Ōji 'Prince' Bureizu
Biography & Information Sheet
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Biography & Information Sheet
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Physical Profile
Name:
Ōji
Surname:
Bureizu
Nickname:
Prince
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Height:
5'10 (177,8 cm)
Weight:
155 lbs (70,3 kg)
Build:
Ōji has near-perfect feminine curves, an hourglass shape, and a well-toned, muscular build.
Skin:
Ōji 's smooth skin is light to medium with a warm, peachy-beige color.
Eyes:
He'd have thick, long eyelashes that bring out his feminine features, with brownish eyes that have a slight red tint, his irises would remind someone of a cat's.
Hair:
His hair is long and medium brown with warm tones that make it stand out. It's a little messy, with thick, layered strands that give it volume. It has a soft, wind-blown look.
Voice:
Ōji's voice is a bit rough and scratchy, with an energetic sound. It’s not too deep or too high, but it has a raw, unpolished feel that makes it stand out.
Note - A voice reference is hard to find, so I needed to describe it-!
Languages:
Japanese: Native Language
Belongings
Clothings:
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Horns Headband "...":
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Toy Scythe "Prince":
The toy scythe, which looks very real, used to belong to the Children of Ameno.
Ōji took it for himself when he left the cult. It was once just a prop, but now it's in Ōji’s hands.
Backstory
Chapter 1:
Misstep
Chapter 1:
Misstep
Ōji was born in the Bay Area of Osaka into a rich family. He had two older sisters: Ayako, who was two years older, and Emica, who was three years older. His dad, Minoru Bureizu, worked hard and managed the family’s money. His mom, Jun Bureizu, who took Minoru’s last name after they got married, focused on raising the kids, cooking, and taking care of the house. Ōji’s childhood was happy and normal, as you’d expect for a boy growing up in a loving and wealthy family. When his dad had time, he taught Ōji how to fight. These lessons weren’t always easy, as Minoru believed in making his son tough and capable. At home, Jun taught her daughters how to cook and handle chores around the house. Sometimes, Ōji joined these lessons too when he wasn’t busy with his dad.
One evening, during the New Year’s Festival, Ōji’s mom sent him and his oldest sister, Emica, to pick up some groceries so she could finish making dinner. Minoru was too busy talking to the guests who were arriving, so it became Ōji and Emica’s job. The six-year-old happily walked next to Emica through the crowded streets. The festival was loud and colorful, with lanterns hanging in the air and music playing all around. While they were out, something caught Ōji’s eye. He saw a strange-looking woman leading some men into an alley. She looked serious, and they carried what looked like props or decorations. Curious, Ōji thought they might be performers getting ready for a surprise show at the festival. Without thinking, he decided to follow them. Emica, distracted by a street performance and the crowd pushing around her, didn’t notice Ōji wandering off at first. When she realized he was gone, she panicked and started calling for him. But the crowd was so noisy and packed that she couldn’t see him anywhere. Meanwhile, Ōji had followed a group into a dark alley. The woman and her friends noticed him and thought he might be lost or had run away from home, so they approached him. Seeing the fear in his eyes, they assumed he was upset about being separated from his parents. Wanting to "help," they decided to take him along with them. What Ōji didn’t realize was that these people were part of the Children of Ameno, a secretive cult based in Osaka. Their hideout was in an old, abandoned building not far from the festival. They were skilled at finding kids who looked alone in crowded places. To them, Ōji seemed like the perfect target. The cult had honed this method over the years, using festivals and busy events as their hunting grounds. They knew that in the chaos, a missing child wouldn’t be noticed right away, giving them the chance to lure their target away.
Even though Ōji felt scared, they deceived him with kind words and promises to help him find his family. They took him to their hideout, where the dim lighting, soft voices, and the scent of incense created an atmosphere that was both eerie and oddly comforting. As time passed, the cult gradually convinced him that he was special and chosen for a greater purpose, leaving him confused about what was real. Meanwhile, Emica returned home in tears, terrified that something terrible had happened. Her parents quickly began searching for Ōji, calling the police and shouting his name in the streets. However, the cult was skilled at hiding, using abandoned places and secret rooms in their hideout, making it hard for the police to find them.
One evening, during the New Year’s Festival, Ōji’s mom sent him and his oldest sister, Emica, to pick up some groceries so she could finish making dinner. Minoru was too busy talking to the guests who were arriving, so it became Ōji and Emica’s job. The six-year-old happily walked next to Emica through the crowded streets. The festival was loud and colorful, with lanterns hanging in the air and music playing all around. While they were out, something caught Ōji’s eye. He saw a strange-looking woman leading some men into an alley. She looked serious, and they carried what looked like props or decorations. Curious, Ōji thought they might be performers getting ready for a surprise show at the festival. Without thinking, he decided to follow them. Emica, distracted by a street performance and the crowd pushing around her, didn’t notice Ōji wandering off at first. When she realized he was gone, she panicked and started calling for him. But the crowd was so noisy and packed that she couldn’t see him anywhere. Meanwhile, Ōji had followed a group into a dark alley. The woman and her friends noticed him and thought he might be lost or had run away from home, so they approached him. Seeing the fear in his eyes, they assumed he was upset about being separated from his parents. Wanting to "help," they decided to take him along with them. What Ōji didn’t realize was that these people were part of the Children of Ameno, a secretive cult based in Osaka. Their hideout was in an old, abandoned building not far from the festival. They were skilled at finding kids who looked alone in crowded places. To them, Ōji seemed like the perfect target. The cult had honed this method over the years, using festivals and busy events as their hunting grounds. They knew that in the chaos, a missing child wouldn’t be noticed right away, giving them the chance to lure their target away.
Even though Ōji felt scared, they deceived him with kind words and promises to help him find his family. They took him to their hideout, where the dim lighting, soft voices, and the scent of incense created an atmosphere that was both eerie and oddly comforting. As time passed, the cult gradually convinced him that he was special and chosen for a greater purpose, leaving him confused about what was real. Meanwhile, Emica returned home in tears, terrified that something terrible had happened. Her parents quickly began searching for Ōji, calling the police and shouting his name in the streets. However, the cult was skilled at hiding, using abandoned places and secret rooms in their hideout, making it hard for the police to find them.
Chapter 2:
Ameno
Weeks passed, and the days started to blur together, filled with the gentle sounds of chants, the glow of flickering candles, and the unusual, sweet scent of incense. Ōji was gradually getting accustomed to life in the cult, even though a sense of unease lingered within him. The Children of Ameno treated him with kindness, showering him with compliments and small presents. These moments of affection began to fill the void left by his missing family, altering his perspective. They began calling him "Prince," claiming it was a fitting title for someone as extraordinary as him. His real name faded away, and the nickname started to resonate with him. Being referred to as "Prince" made him feel significant, as if he was destined for something remarkable.
The cult had a strategy. They surrounded him with beautiful items like little toys, shiny stones, and vibrant decorations. Whenever he accepted one, they praised him, making him feel a sense of pride. Gradually, Ōji started to believe that possessing these things made him unique. Each time he complied with their wishes, they rewarded him, and he began to crave that feeling of recognition. One day, they gifted him an ornate mirror with a golden frame adorned with intricate designs. Ōji found himself captivated by it, tracing the patterns with his fingers and gazing at his reflection. The cult told him the mirror reflected his specialness and the greatness that awaited him. Although a part of him still questioned their claims, he clung to their words. Initially, he probed about his family and when he could go back, but each inquiry was met with comforting reassurances or another gift, slowly eroding his resistance. He enjoyed the sense of importance the mirror gave him. The rituals became a significant part of his everyday routine. Initially, they involved simple actions like lighting candles or arranging items in tidy formations. These activities brought him a sense of calm and focus. The unusual chants, which had seemed puzzling at first, gradually became familiar. He found himself humming along without even realizing it. The cult praised his quick learning, and their encouraging words filled him with warmth, even though he sensed something was amiss. However, the ceremonies had a different vibe. They were darker, with candles casting eerie shadows on the walls that appeared to move as if they were alive. The cult spoke of these shadows, claiming they held deep meaning and power. They shared tales about balance, chaos, and how "Prince" was part of a larger scheme. He didn’t grasp everything, but the way they regarded him, as if he held significance, made him feel both proud and anxious. They began to assign him more duties, asking him to lead smaller rituals with the other kids. Ōji felt honored by their trust, even though it was overwhelming. He wanted to show them he was worthy of their faith. Sometimes, when he hesitated or didn’t follow instructions, they would take away rewards or give him extra tasks, their warmth replaced by a chilling silence. These moments made him yearn for their approval even more, driving him to comply. Each time he succeeded, they rewarded him with small gifts, like a wooden toy, a plate of treats, or kind words that lingered in his mind. After the ceremonies wrapped up and he found himself alone in his room, everything felt different. The mirror, which used to hold a special significance, now made him feel uneasy. He gazed at his reflection, searching for answers that just weren't there. The once beautiful golden frame lost its charm, and the boy staring back looked uncertain and ordinary.
The cult had a strategy. They surrounded him with beautiful items like little toys, shiny stones, and vibrant decorations. Whenever he accepted one, they praised him, making him feel a sense of pride. Gradually, Ōji started to believe that possessing these things made him unique. Each time he complied with their wishes, they rewarded him, and he began to crave that feeling of recognition. One day, they gifted him an ornate mirror with a golden frame adorned with intricate designs. Ōji found himself captivated by it, tracing the patterns with his fingers and gazing at his reflection. The cult told him the mirror reflected his specialness and the greatness that awaited him. Although a part of him still questioned their claims, he clung to their words. Initially, he probed about his family and when he could go back, but each inquiry was met with comforting reassurances or another gift, slowly eroding his resistance. He enjoyed the sense of importance the mirror gave him. The rituals became a significant part of his everyday routine. Initially, they involved simple actions like lighting candles or arranging items in tidy formations. These activities brought him a sense of calm and focus. The unusual chants, which had seemed puzzling at first, gradually became familiar. He found himself humming along without even realizing it. The cult praised his quick learning, and their encouraging words filled him with warmth, even though he sensed something was amiss. However, the ceremonies had a different vibe. They were darker, with candles casting eerie shadows on the walls that appeared to move as if they were alive. The cult spoke of these shadows, claiming they held deep meaning and power. They shared tales about balance, chaos, and how "Prince" was part of a larger scheme. He didn’t grasp everything, but the way they regarded him, as if he held significance, made him feel both proud and anxious. They began to assign him more duties, asking him to lead smaller rituals with the other kids. Ōji felt honored by their trust, even though it was overwhelming. He wanted to show them he was worthy of their faith. Sometimes, when he hesitated or didn’t follow instructions, they would take away rewards or give him extra tasks, their warmth replaced by a chilling silence. These moments made him yearn for their approval even more, driving him to comply. Each time he succeeded, they rewarded him with small gifts, like a wooden toy, a plate of treats, or kind words that lingered in his mind. After the ceremonies wrapped up and he found himself alone in his room, everything felt different. The mirror, which used to hold a special significance, now made him feel uneasy. He gazed at his reflection, searching for answers that just weren't there. The once beautiful golden frame lost its charm, and the boy staring back looked uncertain and ordinary.
The words of the cult echoed in his mind repeatedly. They claimed he was chosen, destined for something far greater than the life he had left behind. Yet, despite his efforts to accept this, memories of his previous life invaded his thoughts. He remembered his mother’s warm laughter, his father’s steady guidance, and the playful teasing from his sisters. The pain in his heart intensified, but he buried it deep, choosing instead to focus on the cult’s flattery and rewards. He began to prioritize the gifts and compliments over everything else. Whenever he brought up his family, the cult members would deftly change the subject, reminding him how much better life was within their ranks. They would say things like, “Your old life is gone, but here, you are valued,” gradually pulling him away from his past. Greed and vanity became his armor, shielding him from the sorrow of missing his family. Unbeknownst to him, the cult was transforming him into someone new, someone he struggled to recognize. Over the years, greed and vanity, which had started as a protective barrier, slowly became ingrained in Ōji’s true character, molding him into a person he never intended to become.
Chapter 3:
Eavesdrop
Eavesdrop
At 16, Ōji had already spent more than eight years with the Children of Ameno, climbing the ranks steadily. Throughout this time, he began to notice subtle shifts in their teachings. What used to focus on symbols and chants had transformed into an emphasis on discipline, loyalty, and mental strength. He never questioned these changes until now. With his rise in status came more responsibilities and privileges, and he had become quite knowledgeable about the cult’s practices and beliefs.
One night, as he strolled past the main hall, he caught a conversation among the cult’s top leaders. Concealed in the shadows, he listened intently as they talked about their past failures in trying to summon a demon named Ameno through witchcraft. They confessed that these unsuccessful rituals had led them to a new approach: psychological manipulation. They argued that summoning Ameno required not only precise rituals but also mental resilience. By reshaping the minds of the young, they believed they were crafting individuals strong enough to handle the demon’s power. It became clear that the children they had taken in were not merely cult members but subjects of a long-term psychological experiment. While these experiments weren’t lethal, they aimed to alter minds and identities over time.
Afterward, he returned to his room, not wanting to risk being discovered. The conversation replayed in his mind. The realization of their manipulation didn’t break him. A flicker of doubt crossed his thoughts, had everything he believed been carefully constructed? Yet, he pushed it aside, convincing himself that their manipulation had only honed his mind, making him more formidable than they ever intended. Instead, it fueled his belief that he had transcended their control, that he was becoming or had already become the ideal human being.
One night, as he strolled past the main hall, he caught a conversation among the cult’s top leaders. Concealed in the shadows, he listened intently as they talked about their past failures in trying to summon a demon named Ameno through witchcraft. They confessed that these unsuccessful rituals had led them to a new approach: psychological manipulation. They argued that summoning Ameno required not only precise rituals but also mental resilience. By reshaping the minds of the young, they believed they were crafting individuals strong enough to handle the demon’s power. It became clear that the children they had taken in were not merely cult members but subjects of a long-term psychological experiment. While these experiments weren’t lethal, they aimed to alter minds and identities over time.
Afterward, he returned to his room, not wanting to risk being discovered. The conversation replayed in his mind. The realization of their manipulation didn’t break him. A flicker of doubt crossed his thoughts, had everything he believed been carefully constructed? Yet, he pushed it aside, convincing himself that their manipulation had only honed his mind, making him more formidable than they ever intended. Instead, it fueled his belief that he had transcended their control, that he was becoming or had already become the ideal human being.
Chapter 4:
Shift
After spending a few days reflecting on the conversation Ōji had overheard while eavesdropping, his perspective began to change. When he looked in the mirror, he noticed something unsettling; he no longer recognized himself. The confident and powerful person he had been just days ago now felt like a stranger. He had always been known as the cult’s "Prince," their chosen one, but now he was filled with uncertainty. The words he had heard echoed in his mind, along with the doubts expressed by the cult’s leaders, making him wonder if they had ever genuinely cared for him or just for the image he represented. Were the promises they made real, or was it all just a form of manipulation? A moment of doubt flickered within him, but he quickly pushed it aside. Being called "Prince" had once felt like a privilege, but recently, it had become overwhelming. Initially, the title was something to be proud of, but now it served as a constant reminder of how little he had defined himself beyond their expectations. For the past ten years, the higher-ups had labeled him "Prince" because they believed he was special. However, the more he thought about it, the more empty it felt. The rituals, the admiration, the ceremonies had transformed into burdens rather than enjoyable experiences. The people who used to celebrate him now felt like strangers, like actors in a play he no longer wished to be part of, performing roles that no longer held any significance for him. The rewards that once excited him had lost their appeal. What he had once seen as a path to greatness now felt like a trap. As he pondered this, Ōji came to a realization: he didn’t need their validation, their titles, or their ceremonies. He felt the heavy burden of years of manipulation begin to lift, and for the first time, he questioned whether any of the beliefs he had been taught had ever truly been his own.
His behavior started to change gradually. The defiance he had recently embraced was sharp and intense, cutting through the carefully crafted image he had maintained and exposing the turmoil underneath. He wasn’t just testing limits; he was completely breaking them. Ōji sought acknowledgment in ways he had never attempted before. Waiting for others to recognize him was no longer sufficient; he craved to see their expressions contort in fear, to sense their anxiety when they understood that he no longer sought their validation. He lashed out at higher-ranking cult members, insisting they recognize his dominance. "Don’t forget who’s in charge now," he would say with a sly grin, leaving them speechless. He stopped waiting for permission; he seized it. When the leaders didn’t comply with his demands, he acted on his impulses, disregarding their positions. He barged into meetings, interrupting their conversations with bold, casual remarks. "Why bother with your silly ceremony? I’m already above all of this," he’d sneer, dismissing the plans they had prepared for him. The cult members were left in a state of confusion, unsure whether to be alarmed or amused by his boldness. His aggression wasn’t random, but it was often erratic. With each outburst, Ōji began to lose touch with who he once was; his actions became more instinctual than thought-out, making it increasingly difficult for him to remember how he had arrived at this moment. When someone dared to question his authority, he reacted without a second thought. Ōji's transformation unfolded over the next few months. As he became more daring on the outside, his mind started to fracture. When the mask imposed by the cult slipped away, he found himself lost, unable to recognize the boy beneath. After a lot of thinking and searching within himself, he eventually reached a point where the changes settled, and he embraced his new identity. At seventeen, he made the choice to leave the cult. The years spent under their control had finally taken their toll, but this decision wasn’t just a relief; it was a painful choice that felt like both liberation and a deep sense of loss, as if he was cutting the last tie to a past he never truly wanted. That life held no significance for him anymore; he had moved on. The name "Ameno" no longer mattered; it was a chapter he had closed, he now was his own prince.
One late night, Ōji collected the clothes and accessories that meant the most to him. His fingers brushed against the fabric of his favorite outfits, each one a quiet reminder of his past life, and each piece felt like the last link to a world he was about to leave behind. The place he had lived was always chilly, and over time, he had grown used to it. Now, he found he could move easily, even in winter, with just a few layers to keep warm. Silently, Ōji slipped out of the cult's hideout, leaving only his footprints in the snow. With each step into the frigid night, he felt the remnants of his old self fade away, leaving him with nothing but his raw thoughts and the haunting stillness of the snow-covered streets. He chose the cold winter night for his escape. Along the way, he set off several fireworks and ignited some of the cult's stored fire supplies. The chaos he created ultimately led to the cult's discovery by the police. After a lengthy chase, the authorities finally dismantled Ameno for good.
His behavior started to change gradually. The defiance he had recently embraced was sharp and intense, cutting through the carefully crafted image he had maintained and exposing the turmoil underneath. He wasn’t just testing limits; he was completely breaking them. Ōji sought acknowledgment in ways he had never attempted before. Waiting for others to recognize him was no longer sufficient; he craved to see their expressions contort in fear, to sense their anxiety when they understood that he no longer sought their validation. He lashed out at higher-ranking cult members, insisting they recognize his dominance. "Don’t forget who’s in charge now," he would say with a sly grin, leaving them speechless. He stopped waiting for permission; he seized it. When the leaders didn’t comply with his demands, he acted on his impulses, disregarding their positions. He barged into meetings, interrupting their conversations with bold, casual remarks. "Why bother with your silly ceremony? I’m already above all of this," he’d sneer, dismissing the plans they had prepared for him. The cult members were left in a state of confusion, unsure whether to be alarmed or amused by his boldness. His aggression wasn’t random, but it was often erratic. With each outburst, Ōji began to lose touch with who he once was; his actions became more instinctual than thought-out, making it increasingly difficult for him to remember how he had arrived at this moment. When someone dared to question his authority, he reacted without a second thought. Ōji's transformation unfolded over the next few months. As he became more daring on the outside, his mind started to fracture. When the mask imposed by the cult slipped away, he found himself lost, unable to recognize the boy beneath. After a lot of thinking and searching within himself, he eventually reached a point where the changes settled, and he embraced his new identity. At seventeen, he made the choice to leave the cult. The years spent under their control had finally taken their toll, but this decision wasn’t just a relief; it was a painful choice that felt like both liberation and a deep sense of loss, as if he was cutting the last tie to a past he never truly wanted. That life held no significance for him anymore; he had moved on. The name "Ameno" no longer mattered; it was a chapter he had closed, he now was his own prince.
One late night, Ōji collected the clothes and accessories that meant the most to him. His fingers brushed against the fabric of his favorite outfits, each one a quiet reminder of his past life, and each piece felt like the last link to a world he was about to leave behind. The place he had lived was always chilly, and over time, he had grown used to it. Now, he found he could move easily, even in winter, with just a few layers to keep warm. Silently, Ōji slipped out of the cult's hideout, leaving only his footprints in the snow. With each step into the frigid night, he felt the remnants of his old self fade away, leaving him with nothing but his raw thoughts and the haunting stillness of the snow-covered streets. He chose the cold winter night for his escape. Along the way, he set off several fireworks and ignited some of the cult's stored fire supplies. The chaos he created ultimately led to the cult's discovery by the police. After a lengthy chase, the authorities finally dismantled Ameno for good.
Chapter 5:
Karakura
Karakura
Ōji spent endless days and nights wandering the snowy streets of Osaka, aimlessly drifting through the city without any real goal. To survive, he often resorted to stealing food and drinks when he could, but he didn’t think much about the act itself. Some days, he managed to find leftovers in dumpsters, picking up what others had thrown away. Other times, he depended on the kindness of strangers passing by, though that didn’t happen very often. It was just a way for him to get by. The idea of going back to his family never entered his mind. He hadn’t seen them since he was six, and their faces had faded into vague memories. Time had worn away any emotional ties he once felt. Their voices and warmth seemed like pieces of a far-off dream, leaving him with little motivation to find them. His sense of self was no longer linked to them but to the life he was living now.
One night, while trying to escape the biting cold, Ōji stumbled upon some old newspapers hanging in a poorly lit alley. He used them as a makeshift blanket, wrapping himself up for warmth. As he lay there, the headlines caught his attention. The city appeared to be a mix of chances and risks. Still, something about it felt right to him, so he decided to find a way to earn money for a flight to Karakura. While in Osaka, Ōji started to ask for money, but he didn’t think of it as begging. He was straightforward, asking just once and without any apologies. Some people ignored him, put off by his tough appearance, while others yelled at him for being so forward. Now and then, a few generous individuals would give him coins or food, but even they seemed a bit uncomfortable. After weeks of determination, he finally managed to save enough for a flight. He had to ask everyone he encountered, using a directness that made many uneasy. Sometimes he would quietly say thank you, but other times he would just move on without acknowledging whether he got anything. Little by little, the coins and food he collected added up. Having never flown before, he was confused by the metal detectors and scanners. When they told him to take off his shoes, he hesitated, not understanding why they needed to check his things. The whole process felt like a different world to him, but he followed the rules, unsure of what might happen. He went through each checkpoint, unfamiliar with the technology and the steps involved. Since he had never owned a phone or any modern gadget, Ōji really stood out. He didn’t know how they worked and didn’t care to find out.
When he arrived on the island of Karakura exactly when turning eighteen, everything seemed new and different. He decided to take an Uber from the airport, a service he had just learned about during his trip. Spotting the word "Uber" on various signs, he went to a booth to find out how to reach the town. The attendant explained how the ride-sharing service worked and recommended it as the quickest way to get there. Although Ōji was hesitant, the thought of navigating public transport felt too overwhelming. Even though the ride was unfamiliar, he adjusted quickly. Settling into life in Karakura, he was determined to start fresh. The city felt strange yet full of opportunities. The snow-covered streets were peaceful, much less cramped than the busy alleys of Osaka. Here, people passed by without giving him a second glance, providing a sense of anonymity he hadn’t experienced in years. Everything; the snow, the streets, the people, it was different from Osaka, but he embraced the change. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was in control of his future.
I hope you have enjoyed the little information sheet about Ōji 'Prince' Bureizu, my OC, thank you for reading!
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