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[1] – The younger of the two : Ikigurushi Ai – Suffocating love.
Ikigurushi, An elegant woman standing at 6’5FT. A lady of few, yet meaningful words. She treaded along the world chasing amusement. Ikigurushi held a rather slim and less than curvy build, due to the amount of movement she does being unproportionate to how much she eats.
Her hair was healthy, well taken care of. With a length reaching to the backs of her upper-thighs.
Her eyes held a soft air of mystery in them. They took on the infamous siren-shape. Black think eyeliner giving them the hooded look of a feline’s eye. Her [R]-eye was a deep hazel colour, akin to the earth. Her [L]-eye was dark-brown, or often mistaken for black. Ikigurushi’s face held an overall circular shape that felt just a little too uncanny. Around her eyes scattered several star and sparkle tattoos.
Thin lips and a small nose. Often times, her makeup consisted of said eyeliner, black glittery eyeshadow, mascara and black lipstick for her upper-lip, her lower lip painted in blood-red lipstick. She did not hide the two scars intersecting on the [L]-side of her face, one horizontally across her nose and the other vertically from her [L]- eye to her jaw. Whenever she smiled, her teeth were perfectly aligned. Notably, she had four sharpened teeth, which looked much closer to fangs. Two up, two down.
She spoke in a soft, hypnotic voice. Carrying no accent. Her voice lacked any notable emotion, often sticking and matching with her blank and stale expression she held most if not all of the time. Her smiles were unsettling, much more so when her eyes lit up with mischief. While she might appear calm (?) or god forbid, SANE- her eyes held an intense glare to them. Sometihng that felt like a thousand eyes staring intently at you. Her presence was suffocating, Choking you in. Her skin was cold, freezing even- pale in it’s complexion. Notably, her palms held a number of scars all over them.
[2] – The older of the two : Zankokaku Ai – Cruel love.
> - Gore / body disfiguration TW
Zankokaku, also known as Zank-Ai. A male who stood at 6’3FT. A man reveling in chaos and destruction. He found his own delight in the misery of others, or perhaps his own even. He held a very skeletal yet creepily flexible build. He carried himself with an exaggerated motion, waving his arms about and jumping around, with no care for others.
His eyes were always open just a little too wide. The nature of them having droopy eyelids yet never relenting from that menacing energy. Heavy eyebags tugged at his eyes, unconcealed. His [L]-eye was a striking blue that was entirely too bright against his pale-complexion. His [R]-eye was deep-brown, often mistaken for black. His face held a square-shape, his jawline prominent yet always hidden by his hair curving around his face. He had a nose bridge piercing alongside a nose-piercing. His left-brow was also pierced.
Thin lips- however, from the edges of his mouth stretched a wicked scar that reached all the way to his cheek-bone curving up to a haunting smile. The old wound seemed to have cut through the flesh connecting his jaw and skull together, leaving what seemed to be bits of connected tissues that managed to heal and a hell-lot of stitches. On the [L]-side of his mouth, a piercing was there. This one however connected the edge of his upper and bottom lips together. Causing his words to accidently slur. He carried a discarded doll like appearance, nightmare fuel that entertained itself with your specific dismay.
He spoke in a moderate voice, hoarse. His ears were also pierced. All his piercings carried a verity of icons, all revolving around skulls, stars, plants, death and life. Zank-Ai’s hair was much more messier than his twin sisters’. Unruly and damaged at the ends. Strangely, he still had well-maintained hygiene .. His hair was also freakishly long, dragging on the floor. Undoubtedly why the ends of his hair were damaged.
Unlike his sister, he did not hide anything. Everything he is was on display. An unhinged maniac who craved nothing but his own selfish pleasure. His voice often cracked at random, varying in it’s intensity – his emotions were all over the place. However, despite this unruly display .. nothing missed his notice.
[3] The lonely child : Hoshizuku ‘SOL’ Hoshino – Fallen Angel.
An Ethereal male that stood at 6’1FT. Passing by him, your eyes couldn’t help but follow his steps. Carrying himself with grace and purpose. Sol almost glowed, or atleast it felt like he did. His presence although not suffocating, was warm, inviting. He didn’t hold your gaze in fear, but in safety.
Sol’s hair was light-blond, soft and fluffy- Like sunlight peeking through during a sunset. His skin although not pale, looked almost light-gray. Not a single flaw could be spotted on it. He was easily charming, trustworthy even. His words were laced with honey, speaking in old-tongue. A flowery language that although not needed, added to his ethereal theme. Exactly, that’s what he felt like. Someone who isn’t real.
Yet, yet .. how come his eyes were so empty. Hoshizuku’s eyes were a soft baby-blue that held nothing but the void inside of them. Coldness that froze your soul over and over again. Sharp and intense. Thick blond lashes framing them with a two star tattoos on both of his cheeks right underneath the corner of his eyes.
Despite the sun and warmth he radiated, not only were his eyes haunting- his skin followed suit, cold. Distant. Upon closer inspection, his canines were sharpened, only the top once that is. His throat was wrapped up in a bandage that was often hid by the high-collared tops he wore. His clothes held a fantasy element to them, very elegant and finely tailored. On his belt, or the ham of his pants, he continuously had a small frog charm hung there. He was often seen holding it or wearing it in the after mentioned manner.
Hoshizuku’s voice was smooth, a little deep. The male was often mistaken for a woman, not that he minded as he does place himself in the middle of the gender spectrum(or, nonbinary)- however, he never cared enough to inform nor correct people. In most situations, he would simply go along with whatever gender people have assigned to him. Perception was a very amusing thing in his opinion.
[4] The worrier : Agito Tarou-Ego – The merged beast Agito.
A strikingly sharp featured woman who stood at a notable 7’3FT. She carried herself with grace and intimidating confidence. Agito held a curvy hourglass build- more prominent in the traditional Japanese clothing she wore.
Her eyes were cat-like in their sharpness, heavy as they focused on yourself. Framed by white thick-lashes, making the green-color of them pop out more. Her skin was healthy, carrying no visible flaws and glowing. A few faint wrinkles found themselves along her mouth and eyes, given she was entering her forties. Full lips that were often painted with pale-red lipstick.
Agito’s hair did not have a clear style, often falling along in wild waves. She didn’t seem to bother styling it, and somehow, it suited her well. Despite the state of alarm she put you in, Agito was a very kind person. Carrying no malice in her heart towards the world and more than enough love to share. Her [R]-hand had a wedding ring, with her husband being the one and only : Kenpachi Ego. Upon meeting her, you’d maybe instantly wonder how is she married to Kenpachi?? Only she knew.
She had an air of authority about her that eased whenever she was at her home or the Zen-garden. Melting off to a kind loving one, especially around her husband.
Her voice was slightly deep, however, still feminine., carrying no notable accent.
[SHELVED CHARACTERS]
[1] – The younger of the two : Ikigurushi Ai – Suffocating love.
Ikigurushi, An elegant woman standing at 6’5FT. A lady of few, yet meaningful words. She treaded along the world chasing amusement. Ikigurushi held a rather slim and less than curvy build, due to the amount of movement she does being unproportionate to how much she eats.
Her hair was healthy, well taken care of. With a length reaching to the backs of her upper-thighs.
Her eyes held a soft air of mystery in them. They took on the infamous siren-shape. Black think eyeliner giving them the hooded look of a feline’s eye. Her [R]-eye was a deep hazel colour, akin to the earth. Her [L]-eye was dark-brown, or often mistaken for black. Ikigurushi’s face held an overall circular shape that felt just a little too uncanny. Around her eyes scattered several star and sparkle tattoos.
Thin lips and a small nose. Often times, her makeup consisted of said eyeliner, black glittery eyeshadow, mascara and black lipstick for her upper-lip, her lower lip painted in blood-red lipstick. She did not hide the two scars intersecting on the [L]-side of her face, one horizontally across her nose and the other vertically from her [L]- eye to her jaw. Whenever she smiled, her teeth were perfectly aligned. Notably, she had four sharpened teeth, which looked much closer to fangs. Two up, two down.
She spoke in a soft, hypnotic voice. Carrying no accent. Her voice lacked any notable emotion, often sticking and matching with her blank and stale expression she held most if not all of the time. Her smiles were unsettling, much more so when her eyes lit up with mischief. While she might appear calm (?) or god forbid, SANE- her eyes held an intense glare to them. Sometihng that felt like a thousand eyes staring intently at you. Her presence was suffocating, Choking you in. Her skin was cold, freezing even- pale in it’s complexion. Notably, her palms held a number of scars all over them.
[2] – The older of the two : Zankokaku Ai – Cruel love.
> - Gore / body disfiguration TW
Zankokaku, also known as Zank-Ai. A male who stood at 6’3FT. A man reveling in chaos and destruction. He found his own delight in the misery of others, or perhaps his own even. He held a very skeletal yet creepily flexible build. He carried himself with an exaggerated motion, waving his arms about and jumping around, with no care for others.
His eyes were always open just a little too wide. The nature of them having droopy eyelids yet never relenting from that menacing energy. Heavy eyebags tugged at his eyes, unconcealed. His [L]-eye was a striking blue that was entirely too bright against his pale-complexion. His [R]-eye was deep-brown, often mistaken for black. His face held a square-shape, his jawline prominent yet always hidden by his hair curving around his face. He had a nose bridge piercing alongside a nose-piercing. His left-brow was also pierced.
Thin lips- however, from the edges of his mouth stretched a wicked scar that reached all the way to his cheek-bone curving up to a haunting smile. The old wound seemed to have cut through the flesh connecting his jaw and skull together, leaving what seemed to be bits of connected tissues that managed to heal and a hell-lot of stitches. On the [L]-side of his mouth, a piercing was there. This one however connected the edge of his upper and bottom lips together. Causing his words to accidently slur. He carried a discarded doll like appearance, nightmare fuel that entertained itself with your specific dismay.
He spoke in a moderate voice, hoarse. His ears were also pierced. All his piercings carried a verity of icons, all revolving around skulls, stars, plants, death and life. Zank-Ai’s hair was much more messier than his twin sisters’. Unruly and damaged at the ends. Strangely, he still had well-maintained hygiene .. His hair was also freakishly long, dragging on the floor. Undoubtedly why the ends of his hair were damaged.
Unlike his sister, he did not hide anything. Everything he is was on display. An unhinged maniac who craved nothing but his own selfish pleasure. His voice often cracked at random, varying in it’s intensity – his emotions were all over the place. However, despite this unruly display .. nothing missed his notice.
[3] The lonely child : Hoshizuku ‘SOL’ Hoshino – Fallen Angel.
An Ethereal male that stood at 6’1FT. Passing by him, your eyes couldn’t help but follow his steps. Carrying himself with grace and purpose. Sol almost glowed, or atleast it felt like he did. His presence although not suffocating, was warm, inviting. He didn’t hold your gaze in fear, but in safety.
Sol’s hair was light-blond, soft and fluffy- Like sunlight peeking through during a sunset. His skin although not pale, looked almost light-gray. Not a single flaw could be spotted on it. He was easily charming, trustworthy even. His words were laced with honey, speaking in old-tongue. A flowery language that although not needed, added to his ethereal theme. Exactly, that’s what he felt like. Someone who isn’t real.
Yet, yet .. how come his eyes were so empty. Hoshizuku’s eyes were a soft baby-blue that held nothing but the void inside of them. Coldness that froze your soul over and over again. Sharp and intense. Thick blond lashes framing them with a two star tattoos on both of his cheeks right underneath the corner of his eyes.
Despite the sun and warmth he radiated, not only were his eyes haunting- his skin followed suit, cold. Distant. Upon closer inspection, his canines were sharpened, only the top once that is. His throat was wrapped up in a bandage that was often hid by the high-collared tops he wore. His clothes held a fantasy element to them, very elegant and finely tailored. On his belt, or the ham of his pants, he continuously had a small frog charm hung there. He was often seen holding it or wearing it in the after mentioned manner.
Hoshizuku’s voice was smooth, a little deep. The male was often mistaken for a woman, not that he minded as he does place himself in the middle of the gender spectrum(or, nonbinary)- however, he never cared enough to inform nor correct people. In most situations, he would simply go along with whatever gender people have assigned to him. Perception was a very amusing thing in his opinion.
[4] The worrier : Agito Tarou-Ego – The merged beast Agito.
A strikingly sharp featured woman who stood at a notable 7’3FT. She carried herself with grace and intimidating confidence. Agito held a curvy hourglass build- more prominent in the traditional Japanese clothing she wore.
Her eyes were cat-like in their sharpness, heavy as they focused on yourself. Framed by white thick-lashes, making the green-color of them pop out more. Her skin was healthy, carrying no visible flaws and glowing. A few faint wrinkles found themselves along her mouth and eyes, given she was entering her forties. Full lips that were often painted with pale-red lipstick.
Agito’s hair did not have a clear style, often falling along in wild waves. She didn’t seem to bother styling it, and somehow, it suited her well. Despite the state of alarm she put you in, Agito was a very kind person. Carrying no malice in her heart towards the world and more than enough love to share. Her [R]-hand had a wedding ring, with her husband being the one and only : Kenpachi Ego. Upon meeting her, you’d maybe instantly wonder how is she married to Kenpachi?? Only she knew.
She had an air of authority about her that eased whenever she was at her home or the Zen-garden. Melting off to a kind loving one, especially around her husband.
Her voice was slightly deep, however, still feminine., carrying no notable accent.
[SHELVED CHARACTERS]
- Aaron W. Marie [Son of Marceline Marie]
- Eiichiro ‘STAR’ Hiragi [HIRAGI SIBLINGS]
- Raphael Doe
- Vox Doe [Previously the father of the KOJIMA family]
- Miu Kouzoke
- Hoshizora ‘CLOUDS’ Kumo [THE KUMO SIBLINGS]
- Yuuichiro ‘YUI’ Hiragi [Previously son of Kaito Hiragi]
- Xion ‘X’ Kim-Min
- Kurayami
- Oliver ‘OLYPOP’ Black [DEAD]
- Ikari
- Xean ‘SNAKE’ Doe || Asmodeo Doe || Valentino Doe [He had an identity and paranoia crises..]
- Nasser Burhan
- Saito Sato [Hilarious name.]
- Whoever have the ‘DOE’ last name are NOT siblings or families .. I just happen to love that last name.
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