Coffee-Tastic Posted December 10, 2015 Share Posted December 10, 2015 Basic Information: Name: Kenta (His last name is long forgotten) Name Translation and Meaning: Healthy and big/ thick Nick names: Ken-- though he doesn't have anyone to call him nicknames Age: Uncalculated, but looks as if he were in his mid twenties. He claims to be 666 years old just to joke Birthday: He can't remember Gender Male, although can manipulate his appearance/ sex organs Ethinicity: Japanese Home Country: Japan Current Country: Kyoto, Japan Race: Demon Occupation: No occupation Sexuality: Bisexual. He wouldn't mind having sex with anyone as long as they have a nice face and body. Position: Seme Appearance: Height: 6' 3"/192.02 cm Weight: 187lbs/84.82kg Eyes: His eyes are spring green and snarky. Has slightly thick black eyebrows, not too overpowering and not too thin. Hair: Charcoal colored, feather-like hair that comes down just above his shoulders whenever he doesn't have his hair up, but he rarely lets his hair loose to begin with. It's mostly always in a ponytail. Skin: Average white skin. He has no birthmarks or blemishes. Body: Muscular, very lean and strong, but oddly enough he is very lazy Markings/Tattoos/Scars/Etc: There's a tattoo of a sheep's skull on his back, the twisted horns reaching his shoulders, with roses. Clothing: He doesn't care about the things he wears, seeing as though nobody important can see him anyways. He typically wears a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, topped with a sloppily done tie and black pants with black, glossy shoes. When leading on his prey or whenever he's feeling extra puffed up, he wears a jet black suit and tie. When in a relaxing place, he wears t-shirts and sweats. Shirt is optional. Personality: A mixture of mischievousness, arrogance and stubbornness, Kenta is quite a load to take on even for any mere human whether they can see him or not... Tripping people over, stealing their things and making innocent people seem guilty, he loves to cause trouble. A lot of the times, when intentionally scaring people, he refers to himself as Satan to boost his ego as a matter of fact. Even with his love for causing chaos, there's actually a large, empty part of him caused from not knowing who he is, causing him to act differently, being more to himself and less wild in those ruts. Background/History: REVEALED IC Extras: *The energy he needs to stay alive and strong comes from pleasure and displeasure, but for him, he gets more from the sexual pleasure of others *He has a black tail with the texture of the underbelly of a snake, it has a sharp spike at the end, just like a classic demon. He can hide this part of this body, but in times when he feels exceptionally naughty, it appears again. *His simplest form is a raven and if his energy runs out, that's what he is. When that happens, he'd have to feed off negative energy to get back to his other state. It has only happened a few times and he never plans on it happening again. *He suffers from memory loss. Both short term and long term. He can't remember his human life and the short term loss is not usually that significant, forgetting the time or where he puts things. Likes: *Harassing people *Sex *Eating sweets, especially cakes and tarts *Panties (he has a collection) Dislikes: *Being ignored *Children *Being told "No" *Religious folk who think crosses protect against evil things Abilities/Other: *Teleportation. However, too much of it gives him a headache. *Can manifest himself into various appearances when he has full energy, be it human, creature-like entities or shadows. *Being able to travel through the realm of the dead, the living and places in between. Theme Song(s): The question of residency on his part isn't a question when it wasn't necessary, however, even a demon wished he had someplace to relax and not be bothered, especially on a cloudy, lazy Saturday afternoon. He just happened to finish eating nice piece of stolen cake from the bakery and licked his lips of sweet cream cheese frosting, minding his own business. Today, he didn't think he'd be getting any closer to getting what he came for, since his mood of the day didn't contain any sort of striving will power. He's barely even many of the dead, their faint white glow would even be easier to see on this gray day. Kenta sighed and found himself sitting at a part bench, the end of his tail loosely swaying at his feet while his body stretched out and his eyes losing focus of the world around him. He hasn't slept in a while, maybe since the park wasn't so full, he can catch a break and take a nap there without somebody sitting on him by accident. Man... Being sat on or passed through by people gave him the weirdest feelings, for the both of them actually. "I'll pass," Kenta grumbled, and with that reason, he decided he'd keep his eyes open to just relax instead. He let his eyes pass over the playground in the distance lifting his chin slightly. Innocent kids playing, perverts watching those kids on the sidelines, mothers watching out for their kids, joggers running along the park paths, some boy staring right at him in the distance, that one old lady that fed the birds... Wait. He frowned and looked back at that boy who was looking directly at him. He narrowed his eyes and looked behind him just to make sure that boy was looking at something, but no, he was definitely looking at him. A human that could see him? How interesting... Hm. He was also kinda cute, that's a plus. The demon smirked, a tail curing around his leg in great interestnas he lifted his hand and gave him a come-hither motion. If he really could see him, he'd love to talk for a moment, he bet that runt would too. Sure, he's well aware people have the ability to see into the realm he walked freely in, or could at least hear them, but seeing a human like that for himself surely was a first. For one that can see spirits, he must know that the dead are normally quite attracted to them, even to a demon, they loved to complain and moan about how they're dead and all. It was so annoying... he'd rather sit and listen to birds chattering and gossiping in the trees. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~ Posted December 10, 2015 Share Posted December 10, 2015 It all was starting to be a normal day, well, normal enough when it came to the life of Tristin Dolor, also known as Shāngxīn Tòngkǔ. Because for this young man, a regular day consisted of isolation, and ghosts. Yes, ghosts. He could see them, and not only that, if he wished to, he could talk to them and interact with them just as one interacted with a normal, living human being. But even so, he tries not to mess with the living, as seeing the dead and being able to converse with the supernatural has seemingly cursed Tristin with unnatural bad luck. Ever since he was little he could remember that sort of thing, no matter how hard he tried to turn it around, he could never shake it. So, growing up, he grew accustomed to the terrible things that seemed to follow him wherever he went, and dealt with life the best he could. Right then he was at the park, the weather having been sunny when he'd stepped out, but the moment his feet had met the sidewalk pavement, clouds had rolled in, and now it was cloudy. He'd been looking into the small lake that was at the center of the park, sitting and reading a book, but a sudden chill made him put the book down, and sure enough when he turned there was a spirit right there behind him. An exasperated expression makes it's way on to his face, and he sighs. But when he looked up, past the ghost, something else caught his eye. A rather strange looking person, so it seemed, or else that was what he thought it was at first. But no...People walked by as if the man wasn't even there, like nothing was sitting on that park bench. So...just what was this person? Could it be something other than human? He definitely didn't look like a spirit, that was for sure... Then, apparently the stranger on the bench caught him staring, because after a moment he was beckoned at, to come over there. Quickly Tristin looks away, heart thumping in his chest. Should he act like he hadn't seen, or should he go over there? Biting his bottom lip, the teenager glances over at the person on the bench, before deciding, and hesitantly gets up, brushing his pants off, and carefully walks over, checking around him, looking from left to right, making sure no one was watching. He could tell that the spirit who'd made him turn around in the first place was trailing behind him, but he pays no attention to it. It didn't take very long for him to reach the bench, before he was standing in front of the bench, and the individual sitting on it. Taking a deep breath, he raises his hand in greeting, though quickly lowers it again. "You...are you human?" The Boy Who Sees 'Them' Basic Information: Name (has two): Tristin Dolor and 痛苦 伤心 Name Translation and Meaning: Tòngkǔ, Shāngxīn/Pain of Sadness Nick names: Shang or Tristy Age: 18 Birthday: October 29th Gender Male Ethinicity: Asian Home Country: Hong Kong, China Current Country: Kyoto, Japan Race: Human Occupation: High School Student and Part time worker at a fast food restaurant Sexuality: Doesn't have a preference at the moment Position: Uke Appearance: Height: 5' 7"/170.18 cm Weight: 132lbs/59.87kg Eyes: His eyes are a greyish brown color, with black eyelashes. They are a narrow almond shape, and slant slightly. Has thin black eyebrows. Hair: Has medium/dark brown hair, that doesn't really need much maintenance. It just naturally looks that way, and even if he brushes it, it always ends up having a slightly disheveled appearance. Skin: A light ivory/olive mixture of skin tone. Body: Quite thin, with very little muscle structure to speak of. However, he is quite fast, and is actually on the track team as a short and long distance runner. Markings/Tattoos/Scars/Etc: He has small scars all over his stomach and abdomen, thighs, and anywhere really that clothes can cover the marks. Clothing: When at school, the uniform, but when at home he wears a plain shirt, jean or any kind of pants, and maybe a light sweater over his top. Sneakers complete the look, and sometimes he wears a hat. Personality: Likes to keep to himself, but that doesn't mean he's shy. He just doesn't work well with people, and others don't get along with him. He has a tendency to bring about bad luck wherever he goes, no matter how hard he tries not to, and no matter the lengths he goes to prevent such things from happening. He's a sweet heart, but he's been through a lot in his life, so on the outside it seems he has a hard shell that covers his true personality, and makes it seem as if he's an asshole, with a cold heart and cares about nobody, but that's not the case. Another reason why people avoid him is because apparently he attracts the supernatural. Full Saying: "Whether it's at school, on the sidewalks in the business districts, at home, wherever, I seem to bring about bad luck anywhere I go. I don't try to be this way, or have such things happen, they just do. And it's gotten to the point where I don't even try anymore. I mean, why bother? My bad luck cost me the most important thing in my life, so what more...could it take from me?" Shortened Saying: "I mean, why bother? This bad luck of mine cost me the most important things in my life. What more could it take from me?" Background/History:REVEALED IC Extras: *Lives alone in an apartment *Is in his 3rd year of high school *Has a job at a fast food place *Is a bad luck magnet Likes: *Being alone *Reading books *Cooking *His job Dislikes: *Being around too many people *His 'bad luck' *Being disliked for something he can't control *Not having friends Abilities/Other: *Can see ghosts and other supernatural beings (and talk to them/interact) *Is an extremely fast runner and is also quite acrobatic *Is on the track team Theme Song(s): Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted December 11, 2015 Author Share Posted December 11, 2015 He was very glad he didn't have to drop many hints for this boy. He must be quite a smart one, however, he felt tempted to show the boy a bit of his ability to completely look like a inhuman hellspawn. He shouldn't be trying to scare him like that yet. The demon leaned back again, laying one of his arms over the back of the bench, his other hand gesturing him to sit down next to him, "You're the only one around here who can see me. I recommend taking a seat... It'll be weird for people to see you standing there, looking at an empty park bench..." That and he felt pretty smooth to have a young, cute looking thing sit beside him all on his own, "By the way, I must say. I didn't expect to meet a human with the ability to see today..." Nor would he think the person with the ability would be a nice score to get in bed. What a cute looking face. Goodness, he wondered how much more prettier he would be with tears streaking his soft cheeks. What he'd do to see that with a leg over his shoulder pounding into him like he always loved to do to nice catches. Wow. How old was this kid anyways... he sure never went for the little ones, but he wanted to get close to this one anyways. The boy probably might want to ask why he has this ability, where he came from, bla bla bla... he had his own questions. He's heard that humans like this are a vector for somebody very important to him. It was just a rumor though... "By the way, would you care for a stick of gum? In exchange, just tell me your name, kid." Kenta grinned, his aura gave off a vibe of mistrust, but he was only simply offering some gum. The energy around him usually wasn't very positive in the first place. He was an entity that fed off of sin for fucks sake. That's why when he stood around people who couldn't see him for too long, they would feel cold and gain a restless anxiety. Just seeing people squirm from his mere presence kind of turned him on too. The way he was now, so mean and plan ole evil, he could never not wonder if he was anything like this before. He got into hell and became a demon somehow. Did he kill somebody? Rape? Steal? All of the above? He hasn't killed anyone as a demon and didn't really see himself doing it either. Kenta was more of the kind of demon to just like making people cringe and feel uncomfortable, not to have people lose their life. That too extreme... He's raped more people than he expected to do, it actually wasn't his fault. Sometimes while having sex, some of his evil essence would slip, making his eyes red or his teeth jagged, which would freak a bitch out for sure. Finally, as for stealing, he did that every day. He didn't need to eat food, but that didn't mean he doesn't enjoy it. That nice piece of cake from earlier for example. Hm. He might want some more sweets after this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~ Posted December 11, 2015 Share Posted December 11, 2015 Shrugging his shoulders, Tristin sat down anyways. It wasn't as if he cared if people saw him talking to an empty spot on a park bench, as that, like everything else, was completely normal to him. Anyways, a lot of the people around the park had at least heard of him, the rumors that fly every which way about how he can see ghosts, and wherever he goes the supernatural follow, like some sort of twisted Pied Piper. So, in his mind, he only sat down because he didn't want to stand at that moment, not because of what people might think or say. He'd long given up that path, trying to please people and make them like him. He was done trying to be like others, if someone wanted to be his friend, awesome. If they didn't like him and wanted him to leave them the hell alone, so be it. He wasn't going to argue, what was the point? Besides, he wasn't there on that planet earth to please anyone but himself. When he did he was surprised to hear the being call him a human who could 'see'. Raising an eyebrow, but otherwise keeping a blank expression, Tristin wondered what that meant. Well, if he thought about it, it probably meant his ability of being able to see spirits and things from the far shore, or other world. Ghosts, demons, youkai, you name it, he could see it. And not only that, if they allowed him, he could talk and interact with them, not that he wanted to for the most part. Only until right now, Tristin dealt pretty much with ghosts. But from what he could tell, now that he was sitting next to this male looking stranger, this one was most definitely not a spirit of any kind. He had more personality, life, a certain...vibe. But as for what that vibe was, Tristin couldn't tell, all he could sense was his own bad luck wrapping around him like a cloak, and floating over him like a gloomy cloud. Speaking of clouds, the ones above them continued to darken, gathering more and more. A confused expression forms on his face when he was offered a piece of gum, in exchange for his name. What was up with this guy? "Um, no thanks, I don't chew gum. As for my name, why do you care what it is? Not that it matters, but I'll tell you anyways. It's Tristin Dolor and Shāngxīn Tòngkǔ. Call me whichever you like, I don't care." He looks away, wondering if getting up and coming over to sit next to this guy had been the wisest choice he could make. Glancing at the stranger from the corner of his eyes, still not able to place his finger on the feeling he was getting about this guy, he noticed that there were next to no people in the park anymore, it was mainly just himself and the guy sitting next to him. Why was that? He looks up at the sky, and right as he does a big fat drop of rain falls on to his cheek, cold and icy, just to be expected from it when it was almost winter. Shivering, he sighs, groaning quietly under his breath. "Just my rotten-" And as he was saying this, it suddenly starts pouring, within seconds he was soaked. It was as if someone had filled a giant tub of ice water from the Arctic, and dumped it on him. "...Luck..." He finishes his sentence, spitting out rain from his mouth. He sighs again, goosebumps forming on his skin, causing the hair on the back of his neck and arms to stand up. It sucked though, because all he was wearing that day was a pair of grey jeans, with a black belt and a silver chain connected between two belt loops, the bottom of the legs rolled up to just beneath his knees, a pair white lace up converse shoes, and a white button up shirt with elbow length sleeves. He hadn't thought to bring a jacket or umbrella, as it had been quite nice when he'd left, and when it had turned cloudy, he didn't want to go back inside to get one. And now, because of that dumb choice, he was getting soaked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted December 11, 2015 Author Share Posted December 11, 2015 He wasn't surprised to have this cute boy be so flat, yet strong about being around him. The kid has been seeing the dead all of his life, Kenta couldn't expect the boy to be anything less of something that so closely resembled the dark clouds above them. It must have sucked to have ghosts ruin his life, but he had a power that not a lot of people in the world had. Whether he wanted it or not, that was the price. What that might do to a human, he could take a wild guess it wasn't fun 99% of the time, it must have been depressing as hell to see dead people all the time, even worse since he knew how some of them were very persistent in their rants and jumbo. Being a supernatural entity that was higher above being a wandering ghost, he was constantly bothered by newbie ghosts who would beg him to bring them back to life as if he could snap his fingers and make it happen. No demon has the kind of power to bring people back to life, Kenta wasn't even sure the king of hell himself could pull it off. With the rain falling now, he didn't stop smiling and he didn't even care that the boy was being drenched in cold rain. It was the human world that contained weather, not the one he was in, so not a drop of water was anywhere on his body. "Rotten luck is right," he chuckled and looked up at the sky, "For you that is. It came so suddenly, but I kind of like the rain. It's nice and refreshing..." Of course he'd say that. He wasn't the one in the rain... he just wanted to joke around. The man then turned his head to Tristin, watching his poor self be drenched from the rain, "But anyways, I wanted to know because we're going to be hanging around more often. Like now," he got up and bend his back to crack it, sighing calmly, "Let's go back to your place to get warm and dry. Hang out... You have video games? I haven't gotten my hands on a controller in some time." The boy didn't have a choice on if he wanted the demon to come over or not actually. Kenta supposed he could add breaking in and entering onto the list of naughty things he did. He often did it when he felt like resting something soft. Just slip into a house and find a couch or a spare bed, a hotel with an empty room. It really wasn't that hard when he can just get through any door easily, though if he was low on energy, the easiest way to crash was just finding someplace he could rest peacefully as a raven. Cats liked to try and get him once in a while, but one can take a guess on how that would end up for the pussy cat when they realize the birdie was actually a creature reborn from the pits of hell. "Or you can let me help you get even warmer," he chuckled, "Causing friction is a specialty of mine." Again. Tristin couldn't actually fight back if he said no anyways... But for this boy, he couldn't mind having to work and make this boy want it all on his own. It'll be nice having that starched face twist with desire and need for him to be touched. Yeah. He liked to think he had good self control, so he can wait. It could be just as fun as messing around and teasing the boy. Tristin didn't look like he had many friends anyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~ Posted December 12, 2015 Share Posted December 12, 2015 The rain just kept on pouring, not slowing down in the least, in fact, it seemed to get heavier by the second. It didn't take long for Tristin to become freezing to the bone, his entire form shivering from how cold he was. Teeth chattering, he listened as the stranger spoke, saying how they enjoyed the rain, but if he could look closely, from what he could see, they weren't even getting wet in the least. Lucky them...an irritated sigh escapes from between his lips as he stands up, attempting to shake his dripping bangs from his face without touching them, as his arms were now holding tightly to himself, trying to keep what little warmth he had left from escaping. But try as he might, they would just fall back down in his eyes, tips curling slightly from being drenched. When the comment came from the unidentified person standing next to him that they would be spending a lot more time together, Tristin doesn't question them as to what they meant. If he was right in guessing that this person was not human, what would be the point in arguing and telling them no? There was none, that was the answer. So, Tristin just shrugs, and turns around, and begins the twenty minute or so trek from the park to the apartment complex in which he lived. It wasn't much of a place, rather worn down and unkempt, but it was home for Tristin, and it wasn't expensive. And because of that, he lived there. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay anywhere, as he lived on his own, due to a tragedy that happened in his past. He doesn't look back or make sure that the stranger was following or not, instead he focuses on hurrying back home, before it got any worse, if it could that was. His mind was busy going over the small chit chat that the person had aimed in his direction, from the question about if he had any video games, to if he wanted to let them help him get even warmer. Something about friction? Not that it mattered, he left the questions alone, not bothering to answer them, keeping quiet. As they neared the apartments he called home, the scenery around them changed, from quite nice to worn down and rugged. It was obvious they were in the older area where things were thought less off, and forgotten about eventually. Which, for Tristin, meant less people to bother him, and more quiet so he could be alone and at peace. Well, enough peace to actually be able to think. His hands were now shoved in his pockets, his shoes filled with water, so that every step he took was uncomfortable, as the liquid sloshed around inside, making his socks feel funny on his skin. After a while, they reach the apartment, and they go up a set of stairs to the second floor balcony, standing in front of a worn down door with the number 13 on the plaque that was nailed to the front of it. Pulling out a set of keys, he attempts to unlock the door, but his fingers fumble, and he drops them. Going to pick them up, his foot moves, kicking the keys across the cement and over the edge, to the ground below. "Darn it..." He mumbles to his himself, going back down the steps, but when he goes to pick them up again, he accidentally cuts his finger on a piece of broken glass, making him drop the keys once more...straight down a storm drain that was set by a rain gutter for the apartment. His shoulders slump as he groans, a hand coming up to cover his face. Just his bad luck. Again. Trudging back up the steps, he could only imagine the lecture he was going to get from the landlady who ran this place. Because this would be the tenth time he'd lost the key to his door. It was a good thing he always thought ahead and had a spare, but he'd hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Returning to the front door, he reaches beneath the mat that was in front of the door, and pulls out the key, this time keeping a firm grip on it, and unlocks the door, opening it. He steps inside, ignoring the blood that was dripping down his hand, and goes straight over to the drawer that held his clothes, pulling out clean, dry ones. After grabbing those needed items, he puts on a kettle of water on the stove to boil. It was a small apartment, with only a single room, and a tiny side room that was the bathroom. It was his living room, bedroom, kitchen, and dining room all combined, but to him that was all that he needed. Only when he goes over to the bathroom, does he pause and look back at the stranger. "It's not much, but I have an old Play Station you can use, or if you'd rather play something else, there's my computer, and a D.S. Play whatever you want, I don't care." With that, he closes the door, focusing on drying off and getting in to warm clothes. Despite the lack in systems, Tristin had quite the collection of games. Two whole medium size book cases were nearly filled, the top shelf and a third small bookcase holding different books, manga, novels, documentaries. And, even though he had only a Play Station and normal D.S., he also had games for other consoles, like PS2, 3, 4, and Vita, XBox360, and 3DS. In the bathroom, he made sure to lock the door, though he was pretty sure that wouldn't do any good. Taking off his wet clothing, he hangs them over the shower/bath curtain to dry. Picking up a towel, he dries his body, and lastly his hair, before putting the clean clothes on, which consisted of a pair of grey sweatpants that had elastic around the ankle and tied at the waist with a darker grey string, a rather large long sleeved black shirt that sort of hung on him and reached to his mid thigh, and a pair of white socks. After combing his hair, and finally placing a band aid on the cut on his hand, he opens the door again, once again not really paying attention to anything, and going over to the pot of water that was already starting to boil. Pulling out two cups from the cupboard, he proceeds to make some green tea, incidentally burning himself on the water, which he curses at, before putting a wet paper towel on it, continuing, and when all finished he picks both cups up on a tray, and offers the visitor one, before sitting on the small, worn down corner couch that was set across from his bed, letting the warmth of the cup seep through him, before taking a sip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted December 14, 2015 Author Share Posted December 14, 2015 The place he was expecting wasn't far off. What would anyone expect from a kid who's living on their own? What he found interesting was the streak of unfortunate events he saw plaguing the boy so far. Rain, cutting his finger, losing the key and then burning himself? He has the best luck he's ever seen in one single, young human being... Going up the stairs, he found it laughable that the number of his living space was 13. Even that was an unlucky number in itself. Seeing the dead couldn't possibly make all of these happen, it made Kenta think that being able to see was just another way he was unlucky. It would be quite the change to be able to watch the boy stumble on his own bad luck instead of being the one to cause the events for a change. While Tristin was in the washroom, he looked around at what the kid had. Why exactly did he have the games for other game stations yet only have a mere regular Playstation and a pathetic DS? Kenta groaned, because if he was planning on staying here, this wouldn't due for him. This was going to be where he stayed, it needed to have something fun in it besides those two and the option of having sex with the kid. He wouldn't mind stealing those things. It wasn't hard to do whatsoever, it could even be something like a gift for Tristin for being cooperative. Because really. Only a kid who as seen the dead would have the tolerance to allow a demon into their home and offer him tea. "Why thank you," he chuckled, drinking up the cheap green tea, "So kind of you." Kenta had still been standing, silently judging the boy's bland living space and when the human sat down on the couch, the demon set the tea he downed on the nearest flat surface, "Mm," the black haired man sat on the arm rest of the couch and leaned towards Tristin, rubbing his shoulder tenderly, "You say you don't care a lot. Don't be so boring and depressing. I bet you don't have friends, do you? What if me and all the ghosties are just figments of your boring imagination...And you only imagined a handsome devil because you have nobody to spend time with? Haha!" Kenta pat the boy's back hard, "Wouldn't that be something? I'm sure you must have thought about that. I bet..." Getting off the side of the couch and sitting righty-tighty next to the younger male, he put an arm over his shoulder, "I don't care about that either. What I want to really know is you seen Lady Death before. I don't need to describe her because if you did see her, you'd pretty much know." Lady Death. A beautiful women, but very much dead. With the skull of a bull as her crown, he controls the deaths and is responsible for eating souls of the living and bringing them into this world in the first place... Now. Everyone dies and no matter who it is, the souls go to her even if she is around or not. The whole issue was that she could be anywhere. But she might be able to tell Kenta how he died... He wanted to know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~ Posted December 17, 2015 Share Posted December 17, 2015 Not even looking to the individual who had sat down next to him, Tristin shudders to himself when his shoulder was rubbed, his reaction not visible for this other being to see. Even so, he does not move, instead, he endures it, listening to what they had to say. Raising an eyebrow, only then does he look over at the other. "I say that a lot because I don't. Why should I? As for you and every other spirit being a figment of my own imagination because of my loneliness...yeah, I'll admit I've thought that. But sadly that's not the case. Because you're right. I don't have friends. None. It's because I'm boring and depressing..." He grits his teeth as the other moves, this time sitting right next to him, an arm now resting around his shoulder. Like he'd guessed before, this guy was no ordinary spirit, he had too much personality, charisma, and energy for that...so what would that make him? A youkai? No, that wasn't quite right. That seemed a bit off for this guy, as youkai don't willingly just start chatting it up with humans. Their entire goal was to cause fright in the heart of humans, scaring them and doing other things like that. This individual...didn't seem to have that mindset at all. His thoughts were distracted once more when the other began speaking again, this time asking if he'd seen a woman named Lady Death. Just hearing that name caused a spark to flare up in his eyes, and he looks away, an expression of shock on his face, but it was quickly replaced by the same, boring, none caring attitude like before. Yes, indeed, he'd seen her. He saw her when she came to take his parents souls when they'd died...he had been eight years old at that time, they had been out for dinner when they had arrived back to their home, to find it ruined and in shambles. However, the thief had not left, and ended up killing both his parents, right there in front of him, but he, Tristin, survived. Then, and only then, did his luck become extremely good, and out of nowhere something appeared, making the man leave, before fading away, so it was just him, and his parents bodies, laying in a pool of blood. Then SHE came...and right before his eyes, she'd taken them away, so that there was absolutely nothing left. This all flashed before his eyes, but he showed nothing on his face. Looking over at the other, he simply shrugs. "I don't know...maybe I have, maybe I haven't. What's it to you?" He glances at the clock hanging on the wall, and sighs. "Anyways, I don't have a lot of time to hang around. I gotta get ready for work. So, if you'll excuse me." He stands up, brushing aside the arm that had been on his shoulders, and picks up his outfit that was hanging on the back of one of the wooden chairs by the small table. It consisted of a pair of black pants, and a red collared shirt. However, he doesn't put them on, instead places them in a drawstring bag, so that he could change when he got to work, because he didn't want to get it wet. Going over to the kitchen area, he opens the fridge, and pulls out a few things, before putting together a simple dinner, consisting of a sandwich, an apple, and a bottled water, puts that in a plastic bag, then puts it in the same bag as his clothes. "So, I guess you'll be staying here then. I don't really care either way. It doesn't matter to me." Pulling on a jacket, he picks up the extra key, slips it on chain around his neck, and then shoulders his bag. "I gotta go..." He sighs, and exits, grabbing his umbrella by the door, and leave the apartment. First thing he does is slip on the wet stairs, and falls down them, landing hard on the ground, getting mud splattered all over him. He was quite glad he'd chosen to not change. Getting up once more, he goes over to a bike rack, unlocks his bike, and gets on, riding away quickly, trying to ignore the things going on his mind, as to why this was happening. Just who was that guy he'd left in his room? Shaking his head, he focuses on getting to work in one single piece. (His work uniform) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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