Name: Kono, Ryuunosuke
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description: Strands of obsidian combed by the running gusts seeping through the rocks, continuing the undying process of erosion, hang from his head towards the height of his chin, if we talk about the back. From the sides, the threads barely caress the earlobes and, finally, from the front, they were strategically dangling to the height of his eyes, yet letting his irises of onyx continue to absorb the visage afore him. Frame is tall, reaching past the kids his age, though it was a trade: height for muscle mass. A serpentine silhouette is what rendered him weak yet quite sly and agile when it came to dodging and evading, mostly. Skin is tender, young, of clear, somewhat tanned pigment.
Character's Mental Description: Two words are enough to describe his common demeanor: laid-back. No actions are taken unless they’re deemed absolutely necessary – there are no such things as spontaneity, really, for one could easily predict his movements. Yes, it sounds disadvantageous for someone whose mind may or may not be focused in battle, but it also brings another factor into play. Simplicity. The overuse of complexity in fights is what allows this option to be viable if executed properly. Besides the quiet demeanor he usually displays, there’s also concern which shows itself as a seemingly blind anger. Ryuunosuke becomes apathetic, arrogant, irritating while his countenance helps him further the showcase of corrupted emotions. This turns him into a more impulsive being, exchanging the cool demeanor with a brash attitude, seeking to rampage it all regardless if consequences are obvious or not.
History: Everything that begins as a disaster, is bound to end as one.
From childhood, the world down below has always been a mystery. An esoteric hell being labeled so due to the endless gossip of envy and perversion, rendering those beneath as simpletons who cannot conceive anything but the interesting yearn for completeness, a goal he seeks to achieve while continuing to walk down the narrow path of fate, and the taste of blood trickling down their hot bodies after wars and wars of crimson array. Curiosity was not imparted by parents, but by the ancestors of humanity. It is only natural for him to experience the desire of discovery, of unraveling. Yet, this wish is still not fulfilled to this day, but random whispers of apparent truth falling upon his ears.
Years passed, and sickness became a crucial matter in his mind. Not because it struck him, but the elder woman of wise advices that were often kicked away by the diverting attention of the male. His second, antagonistic persona took place, rejecting everyone and everything. The rising sister only brought about envy and uncalled for hatred, though, in the bottom of his aching heart and soul, bonds to each of his family members continue to be strong as ever, only pushed away by the situation at hand. The rage is fueled by the other aged ones constantly naming his actions as ‘an stage in the period of youth’ – the feeling of impotence is there. It grows and grows alongside the constant remark of uselessness and lack of understanding. Probably the sibling could be of help, but the contradictory thirst of independence shuns her away, even if she does not even try to approach him. At least, coins are not scarce upon his pocket, due to his position within the Damyo's family. Yet, it does not make up for much.
So far, so bad.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Character's Physical Description: Strands of obsidian combed by the running gusts seeping through the rocks, continuing the undying process of erosion, hang from his head towards the height of his chin, if we talk about the back. From the sides, the threads barely caress the earlobes and, finally, from the front, they were strategically dangling to the height of his eyes, yet letting his irises of onyx continue to absorb the visage afore him. Frame is tall, reaching past the kids his age, though it was a trade: height for muscle mass. A serpentine silhouette is what rendered him weak yet quite sly and agile when it came to dodging and evading, mostly. Skin is tender, young, of clear, somewhat tanned pigment.
Character's Mental Description: Two words are enough to describe his common demeanor: laid-back. No actions are taken unless they’re deemed absolutely necessary – there are no such things as spontaneity, really, for one could easily predict his movements. Yes, it sounds disadvantageous for someone whose mind may or may not be focused in battle, but it also brings another factor into play. Simplicity. The overuse of complexity in fights is what allows this option to be viable if executed properly. Besides the quiet demeanor he usually displays, there’s also concern which shows itself as a seemingly blind anger. Ryuunosuke becomes apathetic, arrogant, irritating while his countenance helps him further the showcase of corrupted emotions. This turns him into a more impulsive being, exchanging the cool demeanor with a brash attitude, seeking to rampage it all regardless if consequences are obvious or not.
History: Everything that begins as a disaster, is bound to end as one.
From childhood, the world down below has always been a mystery. An esoteric hell being labeled so due to the endless gossip of envy and perversion, rendering those beneath as simpletons who cannot conceive anything but the interesting yearn for completeness, a goal he seeks to achieve while continuing to walk down the narrow path of fate, and the taste of blood trickling down their hot bodies after wars and wars of crimson array. Curiosity was not imparted by parents, but by the ancestors of humanity. It is only natural for him to experience the desire of discovery, of unraveling. Yet, this wish is still not fulfilled to this day, but random whispers of apparent truth falling upon his ears.
Years passed, and sickness became a crucial matter in his mind. Not because it struck him, but the elder woman of wise advices that were often kicked away by the diverting attention of the male. His second, antagonistic persona took place, rejecting everyone and everything. The rising sister only brought about envy and uncalled for hatred, though, in the bottom of his aching heart and soul, bonds to each of his family members continue to be strong as ever, only pushed away by the situation at hand. The rage is fueled by the other aged ones constantly naming his actions as ‘an stage in the period of youth’ – the feeling of impotence is there. It grows and grows alongside the constant remark of uselessness and lack of understanding. Probably the sibling could be of help, but the contradictory thirst of independence shuns her away, even if she does not even try to approach him. At least, coins are not scarce upon his pocket, due to his position within the Damyo's family. Yet, it does not make up for much.
So far, so bad.
