the ocean embrace . TEST THREAD DO NOT POST.

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Don’t forget to check you messages after you slay that Demon, honey, I heard the Queen sent out a text~!

Once a rich, prosperous land – full of luxury and wealth. The Queens were spoiled, the people were happy, partying until dawn without a worry or care. Now, however, the land is ravaged by beasts; causing trouble and making mischief. Such a horrible fate couldn’t come upon the country, so in a last resort, the Queen herself called upon the brave and ferocious to fight these horrid, ugly beasts.

They are The Queen’s Dogs, and they will win!

OOC | CHARACTERS | IC

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______________________________ ● this land has laws ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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─── There are things you should know about the Role-Play. Literacy is one of the most important aspects in this role-play. To me, literate means three or more paragraphs filled to the brim with good grammar, and interesting writing. It also means that you contribute, help move the role-play along, and never make anything in the role-play boring, and dragging. Why? Because boring role-plays almost always die, and I do think that this role-play is much too young to die! This role-play is to be an adventure/comedy/fluffy/perhaps romance genre. Oh my! So many genre's! Why? Because it's more fun that way, though do try to tone it down on the romance, please, it can get annoying in heavy multitudes! People don't fall in love at first sight, after all~. The action is more fun, anyways!

─── Gaiaonline has its Ratings. As you know, it is a pg-thirteen site, all over, meaning that though you may mention the sexing, please don't go into description. And don't take it to pm's - my role-play isn't a cyber service, it's a role-play, thank you very much! But sex isn't the only thing to go over, in fact, I would much prefer to see sex than murdering and gore, which is the next problem. Gore, violence, it'll happen - fights will happen, but there's no need to have a blood fest, this is a lighthearted role-play! Also; we accept all kinds of romance here! If you wanna make you character fall madly in love with a sheep; go for it! (But once again, TONE IT DOWN, PEOPLE!)

─── So what about Posts? Well, I like decoration! Please add at least your characters name on top - it doesn't take someone extremely good at coding to do something that simple, so it shouldn't be a problem! As stated above, all posts should be three paragraphs and up, and I will not tolerate writers block. If you have it, you may as well wait it out, because I swear that your one-line piece of s**t is a lot worse than having to wait a bit for a decent post. Sorry, going off on a rant, ohhh, I swore~. Dirty mouth! Back to the point, please post in size nine to eleven, these are the sizes I think make the role-play look neat. Basically, decorations, post size, and number of paragraphs, don't follow this and you'll be kicked out plain and simple! Ah, and also, if you could put the LOCATION of your character in the post, that would be great! C:

─── Onto Characters, you may be wondering just what to do with them. Well, first thing's first. You WILL be given a slight outline to follow for your character (just tiny, like gender, age, and position . . . if even that), and there WILL be applications. Meaning you saunter right on over to that profile thread, fill out the background check, pm it to me . . . and then wait and see before filling out a profile. ( I really hate turning people down, actually). As for character personalities, etc. . . . well, please do not make them Mary-sued to hell. Everyone has flaws. Nobody knows every language, nobody knows how to do everything, so please try not to do that. As for pictures, please keep them reasonable - we want to see their faces. They should be anime pictures! Also, just thought that I should add this here; as well as my character, I will also be playing, "Setting". Now, Setting is not a character, but simply a post to move the role-play along (about a paragraph, maybe two). In setting posts, perhaps I will do a time skip; make monsters appear; have a monster attack one of the group members. Anything to add twists and keep the story fresh! C: If all spots are filled, I will open up more ~

─── BOYS BOYS BOYS! We love them! Oh yes we do --- now, I won't drone on about this, but if a wave of females come in I will start only accepting male characters; AKA, I'd rather not have the role-play filled with only females, but a mix of the two genders. If by some strange force of nature, this happens to swing the other way, I will do the same thing --- only accepting girls. Ohyes. C:

─── Characters go hand in hand with Profiles. And onto profiles, please follow the skeleton! No cutting things out! You may recode to your liking, though; just include everything.

─── Oh, you're probably wondering about this whole technology thing. Why do I have an iPod wielding samurai, a cell phone carrying ninja? BECAUSE THAT'S JUST ******** AWESOME. Come on, admit it; it's cool. Anyways, there are no cars or laptops; mostly just little things ~. If you want to add something not mentioned, please pm me about it first and we'll talk. c:

─── What about Me? I may sound like a b***h, but I'm not. So enjoy!

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______________________________ ● a big , bad story book ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Of iPod wielding samurai's and big, scary Demons. We are the Queen's loyal henchmen, we are her dogs, and you will not win !

The land known as Yokocountry has been experiencing some less than dandy problems as of late. It was once a prosperous land; the old Queen Yokola having claimed it nearly one hundred years ago. For a new ruler, the young woman was already quite the tyrant! She refused all offers of help or friendship, insisting that her land would remain neutral and without the need of assistance. Other countries let it be simply because her land was small and savage --- though Yokola certainly cleaned things up with that iron fist! In her many, many years of ruling she created a country envied by many, with four major cities who exported a plethora of products and were quite rich. When the queen died at nearly one hundred and ten, fifty years ago, her daughter Enma took her place as ruler.

At first the citizens of the country were taken aback by their new ruler; she was a grimy woman, with a tendency to take in many pretty young males, gamble, and just generally associate with the riff raff. However they were set at ease when nothing happened to falter; aside from the occasional mob of seeing a royal about the streets! Yokocountry remained steady in its riches, and for forty five years since the new Queen's ruling, everything was peaceful. The poor Queen didn't know what to think when slowly Demons, Monsters and Ghouls started to plague them --- the gruesome creatures wiping out many small villages and towns in an instant. Occasionally they would even go as far as to attack one of the five main cities! Though usually everyone managed to recuperate, it was becoming quite a pesky problem; slow at first, however it grew very large in the next five years. People feared to leave the cities and travel into what they now called the waste lands; demon attacks were so frequent even visitors from other countries refused to come. Of course such fears set their shipments to waste, only the bravest daring to make deliveries to other countries --- and usually they were eaten whole and the products reduced to nothing but rubble, anyways! As Yoko country is standalone, they could get no help. However the queen would not have that, and quickly recruited lackeys to be her dogs and scour the country, ridding any village, land, or city that may be plagued by a Demon. From a large, hideous beast, to a simple ghoul possessing a child and creating mischief.

They went by, 'The Queen's Dogs'.

Most of these men and women are trained Samurai, however some prefer using more modern methods to kill. Some travel alone, and others in small groups; though they all have the same purpose --- to rid their country of these unsightly beasts. These 'dogs,' are always traveling, looking to sniff out Demons and Monsters on their own when not given a direct order from the Queen. They fight each other for the kill of the beast on occasion; after all, you are given more money and fame when able to write down a higher number in that handy booklet!

However no matter how they fought in the past year, the demons continued to surface; the dogs are now looking for the source while completing their missions, rumors of the Queen promising endless fortune, eternal life, et cetera to anyone who may be brave enough to defeat the very source of these horrible beasts, or just wipe them out entirely whatever way they can.

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______________________________ ● this is our country ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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● Middle ground ( Queenscenter ) ─── Located in the middle of the four others. It is the largest city of the five, and home to the Queen. Though this city is considered the most advanced, you could say that is takes a lot, and thus relies, on the other four cities. Being that is is home to the Queen, the center of the city is very clean and well-kept, however as you go further out it becomes more garbage-ridden and polluted. The Queen's Dogs often report back here to renew their booklets, or just speak to the Queen of new leads, et cetera.

● Northern city ( Mountaincity ) ─── Home to more quiet people; it is very fresh and pure, often hidden by the clouds and clouds of near endless snowfall. The small city is found about the large mountains; it is quite hard to find if one does not know the precise way, however. It is also holder of the mountain pass, which was once used quite a lot, however now remains barren and unused. They create many weapons here; often either exporting them to other countries, or sending them to Magickton to be enhanced. Though many from this city find the tranquil life boring, and leave for better things.

● Eastern city ( Dustyglen ) ─── This city is home to most samurai, holding some of the best training facilities. However it is a rather violent city, considered a safe haven for many thieves, pirates, and other such people. Needless to say, a lot of The Queen's Dogs come from this place --- it is rumored to be the Queens favored city, for the gambling, as well. Though for the most part it is surrounded by the eastern wood, it remains quite the industrial, garbage ridden city. The air is greasy and many vendors and gypsies litter the streets with their wares.

● Southern city ( Tropicscity ) ─── This city is actually located on the island just off the southern coast --- though said island is legal property of the Queen, so the islanders do serve her as well. The small city is nestled among the fresh, tropical jungle and pirates are known to come in and raid on occasion, as the islanders are quite exotic and beautiful. They differ from the other people in Yokocountry; with duskier skin and softer features, many are sought after and forced into marriage. They rarely protest as it is a rather savage city; if not for the beautiful faces, yummy food, and wondrous clothes that come from them they likely would have been abandoned by the Queen long ago. People say the Queen herself often travels there to find pretty young whores.

● Western city ( Magickton ) ─── They are known for their enhanced use of magic --- if one wants to truly learn more than a simple sleeping spell, they usually come here to train in the fine magic academies. they are the producers of magically enhanced weapons, gems, and charms. From love potions to a sword that may cut through armor; you kind find it all upon the pristine, white streets of this rich city. Sadly, though, it is often the target area for Demons and Ghouls; the high concentration of magic attracts them like a cat to the cream. Though they are the creators of many little trinkets (from those magical mp3 players, to the magically enhanced guns), they usually forget much about combat, and the city is rather weak. However the Queen almost always has some of her dogs about the place --- she vehemently protects this city, loving their creations ~

● Country of Yoko --- General ─── More towards north becomes cold, dry wastelands. More towards west are flat prairies, eastern areas get some mountain range BEHIND the eastern city, and are otherwise sprinkled with forests and other such things, south goes from grass to expansive beaches --- there is a small port village where many fishermen dwell, transferring people to and from the island. Though since the sea has become ridden with many beasts, only the bravest dare to go out now. The fuve major cities are the most famed, however the country is also home to many smaller cities, villages, and towns. To say that a majority have been wiped out would be an understatement, yet many still strive on under the protection of The Queen's Dogs.

● Technology ─── Magickton creates little trinkets similar to today's iPods, cell phones, and also small robotic creatures; usually in the form of strange, cute animals. (other things; hover boards, electronic clocks, technology enhanced weapons, magical guns). Though these are mainly sustained by magic --- MEANING NO CARS. Also meaning the users must carry around small charms and stones to keep the creations going; kind of like batteries. Their creations have proved to be great help to the Queen and her Dogs. Most of these things are flat, rectangular, thin boxes. Made from metal, wood, and stone (except for guns, which are almost always made from metals and shaped differently); small holes for insertion of the enchanted gems can be found hiding somewhere around the objects. If not for the magic, they would be useless hunks of scrap.

● Culture ─── Mostly in fashion of Japanese styles; from the clothes to the food and weapons. The villages, the street vendors; all styled after Japanese culture. As though the Edo period collided with a few advances of modern Japan. He may be a samurai cloaked in robes, however that doesn't mean he won't be speaking to the Queen upon his cell phone!

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______________________________ ● the citizens of our country ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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● ＴＨＥ ＱＵＥＥＮ｀Ｓ ＣＡＲＡＶＡＮ

Known as The Queen's Caravan because they are the only Dogs who truly travel together at all times. They travel within a caravan and call no city their home; many love them, as they are kind and rumored to be the best of the Dogs. They plan to find this source quicker than all the others.


● Leaderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above twenty eight.
> Male.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Co-Leaderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above twenty eight.
> Female.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Memberxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Male.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Memberxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Male.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Memberxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Female.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● ＴＨＥ ＬＯＮＥ ＤＯＧＳ

They are Dogs that travel on their own; this is the majority of the Dogs. Most are all competing with one another to find the grand source. Many have stations at cities, whilst others are allowed to roam freely about the country.


● Lone Dogxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Lone Dogxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Lone Dogxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Lone Dogxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Lone Dogxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Above fifteen.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● ＴＨＥ ＣＯＭＭＯＮ ＦＯＬＫ

The few rogue citizens of Yokocountry who somehow managed to get themselves tangled up in this whole mess, perhaps ending up traveling with a Dog.


● Citizenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Age.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Citizenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Age.
> Gender.
> Open/Reserved/Taken


● Citizenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

> Name.
> Age.
> Gender.
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______________________________ ● they bring us such grief ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Demons, Monsters, Ghouls. Most are mindless beasts who live to kill, though others have a mind, and wish to cause havoc in a more tricky matter.

● Those that go by Demons are the largest and most fearsome. They do not think; they are nothing but shells that live to destroy. While most of them are quite large, smaller ones can also be found sprinkled about, still trying to destroy despite being the size of a rat. Though these are certainly the hardest to kill, they are the easiest to find . . . as they are rather stupid.

● Ghouls are known to be ghost-like creatures, mostly. They inhabit the form of anything without a strong mindset; from your common garden snail to a small child, depending on their strength. Some of the truly powerful ones can go as far as to inhabit adults! Once they've gotten in, it is very hard to get them out without killing their host. And though the Dogs try not to with exorcism techniques and other such things, a lot of the time it leads to that. Ghouls are often used as pawns of Monsters; the two creating a killer team.

● Though Monsters are truly gruesome in appearance, they are tricky and powerful. With the strength of a Demon and the intelligent mind of a Ghoul, they are something to watch out for. And even if they are scarce, only one or two have ever been truly defeated. Much of the time they take on the form of beautiful men and women, preying on the innocent and then eating them whole; body and soul. They enjoy creating mischief and making people cry, and they absolutely hate the Dogs as they actually stand a fighting chance. Monsters are said to reside upon otherworldly plains; if humans were to travel there, they would quickly begin to loose all of their senses until they were a dead, empty shells. The few who have gone there and survived are often left scarred for life.

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______________________________ ● a fine day in yokocountry ! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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● It is average weather about the country; colder up north, a brisk spring day among the middle grounds, warm winds to the west, getting quite hot down south, and threatening rain in the east. No extravagant weather changes; it is your average spring day.

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● None as of now.

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● All traveling Dogs, and Dogs positioned within the Eastern area received an IM from the Queen this morning. To travel into Dustyglen and investigate the odd happenings to concubines; being taken away by shady figures, only to either never return to the brothels, or come back lifeless and dull. Occasionally even a body will be found. At first people believed it to simply be a sick murderer, however the police who investigated were plagued with horrifying dreams or flaming red eyes and deep voices. Not to mention the fact that one of the returned, dull concubines began to float and attack in her sleep; like a puppet. She was killed shortly after by a police man, however her body was empty of all organs, bones and blood, a black mist seeping out. As such, it is now a mission handed to the Dogs.

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Feel free to recolor/recode to your liking, but DO make it somewhat pretty! And DO add colors . . . it's not too hard ~

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● ● XXX ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ ⇒ XXX blahblah
● ● XXX ｍａｇｉｃ ⇒ XXX blahblah ** only people from magickton can have advanced magic

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● ● XXX ｎａｍｅ ⇒ XXX The name is an important thing! Your character may have a middle name, however it is not necessary. I would prefer to have more Japanese, or just generally odd names. Preferably nothing blatantly old European, though.
● ● XXX ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ ⇒ XXX This is pretty obvious ~
● ● XXX ａｇｅ ⇒ XXX Keep in mind your characters occupation and general personality when doing this; no matter how mature, a teenager is still just a teenager! Teen years are not a long time; they won't have godly knowledge or even quite a bit of skill. Not to say that they are total weaklings, oh no! Just don't make them on par with an adult who has lived much longer, and knows much more!
● ● XXX ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇒ XXX Male or female; do try to keep things even if making a character without an assigned gender!
● ● XXX ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ ⇒ XXX Any sexuality you want, kittens! ~

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● ● XXX ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ ⇒ XXX Small description, nothing more. Keep the culture in mind and whatnot; most people in Yokocountry look rather Asian - though the islanders do differ quite a bit.
● ● XXX ｃｉｔｙ ｏｆ ｏｒｉｇｉｎ ⇒ XXX In which ever city they were born. You can also make up, say, a small village or something in Yokocountry.
● ● XXX ｆａｍｉｌｙ ⇒ XXX Living and deceased.
● ● XXX ａｌｂｕｍ ⇒ XXX Any links you may have.

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● ● XXX ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ⇒ XXX Personality; please don't have carbon copies. Make your character different from the rest! Interesting characters make for a great role-play!
● ● XXX ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ XXX Just likes.
● ● XXX ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ XXX Just dislikes.
● ● XXX ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ⇒ XXX Their biography. Though I understand a bit of angst, due to the Demon attacks and general time, please, please, please do not make it that boring past people want to throw up reading. Too much drama is no fun !~
● ● XXX ａｓｐｉｒａｔｉｏｎｓ ⇒ XXX Their goals in life.

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● ● XXX ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔ ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｃｅ ⇒ XXX Where do they live? Do they have homes anywhere, or are they always traveling? Etc. Etc.
● ● XXX ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ ⇒ XXX Are they a Queen's Dog? Are they a simple baker? Whatever your character may be.
● ● XXX ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ ⇒ XXX Yes, yes, these are important.
● ● XXX ｍａｇｉｃ ⇒ XXX Now, magic is something we have to discuss. Though EVERYONE can perform it, many people of Yokocountry DON'T! Why? To truly master magic, one must study quite a bit! If your character has not spent most of their lifetime within the grand halls of Magickton's academy for magic, they WILL NOT be able to use any advanced, offensive magic. Sorry, no questions asked!

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● ● XXX ｐｏｓｔｉｎｇ ｃｏｌｏｒｓ ⇒ XXX Pretty obvious.
● ● XXX ｔｈｅｍｅｓｏｎｇｓ ⇒ XXX Have as many as you like ~
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Background Check

Username ; USERNAME TIME !~
Activity ; Will you be able to commit? How often are you on?
Role ; Who do you want to play?
Samples ; An intro post and a few regular posts ! 8D

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● ● XXX ｎａｍｅ ⇒ XXX Juro Manu Do.
● ● XXX ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ ⇒ XXX The young man doesn't really have many nicknames; though to his costumers he frequently uses the name "Akemi," rather than his real name. God knows why, it's not like he has much to hide. Perhaps it makes the dear feel somewhat important.
● ● XXX ａｇｅ ⇒ XXX Eighteen years of his life have passed.
● ● XXX ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇒ XXX Oh, he is quite male, my dear. ~
● ● XXX ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ ⇒ XXX Really, considering his work he has adapted to being accepting of basically anyone or anything. Some say he would bed a Demon if it would bring him money rather than a gruesome demise! So, pansexual I suppose.

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● ● XXX ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ ⇒ XXX The little gypsy boy could easily be considered a very pretty young man --- with loads of deep chestnut hair pooling about his shoulders, and a light chocolate skin tone. Not to mention the smoldering eyes, which look near black on certain occasions. Juro seems to have a challenging air about him, however, with a pompous attitude that could aggravate someone just by looking. He does not mind flaunting his body and smiles; inviting people in with the blink of an eye. A trait he likely learned from the gypsies. From years of his performance work his body has become toned and lean, the darker skin tone further exaggerating this. He remains in shape for his work, knowing not a soul would want a round little blob to bed them. Still, if he could he would sit around all day and prefer to become fat; he does so enjoy food, after all. The dark haired one is of average build for an islander; reaching about five feet and eight inches. Though he does not know his precise weight, it is on the heavier side due to the lean muscle. The mark of his tribe lays permanently on his forehead, to remind himself and others of his true home. likely the only reason he actually knows where he comes from. It's no surprise that he enjoys fine silk and lovely clothes, however he has a low tolerance for the cold which usually ends the sulking boy in bundles of wool, rather than the scanty silks.
● ● XXX ｃｉｔｙ ｏｆ ｏｒｉｇｉｎ ⇒ XXX Juro originally hails from a small tribe that lived near Tropicscity. They had and still have little importance, though are known for their exotic clothing, jewelry, and just general behavior. Very fancy and free, one may say.
● ● XXX ｆａｍｉｌｙ ⇒ XXX The lad has no family that he can really, truly remember, though it is obvious he was born to a mother and father. Having been taken by the gypsies at such a young age, the most he can recall are gentle faces and smiles of a soft young woman and different-looking young man. He regards the gypsies as his family; the large troupe having been like brothers and sisters to him. Even now that they have split, he still considers them to be his true family and home.
● ● XXX ａｌｂｕｍ ⇒ XXX Come hither.

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● ● XXX ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ⇒ XXX Working his line of work, and just generally growin up how he did, Juro could easily be considered a free spirit. He enjoys sunshine, nature, and just generally partying till the sun comes up. All for alcohol, gambling, and the dark pleasures of the night --- the type of guy to try anything and everything at least once. His dreams are much too large for the small world he was put in, but he doesn't mind much, preferring to simply liuve life to it's fullest rather than brooding. To say that he hates depressed people would be a vast understatement; learn to live a little would usually be his thoughts on those people. The young man doesn't understand why, exactly, everyone is so very serious and cold. Then again this kid has an immense amount of luck and usually doesn't end up hurt very often. Though on the occasions it has happened, he tends to shrug it off his shoulder, sing a merry tune, and move on with his life. So long as he is alive. This reckless behavior is going to be the death of him!

Sadly enough, he doesn't really think much of anything through - preferring to live life in the moment without much thought of the consequences. It is easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, after all. Juro also has a lot of trouble accepting he is at fault, or did wrong --- so much trouble he probably won't admit such a thing. After all, he's pretty proud of himself. That stubborn bull attitude does get him into a lot of trouble. Still, he relies on his uncanny luck more than anything, which usually gets him out of sticky situations. Even with the overconfident attitude, however, he becomes envious and jealous rather easily. Like a spoiled child; someone always has something better which just bugs him.

It goes without saying that he can be very seductive if he wants to be; getting young and old, men and women to come to bed with him. It's all in a days work for the boy, and he's happy to say that many yearn for him. The other concubines are quite jealous --- more than often his customers give him lavish presents and risk their lives to take him to the different cities. Did I mention that he has customers in all of the five cities? All of them of good blood and money, oh the woe if their family was ever to find out they enjoyed the nightly luxuries of the dirty concubines. Having such a pull over people --- even if they don't realize it --- makes the brunette feel so very fuzzy and warm inside.

As far as he's concerned, he is but a step away from bedding the Queen herself!
● ● XXX ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ XXX Oooh ~ Juro quite likes a lot of things. Though his main fix would be sex, though eyes see more than just that, I assure you. He enjoys the sight of otherwise attractive people; soft skin, pretty hair, a good smile. Ah, how a good smile gets the boy swooning. Fine food --- Juro would eat like a pig if it weren't for his wish to stay trim. He just loves everything about food. From sweets to spicy things, he is passionate about food. Silk clothes and heat in general . . . he's not too fond on the cold, but he still travels to those cities for his customers. Which reminds me, his costumers; he does so wish one of them would be pretty on occasion. Unfortunately most of the pretty ones don't need nightly services . . . sure, he has a few, but so many are just hideous. Oh sigh. Blue eyes tend to get his heart fluttering; likely because he has such dark eyes. They're also just extremely attractive.
● ● XXX ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ XXX Well, he absolutely hates his unattractive customers; mind you, they don't know that. Gross food in general, old people, oh! And those who are better than him. What an envious creature Juro is; indeed. ~ The young man truly hates the cold, having less of a tolerance for it for some reason or another. Growing up with the gypsies he really shouldn't have such a dislike; they often went to the colder regions of the country.
● ● XXX ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ⇒ XXX Once upon a time, eighteen years ago, a little whore was born. ~ Oh, where to start with Juro; the beginning seems good, but there is just so much to tell! Well, not really actually; but he'd like to think so. Juro was born and raised for about five years of his life upon the island, a little tribe located just outside of Tropcscity. Though they occasionally experienced the pirate raids, they were usually safe from having their men and women stolen for the looks. It was a fun, happy life. However such a life did not last long --- oh no. The tribe had been entertaining a gypsy caravan who'd come over upon the boats when a pirate raid hit; this time going through their small place of living. Needless to say, they were plucking the pretty people and fine wares left and right. The gypsy caravan, being clever, somehow managed to escape from the mess. They tried their best to save the others, however the only one they managed to get was Juro. The boy had been so young at the time, he barely remembers the raid, let alone his parents faces.

They managed to somehow hide on the island, crossing over to the mainland when things had generally died down --- Juro snuggled and hidden within their wares. And then everything was just fine, like in a dream. Still being young, he was forcefully squeezed into learning the art of contortion, the Gypsies pushing his body to the limit. At first he hated it, and hated the Gypsies for doing such things to him, however eventually he learned to grow the art of performing. He was quite the sight to see; his body bending like rubber, contorting into the strangest of shapes, able to fit into the smallest of spaces. It is an art he still practices often, even with his new and less desirable job. His costumers do so love his bendy body, after all. But what landed him a highly paid concubine, anyways?

Well, aside from his show Juro really had no talent, however was much too proud for his own good. With the rising Demon attacks, his troupe disbanded, settling in different cities and attempting to get their lives into some kind of order. Juro chose to travel to Dustyglen, hearing of the dirty streets and dark money. He didn't necessarily travel there to become a concubine, however when a man had propositioned him in a dark alleyway, he hadn't refused. Unfortunately the poor boy was rather stupid at that time --- he was left having done a fine job, however without money to put it bluntly. Rather than being sad, he became rather pissed. Rather than sulking about the streets, he hunted out one of the finer brothels, demanding a job. If not for his foreign beauty, the mistress would have thrown him back into the streets.

But his looks have always gotten him places; at a demonstration of his contortionism, the brothel mistress had him hired in an instant, however at first he really didn't have a good start. But soon enough his popularity grew and blew up --- very few islanders are found on the mainlands these days, what, with the vicious beasts wreaking havoc in the seas. Though direct property of his mistress, he is allowed to travel to the other cities under the orders of various noblemen and women; though it worries his mistress, for he rakes in quite a bit of money and she needn't have him die whilst traveling. Juro remains foolish; believing someone like him could never get hurt.

He is considered one of the more seasoned whores; others in the brothel looking up to him and envying him. He remains pompous, refusing to admit that looking pretty and being addictive in a sense is not the best of accomplishments.
● ● XXX ａｓｐｉｒａｔｉｏｎｓ ⇒ XXX Sadly, Juro doesn't really have many aspirations. He's okay with his career, and he loves the life of excitement he has. Though he would like to see everything, he doubts that'll ever happen; no human could accomplish that. He supposes becoming rich and leaving the brothels would be fun.

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● ● XXX ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔ ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｃｅ ⇒ XXX Though he often travels to other cities for his work, his true home remains in dustyglen. A lavish little suite above the whore house, provided by his mistress --- he is expected to take his costumers there, and part of his wages are taken as to provide rent for the mistress. He doesn't mind much; it's very pretty and he eats well. What else matters?
● ● XXX ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ ⇒ XXX He is quite the sought after concubine, this one. Though originally he worked as a contortionist in a gypsy troupe, that life ended when the Demon attacks started to become heavier --- their troupe split up in fear of being attacked on their travels. Needless to say, the young man misses his original job.
● ● XXX ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ ⇒ XXX Weapons? Fighting!? Why, that's no fun. Though he does keep one of those nifty little shooting trinkets from Magickton; to whip out and threaten with if he's ever in trouble. Whether or not he could actually use it is the question; he'd probably smack himself in the face and burn his hands, sadly enough. The boy has no skill.
● ● XXX ｍａｇｉｃ ⇒ XXX ----

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● ● XXX ｐｏｓｔｉｎｇ ｃｏｌｏｒｓ ⇒ XXX blahblah
● ● XXX ｔｈｅｍｅｓｏｎｇｓ ⇒ XXX
" Lover Boy " ⇒ Mika
" Lover Boy " ⇒ Queen
" Blame it on the girls " ⇒ Mika
" Coin operated boy " ⇒ Dresden Dolls
● ● XXX ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ⇒ XXX blahblah

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i`m the sorest sight, now i feel like ＴＲＡＳＨ --- so she dressed me up as the man she ＬＯＶＥＤ.
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The name was Áki Freyr Sørensen
but everyone called me Áki, alright? Yeah, and nobody laughed, so I'd hold that snicker back. I hear one little laugh pour from those lips and they won't be desperately attempting to decorate that dreadful face of yours anymore, kay?

I was born on The first of may, joy.
Which made me exactly Seventeen, yeah? I know that baby face makes me look about twelve, but take a look at the body, height, attitude and judge again. Don't want to? You're dumb. Stupid. Definition of it. Have a nice life.
My blood comes from a long line of Nordic countries; the blond hair and blue eyes didn't give you a clue, huh? How unobservant of you. Yes, yes, I'm a real mix; Iceland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden. You get the drill. If you really wanna put a label on me, call me Danish. There, that soothe your heart?

Don't judge me because I come from The ******** world, jackass. Guess what? The slums, the places I come from, are still a part of that perfect world; and you rebellious bitches over there? Yeah, those rich, beautiful snobs live in our world, too. Stop being such an uptight a** and accept that you both clawed your way out of your mother's bleeding v****a, a screaming little snot nosed brat.
I found my way to The Slums by Living there, what do you think? Sorry, don't have any sap story --- some people got money, others don't. I'm the latter, and I don't much care; I can make the money I need and that's all that matters.

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On the cheap side of this god forsaken city, I dress how I want to dress, I dress like someone who can actually see; though something as simple as fashion has never been of much interest, there's still no need to look like a complete bum. Unless you really are just that hard headed, in which case I have no reason to be speaking to you in the first place. Anyways, you can usually find me in jeans and baggy sweaters --- being frigidly cold in some little fashion frock that would label me borderline cross-dresser has never been my thing. Occasionally you'll find me in a button up, though not usually, as I'm not one to really attend many fancy social gatherings. I wear what is comfy and does not burn eyes from their sockets, simple as that.
You may not know this, but I professionally Blow your ******** brains out. And you can take that in whatever sense you want, dear. If I get money out of the job --- and don't get particularly injured --- I'll do it. A steady job is for those who are afraid, anyways. I get my money, that's good enough.
don't judge me, but this is the story, Little boy born into a world way too big --- we've all heard the story. Moved at eleven, speak Danish cause I used to live in Denmark. Leave the dead town, teddy bear clutched to my chest, big blue eyes full of hope. God I was a ******** idiot. But most eleven year olds are. One step, two steps, three steps off the plane, into the taxi. Oh look, mommy and the taxi driver --- he wanted to ******** her. Of course, I didn't see, crying like the whiny brat I was. School went by.

First year . . .
"Oh, look! The genius boy~! He's smart so let's stuff his head in the toilet!"
Second year . . .
"Oh, look! That Danish freak; don't go near him. I heard he bit Charlie in the nuts. Yeah, they were in the bathrooms or some s**t, yeah, yeah,"
Third year. . .
"Akkeeh? Akioi? Aki? Whatever, he's like, so cute, right? But look at that baby face! Aw,"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, right? But I heard he'll sleep with, like, anyone for money. Gross, right, I wonder what kind of diseases he has . . ."
Fourth year . . .
"I heard Aki beat up a chick,"
"Yeah, dude, what an a*****e, right?"
"Mmm, I know, he's got a great mouth, though,"
"Ugh, you're such a f**, bro!"
Fifth year . . .
"Aki? Yeah, he's leaving early,"
"Really? Damn, I used to pay for him to do my work,"
"s**t, dude, all the teachers knew anyways,"
"Whatever ********,"
"Ah, I bet the girls `ill missim, though --- that was one good ********,"
"You just liked it `cause they'd bawl and cry to you and you got the sloppy seconds, dude,"
"Whatever, man,"

. . .
I graduated early at sixteen. If not for the language barrier I would have been out of there at fourteen. It's not hard to get out of a slum school. College, uni? A scholarship later --- those ******** are always looking to provide for some slum bum, aren't they? Hope they feel ******** fuzzy inside --- and I was in another school. Out to learn s**t, `cause I'm so damn advanced. School is easy, s**t is easy.

I'd love to narrate you some amazing uni gossip, but I'm afraid my life exploded. And fell away.

Three, two, one. Step backwards up that plane.
Started with a slap. Ouch, that would bruise. What a malicious smile. Afraid you're a f**, kid? Aw, how cute.
A punch. ********, I think he knocked my tooth out. a*****e, my nose is bleeding. What's that? Fear? Yeah, I'm scared, I was scared. Really scared.
Turn and run, Aki, turn and run.
Turn.
Step.
Grab.

With friends like these, who needs enemies?
Baseball bat to my arm. A crack. Then down to the leg. Honestly, Andy, you have amazing ******** aim. No wonder I looked up to you, buddy. And what's that? The finest spit ever to land in my ******** eye. Only one of those hazy blues, though, the other had to be open to see the baseball bat come down on my face. And boy did it hurt, did it ever ******** hurt.
But that laugh said you had fun.
I'll have fun bleeding to death now.
"Aha! That got the f*****t, s**t, how are we gonna get the blood out?"

One big, ******** ominous voice later and look at me, I'm alive. Cause I'm that special, don't you know? Angel, Archangel? Like I know, God has never been a subject of belief or study, thanks. All I know is that I'm alive; all for me, me, me, right? Of course, friend. The so called Angel can spork out my eyeball, for all I care, so long as I'm alive and he (she, it? Wtf?) uses anti-pain meds.
My attitude may...be a little unusual, it's true, brutally honest and whatever synonym goes with that. Mean, mean, mean? What? Me? Sorry, can't handle honesty you should just go end your life now. So god damn intelligent, don't you know!? God forbid I reach a ripe, old age, I could take over the world in five seconds flat, really. Manipulation is fun, right? Caring? Me? No, never me --- I didn't pat your shoulder. I didn't offer a sympathetic smile. I didn't dare let a tear fall. I didn't flee in terror. No way, not me. Must have been my evil twin you saw. Or just me, being a whiny b***h, covering things up. Things the likes of you will never see. Oh, and you say you saw my silhouette dancing in my bedroom? No way, couldn't have been me --- I'm really not the cheery type. I never have any fun, you know. Smiles? Oh, they're for losers, right? Love? Ahah, shall I say it doesn't exist, because that's totally what I believe.

. . .
Now that you've gotten a decent dose of sarcasm, and hopefully realized that I am human, not some cold shell of a person, can we move on? Alrighty, then.

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The Angel that chose me, Archangel Uriel --- ooo, how scary.
He who is of Earth, ******** if I know. God's a jo----
The emotions that represent us are Light sea green is lovely, albeit a little long for a simple color name . . .
The music that soothes my soul Gives you hell --- All American Rejects. Good gone girlBOY --- Mika Lover boy --- Mika

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______ watch your mouth ; your speech is slurred enough
___________ or was it god who chokes in these situations?
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________________________ ｙｏｕ｀ｒｅ ｍｙ ｓｕｇａｒ ｐｌｕｍ

XXXXXXXXXXXX i can be as cruel as you !
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX fighting fire with fire wood
XXXXXXXXXXXX fighting lies with lies!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX my skin is thicked out; this time i`m ready for your war
XXXXXXXXXXXX `cause i see your ways and i know your plan
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX `cause i`ve been around and i`ve seen this place before
XXXXXXXX --- should have closed these borders years ago

Áki Freyr Sørensen ------ Archangel Uriel?

" There's a one foot boy eleven stone
He's sitting on my shoulder
I'm too scared to look away,
He comes here almost everyday
And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we're over "

"What a strange taste in music . . ."

Three, two, one, blast off!
Living with an Angel who was too scared to let his host out wasn't too bad.

" MY OH MY
I think my mind is gone
I'm left here wondering
Was I crazy all along?
What do I do?
Nothing left but pray
Gonna shoot somebody
Help me drive this craziness away "

"You should turn off your alarm clock, dear ~"
"Oh . . . dear? Aren't I just so endearing? May I call you Uri-wuri, since we're doing pet names now,"
" . . . You'll wake your mother,"

A long, pale arm shot out from the cave of blankets, slamming down on the little black device and forever silencing the cheery music that invaded his room, and thus, the house. Because the house really was that small. Just as soon as the arm had shot out, it came back in, the young teenager curling into himself and sighing. Never knew when a baseball bat was gonna come and beat the s**t out of you, after all. The blond still remembered the event five nights previous; fresh in his mind as though it was happening right now. It made those blue eyes screw together tighter. Thoughts of his friends, his precious role-model, Andy. Serves him right for looking up to anyone. Three uni jocks taking on some little teenage genius; he was sure they felt quite big when they were smashing in his face, chest, body --- anywhere that baseball bat hit. The face was the worst, though; one last hit for good measure. Andy above him, smiling like always.

He was certain his brain had become a sloshing mush and was pouring out his ears, but the voice he'd managed to register said otherwise. And he went with it, because he really was way too good to die. The world needed bitches like him, not Andy. To be honest, part of him just believed he'd somehow miraculously healed and the voice was a bit of brain damage.

"You know that's not true,"
"No I don't,"

That seemed to shut the Angel up, if only for a moment. But he piped up again when the blond crawled out of his mass of blankets.
"What are you doing?" Uriel sounded worried; it made Áki smirk, quite happy with the worried tone.
"Going to university; like a normal university student should," he answered, rolling his eyes. It was so strange, talking out loud to himself --- surely he could just think, but it didn't feel the same. Hopefully mother dear wouldn't overhear him; she already thought he was nuts.
"Isn't it a little late?" It was late morning, after all. But Áki knew that this was just another excuse; in attempts to get him to stay bed ridden. Since the incident of almost dying he'd stayed bed ridden with a fake cold, pretty much just crying and shaking and weeping like a b***h. Because he had the attitude of a street punk, but he wasn't, no matter how you look at it. Not to mention he'd gotten the living s**t beaten out of him; so yeah, almost dying took a toll on his so-called weak, impressionable mind. He was pretty sure it would take a toll on anyone, even if they didn't show it.
"No, my classes haven't started yet,"

The fact that someone who he considered his very best friend had done it probably helped with the whole ******** thing. But he had to get out of bed and back to school eventually, because learning was good. Needless to say, Uriel wasn't too pleased; he would have preferred Áki lying in bed for ages until he came up with a good enough plan to find this friend of his and the others.

Honestly, Áki didn't really bother to understand this s**t; he was alive and could go to university, so when some weepy little voice came bawling to him on his death bed, crying about some friend and mutiny and other s**t he accepted the offer. After all, it was in his favor, and so far Uriel hadn't done much to harm him --- aside from the occasional pull on his head, which gave him migraines, and forcing him out of bed to eat something. He had to keep this body in shape.

All the same, he was out of bed and ready to live his life, stop acting like a b***h, and do whatever Uriel asked him to on the side. To be honest, he liked having the voice around; Áki wasn't exactly one to have many friends --- and the ones he did have opted to kill him with baseball bats --- so having someone to take an edge off the loneliness was something he could actually get used to, even if he'd never admit it out loud.
"Aw, how sweet,"
"Yeah, shut up,"

Though, really --- if Uriel knew there was no point in trying to keep it secret. God, he confused himself sometimes.

"Your room is really colorful," he heard the Angel's smooth voice crack with a chuckle as he looked at himself in the mirror, making lion-like rawr sounds and poses. God forbid anyone ever see Áki act like a kid; but he supposed he'd have to get used to Uriel being around to snicker.
"I know I generally act like a p***k, but I am seventeen," he responded, making a face in the mirror and letting the rather poncy hat he'd been toying with roll from his fingers, large, feathered thing hitting the floor. He had odd habits to collect even odder things; feathered hats being one of said things.
"Hmmm,"


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Didn't take long to get all of his s**t together; soon enough he was all dressed up in some baggy yellow sweater, passing his hips, and a pair of jeans that bunched around the ankles and knees. After getting a beany suitably fitted on the ultra-blond hair, he grabbed any books he'd need, his bag, and headed towards the kitchen.

At least living on the ground floor of a tiny apartment meant he didn't have any stairs to scale or descend.
"Isn't it dangerous, though? . . . The windows have been painted open,"
". . .No s**t, Sherlock. I wouldn't be surprised if someone busted in and chopped us up and----,"
"Honey, did you say something!?" Oh good, the soft call of his mother --- cooing him back into reality and away from his deranged mind.
"You're not crazy,"
"I'm fine, mamma!" he called towards the door of her bedroom. She worked late nights as a waitress, and was oh so proud of her son for getting a scholarship --- too bad she didn't know half the things he did to get all the other money he needed for uni. She just thought they paid for everything. Haha, yeah right.

"Why don't you tell her?"
"`Cause," his voice was a low whisper now, rummaging for an orange or something. He settled with and apple. "I'm gunna go now, muuum!"
"You're not sick anymore?" and then the equally blond woman came from the bedroom, looking tired and full of nicotine. He smiled at her, nodding.
"Yuh, I'm fine, buh bye," she nodded, waving him off and going about making coffee, fluffy pink robe clutched closer to the frail frame.

"You two don't talk much," he was outside now, one foot in front of the other as he absently walked, blending into the slummy neighborhood easily.
"Nope," Áki responded, out loud. He didn't much care if total strangers thought he was nuts --- not like he was ever going to see them again, anyways.
"But you love her,"
"I dunno, she's my mum, so yeah, I guess. She doesn't like it when I say it out loud, though," he swore he could hear Uriel smiling, but ignored it. Áki had gotten a rather strange image of the Angel in his head; mostly based off of the painting Virgin of the Rocks by Leonardo da Vinci, even if everyone did say that the way he depicted Uriel was actually in the image of his homosexual lover or something along those lines. Either way, Uriel would just chuckle whenever that image popped into his mind, but it didn't stop Áki from thinking that way.

"Áki, Áki? Is that you?"
"Who's that?"

Áki turned towards the soft voice, taking in the sight of a small, curly haired blond. Blue eyes, red lips; she looked like a carbon copy of every other blond he'd seen, but for some reason she knew him. He quirked a brow, looking up to the building she'd just come out of --- The Fluffy Duck . . . wait . . . why the ******** was he over here?

"Uriel, why didn't you tell me I was just meandering about!?" It was strange to think the words, rather than say them, but the doe-eyes blond needn't start making a fuss about him. Where the ******** did he even know her from?
" . . . I don't know where your University is, Áki,"
"Yeah, but come on --- get a clue! This is---,"

"Don't you remember me, Áki?" And now, the little blond was pouting, attempting to get her flirt on. Really? So early in the morning?
"No, I don't blondie," his tone was flat, eyes hard. The response seemed to surprise her; obviously she was used to the more charming, innocent Áki. The fake sugary sweet boy he'd made himself into on various occasions. Like when he was eleven. The blond recovered quickly enough, nudging him in the shoulder with an awkward laugh.
"Come on, I'm Joel's older sister. You used to hang out at our house all the time . . . you left school early, right. Joel always goes on about it, you know? How's Uni? Must be fun, right? I never went . . ."
"No kidding,"
"Áki, be nice,"
"Lying's bad, right? I'm just being honest,"
Well, at least he knew who she was, now. Joel's older sister; ugh, how he hated Joel. Never met a bigger idiot . . . well, then again, his sister was pretty close. They were that kind of family; the beefy meat head, the blond slut sister. So why was the great Áki over there all the time, then? When the lovely little blond wasn't paying him for some fun, Joel was. There was also the whole school work thing --- it was the only thing that really made school reasonably interesting. And he got money for finishing all their assignments, it was a pretty sweet deal.
"You're a horrible person,"
"Hey, I'm not punching babies and stabbing people, kay? Go preach on the real evil,"
Good, Uriel shut up again.

"Yeah, so, why're ya talking to me? Did I knock you up or some s**t? Brother get gay bashed thanks to me?" His voice was way too nonchalant for his words; the little blond looked flabbergasted.
"No . . . I just thought; you know, we could catch up. God, you're bitchier than that chick inside," she huffed, rolling her eyes and taking out a golden case. Containing cigarettes, no doubt. How ******** classy.
"Ah, you know it," Áki gave a cadet salute, barely a smile gracing his face as he leaned against the grimy wall of the building. Big mistake; as soon as that sweater clad frame came in contact with the wall his head practically exploded, Uriel flipping out in pitches he thought only dogs could hear. Instantly a whine left his lips, eyes screwed together.
"Áki! Áki! Áki!"
"Oh shut the ******** up!"

" . . . huh, what? God, you're such a p***k!"
"Áki, listen!"
"Uggghhhh," a slight slump.
"Woah, dude, you okay?"
"Áki!"

"JUST SHUT THE ******** UP! AND YOU, LITTLE BLOND b***h? YEAH, ******** OFF!"

Well, that put a chill over the area. Uriel was instantly silenced, but the pain didn't stop. The blond probably would have continued to b***h, but she knew well enough that Áki had a tendency to punch faces when he was having a b***h fit, so with a huff and a frown she finally clacked the ******** off in those stilettos. Good lord, what the ******** had just happened.

"Care for a ******** explanation, Uriel, or were you just getting an Angel boner for that dumb ******** skank?" he bit out, and would have continued if not for the sudden strain on his head.
"You have to go inside," it was an order. He'd agreed to follow Uriel's orders . . . but this . . . blue eyes glanced up to the little strip club.
"******** no; I'm too young. I'll probably get a disease just from going in that slut house," oh, like he was one to talk about being a slut. Still, he was acting like a snotty rich brat, and it really . . . well, it actually suited his appearance pretty good, but still.
"Áki, he's in there, do you hear? I can feel . . . IN THERE. I NEED TO GO IN," and before poor Áki could gain any control of his body, Uriel pretty much forced one foot in front of the other. The random drunks on the street must have thought he was nuts, because it looked like he was quite literally trying to push against some invisible force steering him forward.
"No, no, no, no,"
Hand to door handle.
"********, URIEL YOU c**t FACE,"
Annnnnnnd, someone ran into him? Thunk, thump, thop. Wait . . . thop. Wait, what?
"EY EY EY BLONDIE GET THE ******** OUT OF THE WAY!"
Wasn't that just ******** FITTING. The blond turned around, gaining control of his body to look the two over, features narrowed in a very unattractive sneer. Befpore he proceeded to be a general a**, he noted a fair few escape routes, because while one of them looked like a b***h c**t the other was really ******** intimidating.
"Áki, Áki!" The Angel called out, attempting to take control again and using THE ******** IRRITATING VOICE HUMANS WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO HEAR. He ignored the intimidating one speak and just proceeded to explode.
"SHUT THE ******** UP YOU ******** b***h!"
Obviously, someone needed to clean their mouth out with soap.

"Raguel? R-Raguel!?" Oh, how exciting, some other worldly BEAST echoing through his vocal chords like some child who'd just found their mommy. AND LOOK AT THAT HIS HAND WAS GOING OUT TO GRAB HOLD OF THE LITTLE WANKER. He promptly grabbed his arm, forcing it down and pretty much just proving him totally insane to these two. "Raguel," a wash of relief sounded.
"Ey, a*****e, stop using my mouth, right?" why did he have absolutely no control over Uriel? It really didn't seem fair --- was it because he was young? Was it because he was totally indifferent? Ugh, Uriel was trying to lift his arm again. Hand. To. ********. Shoulder. May as well squeeze, really hard. The blond got a suddenly eerie look; one that belonged right inside some horrible horror film. In fact, he looked like he would be quite suited to crawl out of a well right now.

"You, twot, just who the ******** are you?"
Oh, how friendly. But really, he would HONESTLY like to know WHY Uriel was whizzing about his head in some high pitched GIRL voice, screaming about some Ragoooo person.

Aha.
Ragoo.
Vagoo.

"Oh shut up Áki," and thennn, he proceeded to get complete control of his host again. Áki's eyes glazed over, his appearance becoming that much more Grudge-like as the bright blue eyes lost all life. Quickly, his hand released the other male and he dipped his head.
"I am sorry for the behavior of my host, Raguel," the voice that came out was nothing like his own; deep and mature, not the voice of some baby faced seventeen year old. "It . . . I am so relieved that you are well, friend," and boy, did he sound relieved --- sighing, keeping his head down, generally acting like some polite little idiot. By this point Áki was pretty much having a fit; demanding Uriel let him regain control of his body. Obviously it wasn't working, because he wasn't trying to feebly beat the s**t out of these strangers in some mad and deranged rage. Poor Áki; his mind couldn't handle the drama and squeals. He needed about twenty theory sheets right now. Oh, yes, that'd be nice.
"Do . . . do they know of your location, Raguel!? You should not be out in such broad daylight, my friend!"

[08 B0NES]

Andreas Fredrik Jössi

•●•But I prefer
xxxxxxxx「Joss ; Andy ; FREDDY THE FLEXIBLE (stage name)」

•●• It's one or the other...
xxxxxxxx「I assure you; I am quite male ~」

•●• I don't give this out to just anyone, y'know!
xxxxxxxx「Eighteen years; still fresh for the show!」

•●• A present would be lovely.
xxxxxxxx「Winter 20」

•●• Doing nothin' gets ya nothin'.
xxxxxxxx「I'm a bendy little acrobat, love.」

•●• 'Cause not everything is uniform!
xxxxxxxx「I swing whichever way the wind blows ~」

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•●• Once upon a time...
xxxxxxxx「Andreas has grown up surrounded by acrobatics and the world of the circus; his father was one of those amazing strongmen, while his mother was a dainty Swedish contortionist. Quite obviously, he inherited far too many traits from his mother to walk in his fathers foot steps; naturally quite flexible, he was considered a gem within the circus and has been bent and contorted since he could walk and before. It was a Nordic circus, and he grew to be one of the best of the best; some people went as far as to call him spineless! Literally spineless! Though obviously he is but a normal human, the way he bends often makes people question just how human he is! Growing up was pleasant enough; though he was constantly training and never really allowed much fun. Not to say he minded much, because his eyes were basically blinded from the world of normality.

Sadly enough, however, around the age of fifteen the circus disbanded; not due to lack of funds, no, they were quite prosperous. The ring master and owner died, and through this complication and that complication eventually it just went belly up. Both his mother and father having long since passed, he was left alone for about a year; a homeless little street rat, just barely scrapping by with a gypsy lifestyle. When he was sixteen his current ringmaster happened to see his street performance and offered him a job. After a few bumps and just generally getting back into the swing of things, he became quite the known acrobat once more. And he couldn't be happier. Aw, what a great ending, no?

Well, that's not the end --- oh no, there are still many things that lay in the future of this little contortionist.」

•●• I'm an original.
xxxxxxxx「Andy could easily be described as your average eighteen year old acrobat. He's focused and strong willed, however still immature, somewhat new to the world. Sunny and dumb may be a few good words to describe him; not to say he's really stupid, just eighteen. He likes to jump about, dance, generally make a fool out of himself and have fun. At the very least he's loving; though his morals on love probably aren't the best. He has big dreams, probably way too big for the world. Sadly enough, he doesn't really think much of anything through - preferring to live life in the moment without much thought of the consequences. It is easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, after all. Andreas also has a lot of trouble accepting he is at fault, or did wrong --- so much trouble he probably won't admit such a thing. After all, he's pretty proud of himself. That stubborn bull attitude does get him into a lot of trouble. Still, he relies on his uncanny luck more than anything, which usually gets him out of sticky situations. Even with the overconfident attitude, however, he becomes envious and jealous rather easily. Like a spoiled child; someone always has something better, which just bugs him. Not to mention the fact that he can get creeped out really easily --- he's all for love and passion, but creepers just . . . urrr, no. Not for Andy. Especially those scary old men and women who continuously eye him up whilst he's practicing, or doing his routine. Just. Ugh. He doesn't like it. 」

•●• Only the best...
xxxxxxxx「Feathers; of all shapes and sizes. He is never seen without some sort of feather on his person.」

•●• Better than the rest!
xxxxxxxx「Anything brightly colored ; The circus ; Peaches」

•●• The world would be better without...
xxxxxxxx「Anything drab or dull ; Becoming ill ; Honey」

•●• I won't even look at that!
xxxxxxxx「Oh, he utterly, completely and totally loathes ties. Of all kinds; though he is still forced to wear them on occasion.」

•●• There's more to fear than fear itself!
xxxxxxxx「Beyond all else, he fears loosing his legs/arms/anything that would stop him from doing his routines.」

•●• I won't say I'm in love...
xxxxxxxx「He's not into constrictive relationships.」

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