning. Some say she was cursed. But she wasn't going to settle for that family image. She wanted more . . .

And that was what she recieved.

It had been an accidental meeting. Raine bumped into the foreigner in the streets of town when she had been avoiding another meeting with another suitor. The man was clearly a traveler; and clearly Asian. "Motomi" he called himself; Asakai Motomi. He had been a stranger, a weird sight for the girl who had been raised in her world, and she was immediately fascinated. She stalked him around all day to be told that he was trying to do work, and when the sun finally set and she had to return, he hadn't gotten anything done that he was supposed to. They parted ways, but only for that night. Truth be told, Raine was almost immediately infatuated with him, though she would not confess it. The strange interest turned fruitful once more when she spotted him the next day, and harassed him until the sun set once more. The man - apparently with some sort of religious group that had traveled all the way from the country of Japan - at first, was cold to her, almost irritated. But as the days grew long and she continued her stalking, curiosity, and eventual flirting, even he warmed up. And within a a mere four days, there was something special between them that neither could describe.

Love.

Though Motomi had originally shunned her irritating ways of staying around him, they fell for each other easily, spending many long nights together. Motomi confessed - seemingly somewhat grudgingly - that hew as with a group called the EYM on business. When he first explained the group to her, she was fascinated. Ouroboros? Eternity? And Motomi was a part of it? Immediately, she wanted to be a part of it - a part of something with him. To leave her home and go and travel with him and this group that he was a part of. To her dismay, he refused to let her. Though they had grown close, something stopped him from wanting her to be part of that organization. But Raine was always a strong girl, and so without his permission, she approached other members of his troupe and asked to become one of them. The day after, the EYM group investigating her area left, she along with them. She did not tell her family. Did not tell her friends. Simply left. And that was the end of her life as she was; and the beginning of something much more.

Though Motomi was angry, the company of Raine was quite appreciated. Quite early on into her joining, she was selected to be a test subject on the continuing study of eternity and becoming Eternal; and, though painful, she endured the process with the knowledge that Motomi was already "immortal". They became work partners quickly, doing every job together, and all in the base knew that they never separated. Motomi began talking to her -- speaking of how he actually didn't approve of the EYM, that he was forced into being with them because of his father, a high ranking member. He used to speak of dreams of leaving them and opposing them, but they were childish fantasies simply coming from a grown man. Slowly, Raine began to see what he spoke of. And slowly, she began to take his side. But the more and more she grew to disrespect the group she was in, the more she thought about Motomi's dreams becoming reality. They began to joke about their own group - an opposition force - but at first it seemed impossible. They spoke of the days that would follow if they were to leave the EYM, what kind of world they would create, how they would oppose them . . . but with no one else to back them, how on earth could they oppose such a large force as the EYM? Because in their thoughts, they were alone . . . just the two of them, in the organization yet having opposing views . . .

Of course, eventually, others began to come to light. A few other members displayed some detest for the EYM's motives and means for action. There were also those that weren't a part of the EYM -- citizens of cities that were affected by their actions who despised them. It was Raine who encouraged Motomi to actually take action; to leave the EYM, to make his dream organization, to stop them from the madness they chased. Motomi was reluctant at first, but the idea grew on him. And then, together, they left. They took with them as many members of the EYM as they could that would support their own cause. They recruited locals and citizens. And they began to grow. Quite quickly, they outwardly expressed themselves to the EYM, flashing their rebellion in their faces; proving that they were a force to be reckoned with. Their first mission - to retrieve a group of children that were being held by the EYM for testing - had extremely low odds of success, given their small member number and limited skills, but somehow, they actually succeeded. This gave them hope; belief. And their king and queen, Raine and Motomi, led the valiant group, taking in all they could and growing at an alarming rate.

About a year after creating ANTI - the love child of their efforts - they were wed in front of all their members.

And about a week later, Motomi was killed.

Raine and Motomi worked hard on the group, pouring their heart and soul into everything they worked towards. Motomi was always Raine's voice of reason, as she could be very head-strong and rush into things without thinking. Raine was Motomi's encouragement; he was more reserved, and she was the voice that encouraged him to go onwards. They were inseparable. Until that fated mission. They were both leading separate teams on a raid.

Motomi's team never made it back.

A day later, the rest of ANTI stumbled upon the massacre, Motomi's body included.

Raine was . . . heartbroken. Motomi was killed in the line of battle, in an action that they had won, but . . . he was gone. For a week, she would not leave her room, work . . . barely eat. Motomi was her everything; her reason for abandoning her rich, lavish life. Her adventure. Her comfort. Her voice of reason. But something grew inside of her that day. She couldn't simply leave things the way they were. She took over ANTI completely as their leader and queen, and vowed to make the group more than the EYM could ever be. She became more sensible, but she also devoted herself to her work in deathly amounts. Nothing mattered but ANTI; the group she and Motomi created together. His dream. She became emotionally compromised, but more of a leader than anyone would have ever imagined. She shone brightly in his absence, but never stopped hurting. As long as ANTI still existed, as long as it flourished, she could still live.

She was living for the both of them now.

►★ ═════ motiveACTIONS

Raine is undoubtedly loyal to ANTI. She has led the group for over one hundred and fifty years now since it's beginning and there is no falter in her heart or beliefs. She is willing to dirty her own hands and name, to sacrifice everything she has, simply in the name of ANTI -- she feels it's all that's left with her. She believes in the cause; believes in freeing Ouroboros from capture; believes that Eternals should have never been; and believes that human eternity shouldn't be grasped, nor true immortality. Her first and foremost duty is to oppose the EYM and Hideo, along with protecting the Ouroboros Factor; which didn't go as well as planned. However, she still has hope, because resigning the Ouroboros Factor to death, in her eyes, deems this world in a position that could risk destruction. She believes Sekai Kozue is out there somewhere, and she'll use all of ANTI's strength to find him before the EYM does.

►★ ═════ protectingWEAPON

Raine possesses two weapons. The first is a long sword; a traditional weapon from back in her original time. It is the same weapon that her lover once used, and the first weapon she was trained in -- by him, of course. The blade extends to about three feet and she keeps it bound in a sheath that is strapped to her back when she goes into battle. She is extremely skilled with it, artistic and quick on her feet and with her movements.

She does, however, keep a gun on her at all times; either in the inner layer of the top of her pants, or underneath her skirts. It's her emergency weapon in case something goes wrong, but she rarely uses it. She knows the basics and has fairly good marksmanship, but she is no expert nor miracle worker with the weapon, as it is not her forte.

►★ ═════ shiningPOWER

Telepathic Communication;
Raine has the ability to communicate with all of her members through the mind. She establishes a mental connection with each one as they join, permitting her to speak with them through the mind, and letting them respond back. In order to do this with someone, she must have had physical contact with them, and she must be trying to initiate a bond. She can only speak to those she has bonded with. All ANTI members have been mentally bonded with her for ease of communication. She must open the link to speak with them, however; a member can not open the link to speak with her without Raine initializing the conversation first.

Shattered Repair;
Raine can fix broken things with her magic. A ripped piece of paper, a broken vase, a shattered glass, a water-logged book, a cracked weapon . . . Raine's power permits her to put it back together, to it's original form. This only works with non-live objects; she can not use this power on anything biological, which includes humans, animals and plants. Also, if she loses concentration half way through, the item will shatter into a state even worse than what it was. She also must have a general idea of what the item looked like before it was broken, as she must picture it in her mind in order to repair it.

Nature's Wrath;
Raine's most commonly used offensive power is her control over plant life. She can increase the growth of a plant, make it's leaves razor sharp, send vines or petals at a person; nature is her power, her weapon, her strength. Because of this, her strength is tenfold when she is in nature; in a forest, outside in the world. She is also weaker when she is away from nature. She needs some sort of plant material in order to permit this to work; she can not create plants from thin air. To accommodate this, she carries pouches of dried flower petals with her to use as a razor blade and dust attack. Depending on the plant depends on the effect of the power. This can create both offensive and defensive capabilities.

Aerial Flight;
Her final power isn't so much flight as it is the ability to maneuver in the air unlike a regular human. She can hover, in a sense, and she can stay in the air for extended periods of time. Her jumping is longer and higher, and her speed in the air is much faster. Though she is naturally quick on her feet, she is excellent in the air. She can almost find "steps" in the air to climb higher or to propell off of, but she can't particularly fly. It generally works best when she is pumped with adrenaline and in battle, but her extended jumping is something she can always access.

►★ ═════ vibrantCOLOURS

Teal for actions, "Rosybrown for voice." Firebrick for thoughts.

►★ ═════ god'sNAME

StrawberryPika

[shounenHERO Pika]

The name is StrawberryPika;
but please, do call me Pika, or whatever sweet name might come to you.
I'm a twenty year old girl who happens to really like roleplaying.
( Don't we all in here? )
❤
And while I have a few good roleplays going,
I feel like I need just one or two more to keep me pleased.
So let's cut to the chase, shall we ?

I'm advanced literate.
Samples of my work can be found here.
I almost always play male, except in some fandoms.
I specialize in boyslove ( yaoi ) and hetero if the roleplay catches my eye enough.
I'm always seke or seme, unless in shota. Uke just isn't my cup of tea.
I like passionate, head over heels lovers.
I also like love-hate and rival lovers.
I'm a sucker for tragic characters who still seem to be trying to hold their head up,
( tragic characters who don't cry and cut themselves and actually ACT )
inhuman characters who don't know much about the real / current world,
heroes, anti-heroes, witches, gods, demons, ram horns,
rivalries, magical partnerships, accidental heroes, dark themes, insanity,
and pretty much every personality type in the book.
I adore ⇩'s, ✩'s and ❤'s.
I like this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, and this color.

But what is Pika looking for?
⇩⇩

In anything;

______✔✔ ADVANCED LITERACY
______ No less than three / four paragraphs; good spelling and grammar; novel format; etc.




_______________✩ __ in a ⇘⇘ GROUP roleplay!

I'm looking for a pre-existing, just starting group, or some people interested in making / joining a group that I would be creating.
I have no problem making groups.
So I want links to yours,
or ideas for one that I would make?
I like member counts anywhere between six and fifteen.
I would also like it either open to ALL sexualities,
open to only yaoi and yuri, or strictly yaoi.
No strictly hetero roleplays, sorry.
I'm willing to collaborate and make groups together with someone.
Some stuff that I like . . .

______⇨ Dark Plots
______⇨ Modern, Futuristic or Original Fantasy
______⇨ Magical Boys ( like, transformations and magical powers )
______⇨ Pre-Apocalyptic / Saving The World
______⇨ Partnerships and Bonds
______⇨ Modern or Futuristic Worlds that use royalty / medieval statuses ( Princes, knights, wizards, etc. )
______⇨ Demons
______⇨ God-like beings or made-up Gods
______⇨ Witches (pretty much anything with this wins right now)
______⇨ Mecha
______⇨ Dark Fantasy
______⇨ Anything Shin Megami Tensei inspired ( Persona, Digital Devil Saga, etc. )
______⇨ Police Officers and Detectives
______⇨ Prestigious or Rich Schools or Families
______⇨ People Going Crazy
______⇨ Dramatic, Cheesy Shounen Styled Anime type things
______⇨ Original Roleplays using aspects from fandoms
______⇨ Crossovers that are more than JUST chat programs

And stuff I don't want . . .

______✗ Vampires / Lycans
______✗ Master x Slave
______✗ Furries or Animal-based
______✗ Traditional Fantasy ( think like, Lord of the Rings and D&D stuff )
______✗ Realistic Modern ( no magic / supernatural / etc. )


_______________✩ __ in a ⇘⇘ ONE x ONE roleplay!

Pretty much one thing and one thing only.
I'm only looking for one kind of one x one, and others will probably get rejected.
( Sorry guys! )
And that winner would be . . .

❤❤ Umineko no Naku Koro ni
______Battler x Beatrice ❤❤

I don't care which one I'd play; I adore both to itty bitty pieces.
My knowledge runs anime-wise, not game, not manga.
Try to avoid game spoilers. I've already accidentally spoiled enough. c:
It can be AU, or something following the canon plot.
All I ask is that whoever you play, play in character.
I'm really hardcore about this series right now and it's pretty much my passion and love.
( Bad enough to get me into a hetero pairing craze . . . )
I'm willing to exchange other pairings, or double, for this pairing,
as long as it's nothing canon x OC.
Just GIMMEGIMMEGIMME.
If there are any other Umineko fans about the roleplay forum ~
I would probably bear your children in an instant,
and even be lenient about literacy or whateverrr.

[shounenHERO Pika]

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B A T T L E R | ushiromiya!°
____________________ trappedbystrings&FUNICULUSstringedtoamber

` •• » you know *me so well .

*BATTLER.°

And simply that. He hasn't really acquired any official nicknames beyond "pervert" from a few select girls, and "oniichan" from his beloved little sister. His first name really works just fine; he doesn't expect anyone to use the formality of his last name, "Ushiromiya", and really just prefers his not-so-ordinary first name.


` •• » yet, you *forgot the day i arrived .

*EIGHTEEN candles on the cake; July twenty-fifth.°


` •• » you always *know how i do .

*Quite clearly MALE, with a more than strong appreciation for breasts FEMALES ~ ( . . . not to say something couldn't 'win' him the other way. )°


` •• » but you *forgot where i was .

*WHEN THE SEAGULLS CRY ( Umineko no Naku Koro ni )°

███████████ ███████████ ███████████xxxxx

` •• » i've become just *one of the lost ones .

Battler Ushiromiya was born into a rather prestigious family, the son of Asumu Ushiromiya and Rudolf Ushiromiya. The Ushiromiya name alone paved Battler's life ahead of him; a family that was well off, but lost everything in the Great Kanto Earthquake, they were risen again by the efforts of Battler's grandfather, Kinzo Ushiromiya. The family that should have fallen rose from the wreckage through Kinzo's extraordinary 'luck' and a chance 'miracle', becoming far greater than they had ever been. Their riches grew tenfold. Battler, from day one, was tied by that family name. And though it meant little to him as a boy, the family - the money - and the legend behind it all would change his world. Unfortunately, Battler lost his mother, Asumu. His father remarried to his first love, Kyrie, who mothered a daughter, Ange. In the grief of losing his mother - and the hatred of his father for putting the memory of Asumu back so quickly - Battler left the family to live with Asumu's parents, his grandparents, but their eventual deaths caused his return to the family six years later, where he grew to adore the little sister that his stepmother brought into the family. Though she was only his half sister, she was a cherished person to him.

The Ushiromiya family was not your average family. Within the ranks of the sons and daughters of Kinzo Ushiromiya, there were more than a few out to obtain the fortune of the old man. Kinzo himself had grown delusional and deathly ill over the years, refusing to receive proper treatment. Living upon a privately owned island off of Japan's main land, Kinzo had a beautiful mansion built upon it. 'Rokkenjima', the island, was home to himself, his servants, and his next-of-kin, the oldest son and his family. And every year, the rest of the Ushiromiya family would travel to the island in the beginning of October. There the cousins would gather, the family would spend time together - - but, more importantly, the sons and daughters would discuss the riches of Kinzo and who would inherit what, as if planning for the coming death of their father. Battler, during the time he spent with his grandparents, did not attend this ritual for a whole six years - and, finally, when he returned, many of the people he had known had grown up and changed. The exciting family reunion of October fourth, nineteen eighty six was a big step for him; it was his meeting with all of the cousins and family he hadn't seen for years.

It was also the family meeting that, in a span of what should have been one day, his world was turned upside down, and the reason why he became ensnared in the current tale came to be.

If one is to understand the family, it's riches, and the complex story behind them, one must look to the tale of the family's revival. There was a story that Kinzo spoke of; of a time just after the fall of the family. That a beautiful woman, the great Golden 'Witch' Beatrice, gave him ten tonnes of gold, which he used to create the family name and fortune. Kinzo seemed to be in love with this woman, but this love drove him into madness. Her portrait was painted and strung upon the main lobby of his grand estate. The family spoke of her as a mistress, a mysterious woman, or even the rumored witch that he claimed her to be - all bullshit in Battler's eyes. A witch couldn't exist, and magic couldn't possibly have a part in anything . . . but as to how his grandfather obtained his riches, or whether or not the ten tonnes of gold really existed, he did not know.

And everything began from there. A storm raged upon that island the first night, threatening to stay two whole days, trapping the family upon that island. A great typhoon that chased the gulls from the islands shores and torrented down upon the gardens outside. And upon that night - and what took place in the remaining day afterwards - was a gruesome, frightening murder case with an unknown culprit. One by one, Battler's family began to drop like flies, all horrifically murdered in mysterious ways, some cases hardly explainable through human means. The deaths were as mysterious as they were gruesome, and it seemed no one was safe. An insane trail of letters, death after death, a ridiculous tale and an invitation to try and solve the riddle of Kinzo's gold . . . Following an epitaph written with Beatrice's painting, the family was killed according to a ritual, and upon the final day . . . no one was left alive. Battler awoke in a dream like room where everyone he had seen die was now once more alive, living a simple, peaceful life . . .

Accepting that the witch Beatrice was the killer.

But Battler couldn't accept that. Battler wouldn't accept that. It had to be a human, and nothing else! And so, even when the great witch Beatrice presented herself to him, Battler directly opposed her very existence. She confessed to the killings, and he downright refused her. He participated in a game of wits against the witch in where he watched that day in October over and over again, each with different circumstances, the witch trying to prove her existence; and Battler trying to prove that it was human hands that caused this tale. It was a brutal battle, and he stumbled along the way as he tried to piece together the mystery of his family's deaths, as Beatrice sat in the chair opposed to him, throwing out everything she had to make him submit. He was shown fantastical scenes, met witches upon witches, and the lines of reality and myth blurred upon the table.

Until his perseverance won.

Battler won . . . by default. Truth be told, he never fully proved that the witch didn't exist. He never fully proved that magic did not have a hand in the killings, nor did he discover the true culprit, nor which of his family members were involved in the black tale. Through fluke, apparently through some under the table dealings with some of the so-called "witches", Beatrice 'lost' her game . . . but, really, Battler had not won. The Ushiromiya family made it off the island. He could return to his little sister, the only one who had not been present! He could go home! But the battle - without a conclusion - left the aftertaste of dissatisfaction. He never figured out Beatrice's tale . . . and never explained the witches, or the killings. What Beatrice was, or what had happened to her, was left unknown. His family had no idea of the battle he fought, nor of the witches or any of the madness that was presented in front of him. No one knew that Beatrice, the woman claiming witchhood, had sat in a chair across from Battler, and of their battle of logic and explanations. Battler was almost sure that he would not get his answer. With no information on what had happened to that woman, nor any real clues to solve the mystery . . . he was at a loss.

What had happened to Beatrice on that day?

After the events, the island was abandoned, the family knowing that there had been attempts of murder. The family and servants that lived upon it moved to the main land, forcing Kinzo to leave his sanctuary. Six months later, after life had begun to turn back to normal, Battler returned to Rokkenjima of his own accord, without anyone else in his family. Claiming that he was going out on a trip with some friends, the only person he told the truth to was Ange, his beloved little sister. Battler returned to that horrid island in silent thought that returning would bring up clues somewhere to point towards the truth. He couldn't satisfy the mystery of the ordeal; he hadn't won fairly, nor really . . . won at all. The battle was not complete. And so, he wanted to fill in the final pieces . . . or even find that woman, and discover what had happened to her in the aftermath.

Beatrice, the piece that still didn't make sense in his mind.

It was his own doing that set him to the new tale. It was when he arrived on the island that the little red string upon his finger was discovered. Pulled along a silent journey through the mansion, he stumbled upon that door. And still desperate for answers, he opened that door. Things went black, and wrong; and unsure of how much time he had lost, he awoke in that strange, amber mansion, greeted by the blurred image of a woman and a cooing voice. A bracelet and then . . . more darkness. When Battler finally awoke, he was already a piece in the mansion; unsure of how he got there, still assuming he was somewhere on Rokkenjima. And he wasn't happy. As if he was thrown into another unbelievable magic tale, Battler soon came to realize that the mansion wasn't just your everyday castle. And it would take more wit than it took in his last battle to find a way out of it, and still keep his sanity in tact. But was it possible to still deny magic in this new found place? Had he lost home forever this time around?


` •• » so i'm pretty *clear of how much i've lost it .

*( modernday ) ___ HERO.°

Battler is the kind of guy who can't sit back and watch things happen to others. He stands up for what he believes in, and isn't afraid to protect even strangers when he knows they're in the right. He has a good set of morals and a high sense of justice, and takes action upon these feelings. He's a good guy - maybe too good - and is quite often always considering others before the convenience of himself. Though many people born into money such as he are often the type to have others do things for them, he's often willing to lend a helping hand. He can't stand to watch evil unfold; his morals won't permit him to remain quiet when someone is being wronged. The kind of guy you can count on to be there protecting the smaller guys and to be speaking out against 'evil', he's a knight in shining armor of his day and age.



*( painfully ) ___ STUBBORN.°

There probably isn't anything quite as painful as fighting against this guy. He is, in the strongest sense of the word, stubborn. Stubborn to the point that it gets just a little ridiculous, if one was to make the hugest understatement of their life. Battler doesn't give up. No, it's more or less that he can't seem to give up - - that there's a part in him that refuses to. Extreme to the point of denying things that are shown directly in front of his eyes or toying with an idea presented to him for hours until he figures a way out of it or a loop hole in the fact, many would give up long before he will. Somehow, he seems lucky enough to have come up on top using his ridiculous extremity. To most it would be headache inducing; it doesn't matter what you tell him or show him, he still things there's room for him to be right. He has a high perseverance and can seem to withstand even the most brutal proof against himself. Even when he's beaten down - when he's been proven wrong or destroyed - somehow, at some point, he'll rise again. Sure, it's probably good in the end, but to his opponents, it's unbelievably frustrating. He's just stubborn. Insanely stubborn. His stubborn nature can also make him appear cocky when facing against someone; he can be very dramatic, and often uses wit and joke along with strong, proven points to take down his opponents. He prefers to win through debate and proof rather than fighting with his hands.



*( nota ) ___ BELIEVER.°

Battler was never convinced when his parents tried to tell him about Santa Claus, nor the giant rabbit that broke into your house on Easter to deliver you chocolate. The tooth fairy couldn't bring you money and it was always his parents, he knew that, because fairies didn't exist, right? Battler doesn't believe in magic - or fantasy - of any sort. He believes in the human world and the actions of humans; that everything happens with a physical reason and there is no such thing as the supernatural. He's not religious; he believes in himself, his family, his friends, but there's no magical man in the sky watching down on them that he can pray to when he needs help with a girl or to get out of something. Miracles are all human-made; there is no such thing as a true 'miracle' made from thin air. He's been through a lot; seen a lot of proof for the magical world in a game against him, and yet somehow still held to his cause. Everything's a trick of the hand or the eye, just like street magicians would do. It doesn't matter if you cast a spell right in front of him; he simply does not believe. You could fly, you could throw flames from your hands, you could kill someone in a raw, fantastical scene; but it just doesn't matter. Battler's not a believer, and it's doubtful he ever will be; everything has a reason and cause. Everything is done at human hands, and the world is out to prove him otherwise. This anti-magic belief system is not without it's perks, though. It seems Battler has a surprisingly insane magic resistance. Though he may not possess any supernatural abilities nor above average strength, it's almost as if most magic can not touch nor harm him. Is it because his belief systems won't allow magic to "exist" for him? Or is he much more "magical" than he believes?



*( playful& ) ___ PERVERTED.°

Often with a smile upon his face and laughter on his voice, Battler is a cheery and playful guy. He is friendly and doesn't find social situations awkward; speaking to others comes easy to him, and making friends and connections just as well. He is extremely good with children - - beyond the fact that he might slip up and make a crack at the non-existence of their 'magical' childhood fantasies, which leads him into desperate situations of trying to repair the damage that he's done with little white lies to keep the little guys happy, despite his still disbelief. Though he can be very serious at times, when enjoying himself with family and friends he is outgoing and active. Often cracking a joke and laughing along with the gang, he is witty and, sometimes rather . . . well, crude with his comments. It's undeniable that he's a bit of a pervert - he's got that fascination with breasts that seems to present itself in males his age, and sometimes can't help but express it out loud in words . . . and actions. He likes women. A lot. Though most of the time, if he's acting or speaking on it, he's joking; he's not a bad guy, or a dirty pervert, he's simply having fun and will accept the beat down for his actions. To children, he can come off very strongly as an older brother, as he does have duties as one at home. The kind of guy that would liven up a party or outing, he's playful and enjoys being with other people, having fun instead of being serious all of the time. He knows the boundaries of fun time and time when he's got to be an adult and level his head. All in all, he's a good guy.


` •• » and with that, i'm *tied to amber walls. .

" . . . Well, there's something that needs to be sorted out first hand. I don't believe most of the crap I'm seeing here. It's been months since I've been assaulted by what most would call 'magic', but I don't believe in it even for a second. This one's . . . a little more difficult to figure out. Not saying that I'm falling for the lies, but everything seems a little more . . . tightly knit here. The illusions - 'magic', 'miracles', and all of these people claiming to be gods and beasts - are nothing more than a trick of the eye. I just don't have all the pieces yet; and I promise you, I'll get those pieces. The game's a little more difficult this time around. The whole castle's my enemy; those knights, the 'gods', these bracelets - - which I think is my first priority. Outsmarting that queen, too. She runs this place, right? Huh, y'know . . . this sounds just like six months ago . . .

I'm not . . . quite sure where I am, to be honest. One moment, I was on Rokkenjima, and now this strange place, but I can't get disheartened! It's got to be somewhere on the island, right? Alright, so this woman is lonely. Okay, so maybe for whatever reason, she can't leave this place. But what gives her the right to kidnap perfectly happy people from their lives and tie them to her? I'm getting out of here if it's the last thing I do - - and I'm taking everyone with me. And by everyone, I mean the other four who're just like me. Looks like I'm not the only one stuck in this tale; there are more victims, in the exact same position. I'm looking out for myself, I'm trying to figure out this mystery, and I'm looking out for them, too. So far, they're the only people I think I can trust. But who knows what the residents of this mansion will end up like . . . maybe I'll strike lucky and find more allies? Ah, either way, I'm getting out of here! For myself - - for Ange. I can't leave her like that . . .

It's a pretty nice place and all. Pretty comfortable . . . even more lavish than the old mansion on Rokkenjima. ( And I have to confess, the women that are in this place are certainly great, kyahaha ~ ) But it's just not real. I don't think I could ever be happy here, even if for whatever reason I got stuck here until my death day. I'm a pretty friendly guy, so I'm sure that I'll get attached to the people here, but real life takes priority. I need my family, my little sister, the day to day life . . . something that isn't fake. Why is this queen stuck here, anyway? Some sort of warrant on her head, or was she deported, or . . . ? Maybe she needs to go back to the real world. If she could be convinced that the world that lays out there is a good one, maybe this dream can end. Does this woman need saving, too? I mean, I've got a pretty low opinion of her - this whole kidnapping thing sucks and she's clearly my enemy - but maybe there's more to this than meets the eye. . . No, scratch that. There is something else to this. There has to be. I mean, how else could all this fake magic be presenting itself? I've just got to find the answers. And this time, I promise I'll do it.

Okay, so maybe I'm feeling a little over confident, just because I made it out of that last weird game. But I'm sure there's an answer. I'm sure there's a way out of this. I've just got to fight, just like I did against her . . . and as long as I don't give up, I'll find the exit to this place. If I can figure out how these bracelets work, and why I can't take mine off, then it's game set and match. I'll turn this place around until I figure out this mystery! Ange, wait for me, okay?! "

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the coveted witch is a rational taboo of illusion
in the elegant wind, there’s the dance of the greater butterflies
like magic, with the tip of a brush drawing circles, if you fulfill
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DOLL n u m b e r __( Ⅴ ) ___ ♚ ___ sworn p a r t n e r s h i p to the human name, battler ___ ♚ ___ c a l l out to LUCIFER w i t h butterflies in her hands

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Even before she had awoken, she could feel that it was about to begin.

Time had become . . . of no consequence. It had been a long dream that she had been in; a dream that felt like eternity, trapped in a world behind the ornate wooden case that she knew she rested in. Dreams always had a skewed sense of time, and therefore there was no way of knowing when one would awaken; it could be days, or months, or - unrealistically - years before she opened her eyes to reality once more. The days before had become nothing more than foggy memories of her past, before she . . . no, no, before all of them were laid to rest. To rest inside of that wooden case for as long as it took; if eternity was needed to find a worthy vessel to awaken the maiden, then that was how long she would sleep. But time had been kind to her, and somehow, 'that message' had ended up in the hands of the right person.

One that chose to wind.

She thought somewhere, far away, she could hear the click of the case as it opened. And she was sure, somewhere, the tingle of cool air fell upon her lifeless, ball-jointed form. If she closed her eyes in the ethereal dream world that she was growing so used to, she could close off the sounds of the dream and hear the still quiet of a room - a room in a far away world, a distant place that her conscious had yet to reach. That in it's own was promising. Soon, the dull, distant feeling of hands upon her waist; the fall back of her head, her hair twirling down in the air, a shift in her position, her holder moving her ever so delicately . . .

And a pause. A moment of nothing. Almost as if all that she had sensed was false; that there had been no opening of the case, that she was merely dreaming the feeling of human contact once more. But all worry and concern was washed away. In that moment, the click of a key rising from the ground. A key, now lying in the hands of that human.

A key, winding her up from behind.

And it was all set in stone from there.

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The moment the key locked into the fair maiden's back turned far enough, there was a simply click! and a moment's pause, as if at first the winding of the elaborate doll had done nothing. Where one would expect a tiny music box chime to sound, or a soft, imitation voice to coo out at the holder, there was a brief three seconds of absolutely nothing. But three seconds was all that was granted. The call had been made, the sacred awakening ceremony already begun - all simply by choosing to 'wind', the winder had not realized that he had set his fate in stone. After that brief, fleeting moment, it seemed the entire body of the doll seemed to churn; as if the body had taken an inhale.

And the fantastical scene only grew worse from there.

There was no other explanation, other than pure, raw magic, or a delusional trick of the eye. The doll seemed to separate from the boy's hands of her own accord; hovering from the place she had been held, suspended inches off the ground, head hung down. A shimmering light fluttered around her form, her limbs caught in an imaginary wind, as if doing a slow, accentuated dance off the ground. Curls of golden blonde hair floated in mid-air; the ruffles of her rich red gown caught in the gentle spin of magic that had overtaken her body. And another heave of her chest; this breath more defined than the last, her lips pursing and her her head turning upwards ever so slightly, catching itself just slightly to the side. The whirl of magic wasn't strong enough to attract attention from the neighbors, especially since the rest of the house had been lifeless at the time, but it illuminated the room for a moment in it's golden, bathing glow. Her feet stretched down to the ground, touching the floor of the bedroom ever so softly; her hands fell down to her sides gracefully, fingers delicately expanding and retracting, as if trying to catch back with reality. The glimmer began to die down, the soft golden light vanishing in butterfly shaped images that vanished in thin air, the room returning back to it's natural light . . . And now, a once completely lifeless porcelain doll dress in red stood - not rested, not leaned on a table, stood - upon the floor, with eyes closed and head turned so gently to the side.

But given the doll, and the life behind the doll, the boy should have appreciated that moment, though he would not have understood that then; for that was probably the most peaceful he'd ever see that witch be.

The finale of the strange ritual - the winding of the key, the awakening of the doll - finally took place. Slowly, her closed, sleeping eyes opened just a crack; deep, sky blue pupils could be see through her eyelashes and partially closed lids. Her lips parted just a bit, her eyes fluttering to their opening; and, for a moment, she looked very gentle. There was a certain . . . wonder to her. Caught in a bit of a daze, her eyes adjusted to the room she had awoken in. Her bearings were a bit rough. Her case was behind her. Her body felt very . . . heavy, clearly from just awakening from such a long, deep nap. The world was growing more and more vibrant to her senses by the second; and everything started to come together. I was wound? she mused, still a little dazed by the sudden awakening. A hand very delicately rose to her own face to confirm the awakening; caressing upon smooth, doll's skin and catching her elongated bangs in her fingers; yes, she was awake. Yes, she was wound. Her gaze fell in front of her, her eyes thinning just the slightest.

And the man that had wound her must have been . . .

She cracked a smirk of a smile. Suddenly, things began to make sense to her. She had been drowsy just a moment before and hadn't really understood the weight of the situation . . . but everything was painfully obvious now, judging by the scene before her eyes, and the red-haired male in her presence. Her delicate features seemed to break; she stared a moment in wonder at the hands that could now move once more, and took a few steps backwards to test her own weight and the wonder of walking upon two feet. Ecstatic, almost twisted glee rose from deep within her; she was awake! Awake and alive once more, just as Kinzo had said that they would be! A muffled chuckle came from deep within her, and she pulled a hand up to try and restrain it, but the feeling of being awake in the world was far too glorious to withhold. What started off small as a broken but somewhat girlish chuckled morphed ever so quickly into a loud, witches cackle, bellowing throughout the room as the doll threw her head back, laughing quite plainly at her situation. It was surprising that such a loud sound could come from such a small girl; just the slightest bit taller than your average doll, it would have been impressive to hear such a cackle from a fully grown, young woman! But her joy was uncontainable, and she laughed out loud, ignoring her company for but a moment to relish the moment of her awakening. It was a glorious, euphoric feeling . . . almost as if one had been dead and had risen again.

And, of course, there was the dull feeling on her senses that was steadily growing. The ever increasing feeling that she was not the only one of her kind in the general area; that a sister of her's seemed to be fast approaching. Had her awakening been detected so soon? Or had her case been discovered by one of her beloved sisters before she had even been wound? Regardless, she was coming; which only made things interesting.

Ah, but there was the issue of her winder.

The loud cackled began to die down, suppressed to a mild, "Uushishishishi~" through clenched teeth. It was quite an unfortunate situation. If she could already feel her sister's fast approach, she assumed she had very little time with the boy to explain things. Collecting herself once more, becoming a vision of elegance once more ( if anyone could really see such a thing in her after such a terrifying laugh ) she turned a moment, feeling empty handed; and knowing it would be needed for the moments to come, however quickly they came. She wandered closer to her case, giving it a quick inspection; the elaborate poem written by 'Father' still lay engraved deeply upon the case's top, and nestled safely in the cushioned silk inlay that was her bed was the object of her interest; a simple golden pipe, thin enough for her feminine fingers. She reached in ever so delicately and stole the pipe from it's resting place, finding comfort in having it in her hands once more, and finally turned to the young man in the room. She'd ignored him for long enough; he was to blame for this awakening. Surely she was thankful. But it was more than that . . . She would need him.

"You must be the one that wound my key, are you not?" she cooed as best she could, false softness littering her voice; but her darker nature still leaked through quite a bit. She sounded so womanly, so elegant, even though the voice came from a small doll. That smirk still played on her lips, her eyes thin, studying him; both his appearance and his reactions. "I would have remained in that dreamland if you hadn't chosen to 'wind', so I suppose am grateful." Though her words spoke thanks, her voice sounded more amused than anything else. One hand held the pipe, the other holding the opposing elbow; she stood with a certain high and mighty air about her, despite her small size. A small chuckle made it's way out of her lips once more, and her smirk grew just the slightest. "You must be confused, mhmmhmm . . . I am Beatrice, a doll of Kinzo's grand Rozen Maiden series. And you, who have chosen to wind me . . . ?" She left pause, to await a reaction from him. Of course, she had no idea what to expect; this human probably lived with the false thought that dolls couldn't move and talk the way she did. He probably lived in the delusion that the magic of her life couldn't possibly be true.

But it was all too true, and fate was cruel; by the ring that had already appeared on his finger, they were tied together, and the little red witch of a doll, Beatrice, was most certainly going to use every ounce of that.

. . . Well, once she got him to swear to her, that was.

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