[!]
A huge thanks to @hebwig
for allowing me to use their format,
None of this biography can be taken ICly,
[!]
"Pissin' all by yourself handsome?"
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NICKNAMES:
TenZ
Greenie
Terusuno
Tent
Frog Man
10
LOCUS
Ben Tens
AGE:
20
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
187.8 cm
NATIONALITY:
Japanese
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Pansexual
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AFFILIATIONS:
The Black Market
Karakura College Football Team
NOTABLE RELATIONS:
★ Katerina Velitchkov
"I hate Summer. I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960's haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her."
Probably one of, if not the most important person in Tens's life. Although their first interaction didn't go so smoothly and they even hated each other at first, after a few talks and hangouts, movie nights and laughs and just a little bit of elbow grease, they eventually began to date. For once, he wouldn't mind coming in second place. They're on some real Enemies to Lovers shit.
★ Aimi Kiyabu
"Shit taste in dudes."
One of the two people Tens actually calls a proper friend and hasn’t tried to use for his own interest. He respects her deeply and would do even the hellish of tasks for.
★ Jun Chibana
"Come on man- Just let me throw ONE."
Tens’s best friend. A person that ranks high of his list of importance. Tens was never really one to care for others however Jun is an exception. With Tens and his dumb and dangerous antics, Jun acts like the water to his flame and is there to keep him under control. . . or somewhat under it.
★ Georgia Saionji
"Welcome to the University."
Tens and Georgia's friendship can be seen as a bit two faced. One minute they're beating the shit out of each other and hate each other's guts, the next just being good friends and making fun of others without thinking of the repercussions.
The College Football Team
"Balls"
Both the males and females, he’ll still pull the occasional prank or two on them but in the end, Tens finds all of them in a neutral zone with him.
The Black Market
"You'll all be put in tow"
Although the Black Market is seen as a dark, dangerous place to be involved in (which it is), Tens sees it as a safe space where he can finally let loose a little and let more of himself slip through without thinking of the repercussions. . . Maybe that'll be one of his downfalls.
Riyako Terusuno
"I'm sorry ma'am."
Although Tens was never one to put effort into anything, when Riyako is thrown into the field, Tens will turn 0 to 100 almost immediately. He competes with others for her acceptance and attention, hoping that he’ll get the parental affection he had been longing for from her.
Shonoko Terusuno
"Sho you get no play. At all, 0 play. Nada, nothin'. Nothin' at all."
Tens’s “annoying” twin sister. The two grew up rather close, thinking they were above everyone else and still keep this mindset.
The Yakuza
"Business is boomin' boys"
Tens’s partnership with this organisation in particular strikes a powerful cord. I wonder why. .
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POSITIVES:
- Tens is a people person and attracts other people into his little circle. Whether it's a negative or positive feeling, they'll still know of him and that gives Tens multiple opportunities to do something.
- Tens hates the idea of losing, but he is willing to make it seem like he lost in something to gain an upper hand, if it's apart of his plan of course. If it's a genuine loss however, no matter what it is. He will get rather prickly with the subject. Perhaps his competitiveness will not only be an upside, but a downside.
- Tens is a tinkerer of sorts. From ink bombs and computers to robots and toy guns, he can make anything he puts his mind to.
- Not only can he do all those things, but he also does arts of every kind. Musical arts, drawing arts, dancing arts, you name it, he'll know how to do it. Of course, acting is his favourite.
- Tens thinks of plans, back up plans and just strategies for almost any occasion. He always comes at the ready for any turn of events to come knocking at his front door step.
NEGATIVES:
- As said above, his competitiveness is a double bladed sword. It can make him slip up in some instances when trying to "fix" his losses.
- Tens is FAR too up his own cheeks. This is mainly because due to his connections, the people that he challenges can never combat back with the same caliber, this gives a rather big ego and complex.
- Tens seems to think of himself as invincible, making him do more reckless acts and never have any respect for anyone apart from people close to him.
- His Mother.
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PERSONALITY:
Tens, if you’ve known him for long enough. You could say he was just another one of those attractive people that got around, smart enough to pull off the impossible of pranks, intelligent enough to fail the College Exam even though he cheated and athletic enough to be regarded as one of the best footballers in Karakura. A troublemaker, a delinquent, a fuckboy. You could say he was, underneath all that bravado, he was actually a sweetheart that was capable of worry and genuine happiness and guilt, you’d believe that considering he has saved multiple of his friends from danger numerous times. What a guy right? Just your ordinary college Jock who was full of himself, who has never spoken badly of himself once and the confident ego so large it could create a wall Trump dreamed of.
There is an idea of a “Tens Terusuno”, with all those things used as ways to describe how he is. You could describe him as a hard worker, a green goblin or another asshole but those aren’t accurate at all. There is no real Tens Terusuno. Though you may feel a hand gripping onto yours to shake it, see a smile so admiring you can’t help but smile back. Maybe you can even think your lives can be comparable to some extent and just think it’s just a phase, underneath all that is just a cold gaze. A gaze just waiting for you to mess up. He simply isn’t there. Tens in reality will use others to his advantage, his emotions that are put on display are all for show, a ploy to get what he wants from others. Would you like to keep your girlfriend? Too bad, got a new TV? It’s his now. You disrespected him? You’d be taught a lesson. Tens will never consider the feelings of others if it’s not something that is crucial to his plans.
He thinks of himself as the player of the chessboard, not the king, not the queen or the pawns. He moves the pieces around delicately into place, and everything always just seems to go his way. With his unique, believable strategies of manipulation, who wouldn’t fall for his act? He’ll do what he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. He’s just invincible, he thinks. No-one has been able to even get close to touching him in his entire life because with Tens, you will always be regarded second place.
APPEARANCE:
Evidently, he was an extremely good looking, charismatic individual. With his athletic, sleeper build to his well kept but messy-ish hair to his flawless visage and cat like eyes that seemed to always have an ulterior motive, it was as if he was taken out of a romance book. Two of Tens’s most noticeable physical traits was his smile and green hair. His smile was one of those “heart breaker” smiles, sly like he was up to no good but so nice to stare at that you couldn’t help but smile back. His hair was dyed green, although it was an irregular colour to have, Tens pulled it off quite well. He had this sort of aura that practically pulled you towards him, even if he was so full of himself and up his own buttcheeks, you can’t help but admit that he was attractive in some shape or form.
VOICE REFERENCE:
FACE REFERENCE:
INTELLIGENCE:
5
CHARISMA:
5
DEXTERITY:
4
INTIMIDATION:
Debatable
STRENGTH:
3
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“As Tens layed there victim to fatigue and tiredness, his eyes fluttered as he slowly drifted to sleep.”
“Can you imagine it?
A tranquil world in that everything is at peace
A world in that nobody has to die
A perfect world that can exist
Without you”
That question sent a wind of shivers down his spine. He didn’t know if that was towards the subject of his lonesomeness or his subjectivity to his bottled rage. His look towards you is so serious but, was it just going to be a joke? A joke waiting to happen or a cheesy punchline to your inquiry. It’s silent. Too silent. . time seems to have slowed if not, stopped with the two of you. You both pondered your next replies and answers, only you wondering if the truth should be told, hesitance was the only truth being told as of now. All he did was smile and chuckle.
“Look above and you may glimpse it approaching.
You feel it coming, don’t you? I can feel it in my bones.”
He was so tired, he wanted to leave this reality, leave everything behind and start again somewhere new, somewhere that he discovered by himself and could come and go as he pleased. Travel to the playground he went to as a child, dreaming of that imaginary world he always thought of as a kid. That place where he could fly, do magic, tame and play with all the fantastical creatures and beasts he dreamt of, never to be told “no” ever again. But that’s just childish isn’t it? You told him that yourself and you made him believe it. No matter how hard he fought against your words, your beliefs against his were just too strong as they sank their blades deeply into his hopes. Now he sits in a room by himself, you in another one. Whilst he has the mindset that you wanted him to have, unfortunately you have been given his past hopes and dreams.
You want to leave this reality, To get away and wonder if one day you could. The concept confuses you but something deep inside you tells you to “hold on and keep trying”. Somebody whispers to you from behind, the somebody turns into many people, a community. You grew an unknown familiarity to them even though you haven’t heard the voices before or see the bodies that they belong to, and they all repeat the same thing.
“Go home. Try it. Go home. You can do it, you can finally go home, where you’re meant to be.”
They were all lies
You followed those voices and they led you right back to him. You sat across from him as you both just continuously stared at each other. Now knowing it was impossible, all those times you’ve contemplated leaving everything behind turned to useless dust. You could never leave him behind, and the thought of what happens after death is terrifying to you, to him. It never used to be like that, you and him used to be excited about the anonymity of anything and even welcomed it. You used to want to run away, same as him. All the problems being left behind like the passing building and structures that were stared at from the inside of a moving car. They always told you that it was such a bad idea, that you were better off working a desk job, being “smart” and stop daydreaming. They told you no, they did this to you. But even still. . . You can’t stop blaming yourself. It was like a guitar chord, being strung over and over again. Every chord being sung by the thousand voices of sound, You make up your own melody as you tap your fingers in the air as if a piano had appeared in front of you, your eyes close. You can’t place your finger on why you did it, but you did it anyway. But it calms you, it welcomes you into its embrace. A story with no end, an ocean without a wave, a man with no heart. The times you’ve had to reset, the people you’ve lost. But you didn’t really lose them, you gave them up. Sacrificed them for a different path. After all, happy endings are repetitive.
However something is different now, your eyes open as you stare at him. The person that was once in front of you. You got up off the ground and walked to approach him. You both buffer, the walls around you flashing with the faces of the alternate victims you’ve murdered. You feel your body break apart. This is what it felt like, to fall continuously as your determination fell to a puddle on the muddy floor. You cry out for help, the melody ringing as you feel your soul split, but no one comes to your aide.
After all, they all fell dead in your hands.
“Join me as it rains down upon us.
We shall see who is first to be blessed.”
“To suffer eternally.”
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A huge thanks to @hebwig
for allowing me to use their format,
None of this biography can be taken ICly,
[!]
"Pissin' all by yourself handsome?"
NICKNAMES:
TenZ
Greenie
Terusuno
Tent
Frog Man
10
LOCUS
Ben Tens
AGE:
20
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
187.8 cm
NATIONALITY:
Japanese
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Pansexual
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
AFFILIATIONS:
The Black Market
Karakura College Football Team
NOTABLE RELATIONS:
★ Katerina Velitchkov
"I hate Summer. I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960's haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her."
Probably one of, if not the most important person in Tens's life. Although their first interaction didn't go so smoothly and they even hated each other at first, after a few talks and hangouts, movie nights and laughs and just a little bit of elbow grease, they eventually began to date. For once, he wouldn't mind coming in second place. They're on some real Enemies to Lovers shit.
★ Aimi Kiyabu
"Shit taste in dudes."
One of the two people Tens actually calls a proper friend and hasn’t tried to use for his own interest. He respects her deeply and would do even the hellish of tasks for.
★ Jun Chibana
"Come on man- Just let me throw ONE."
Tens’s best friend. A person that ranks high of his list of importance. Tens was never really one to care for others however Jun is an exception. With Tens and his dumb and dangerous antics, Jun acts like the water to his flame and is there to keep him under control. . . or somewhat under it.
★ Georgia Saionji
"Welcome to the University."
Tens and Georgia's friendship can be seen as a bit two faced. One minute they're beating the shit out of each other and hate each other's guts, the next just being good friends and making fun of others without thinking of the repercussions.
The College Football Team
"Balls"
Both the males and females, he’ll still pull the occasional prank or two on them but in the end, Tens finds all of them in a neutral zone with him.
The Black Market
"You'll all be put in tow"
Although the Black Market is seen as a dark, dangerous place to be involved in (which it is), Tens sees it as a safe space where he can finally let loose a little and let more of himself slip through without thinking of the repercussions. . . Maybe that'll be one of his downfalls.
Riyako Terusuno
"I'm sorry ma'am."
Although Tens was never one to put effort into anything, when Riyako is thrown into the field, Tens will turn 0 to 100 almost immediately. He competes with others for her acceptance and attention, hoping that he’ll get the parental affection he had been longing for from her.
Shonoko Terusuno
"Sho you get no play. At all, 0 play. Nada, nothin'. Nothin' at all."
Tens’s “annoying” twin sister. The two grew up rather close, thinking they were above everyone else and still keep this mindset.
The Yakuza
"Business is boomin' boys"
Tens’s partnership with this organisation in particular strikes a powerful cord. I wonder why. .
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POSITIVES:
- Tens is a people person and attracts other people into his little circle. Whether it's a negative or positive feeling, they'll still know of him and that gives Tens multiple opportunities to do something.
- Tens hates the idea of losing, but he is willing to make it seem like he lost in something to gain an upper hand, if it's apart of his plan of course. If it's a genuine loss however, no matter what it is. He will get rather prickly with the subject. Perhaps his competitiveness will not only be an upside, but a downside.
- Tens is a tinkerer of sorts. From ink bombs and computers to robots and toy guns, he can make anything he puts his mind to.
- Not only can he do all those things, but he also does arts of every kind. Musical arts, drawing arts, dancing arts, you name it, he'll know how to do it. Of course, acting is his favourite.
- Tens thinks of plans, back up plans and just strategies for almost any occasion. He always comes at the ready for any turn of events to come knocking at his front door step.
NEGATIVES:
- As said above, his competitiveness is a double bladed sword. It can make him slip up in some instances when trying to "fix" his losses.
- Tens is FAR too up his own cheeks. This is mainly because due to his connections, the people that he challenges can never combat back with the same caliber, this gives a rather big ego and complex.
- Tens seems to think of himself as invincible, making him do more reckless acts and never have any respect for anyone apart from people close to him.
- His Mother.
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PERSONALITY:
Tens, if you’ve known him for long enough. You could say he was just another one of those attractive people that got around, smart enough to pull off the impossible of pranks, intelligent enough to fail the College Exam even though he cheated and athletic enough to be regarded as one of the best footballers in Karakura. A troublemaker, a delinquent, a fuckboy. You could say he was, underneath all that bravado, he was actually a sweetheart that was capable of worry and genuine happiness and guilt, you’d believe that considering he has saved multiple of his friends from danger numerous times. What a guy right? Just your ordinary college Jock who was full of himself, who has never spoken badly of himself once and the confident ego so large it could create a wall Trump dreamed of.
There is an idea of a “Tens Terusuno”, with all those things used as ways to describe how he is. You could describe him as a hard worker, a green goblin or another asshole but those aren’t accurate at all. There is no real Tens Terusuno. Though you may feel a hand gripping onto yours to shake it, see a smile so admiring you can’t help but smile back. Maybe you can even think your lives can be comparable to some extent and just think it’s just a phase, underneath all that is just a cold gaze. A gaze just waiting for you to mess up. He simply isn’t there. Tens in reality will use others to his advantage, his emotions that are put on display are all for show, a ploy to get what he wants from others. Would you like to keep your girlfriend? Too bad, got a new TV? It’s his now. You disrespected him? You’d be taught a lesson. Tens will never consider the feelings of others if it’s not something that is crucial to his plans.
He thinks of himself as the player of the chessboard, not the king, not the queen or the pawns. He moves the pieces around delicately into place, and everything always just seems to go his way. With his unique, believable strategies of manipulation, who wouldn’t fall for his act? He’ll do what he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. He’s just invincible, he thinks. No-one has been able to even get close to touching him in his entire life because with Tens, you will always be regarded second place.
APPEARANCE:
Evidently, he was an extremely good looking, charismatic individual. With his athletic, sleeper build to his well kept but messy-ish hair to his flawless visage and cat like eyes that seemed to always have an ulterior motive, it was as if he was taken out of a romance book. Two of Tens’s most noticeable physical traits was his smile and green hair. His smile was one of those “heart breaker” smiles, sly like he was up to no good but so nice to stare at that you couldn’t help but smile back. His hair was dyed green, although it was an irregular colour to have, Tens pulled it off quite well. He had this sort of aura that practically pulled you towards him, even if he was so full of himself and up his own buttcheeks, you can’t help but admit that he was attractive in some shape or form.
VOICE REFERENCE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0j3oRVc98k
FACE REFERENCE:
INTELLIGENCE:
5
CHARISMA:
5
DEXTERITY:
4
INTIMIDATION:
Debatable
STRENGTH:
3
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“As Tens layed there victim to fatigue and tiredness, his eyes fluttered as he slowly drifted to sleep.”
“Can you imagine it?
A tranquil world in that everything is at peace
A world in that nobody has to die
A perfect world that can exist
Without you”
That question sent a wind of shivers down his spine. He didn’t know if that was towards the subject of his lonesomeness or his subjectivity to his bottled rage. His look towards you is so serious but, was it just going to be a joke? A joke waiting to happen or a cheesy punchline to your inquiry. It’s silent. Too silent. . time seems to have slowed if not, stopped with the two of you. You both pondered your next replies and answers, only you wondering if the truth should be told, hesitance was the only truth being told as of now. All he did was smile and chuckle.
“Look above and you may glimpse it approaching.
You feel it coming, don’t you? I can feel it in my bones.”
He was so tired, he wanted to leave this reality, leave everything behind and start again somewhere new, somewhere that he discovered by himself and could come and go as he pleased. Travel to the playground he went to as a child, dreaming of that imaginary world he always thought of as a kid. That place where he could fly, do magic, tame and play with all the fantastical creatures and beasts he dreamt of, never to be told “no” ever again. But that’s just childish isn’t it? You told him that yourself and you made him believe it. No matter how hard he fought against your words, your beliefs against his were just too strong as they sank their blades deeply into his hopes. Now he sits in a room by himself, you in another one. Whilst he has the mindset that you wanted him to have, unfortunately you have been given his past hopes and dreams.
You want to leave this reality, To get away and wonder if one day you could. The concept confuses you but something deep inside you tells you to “hold on and keep trying”. Somebody whispers to you from behind, the somebody turns into many people, a community. You grew an unknown familiarity to them even though you haven’t heard the voices before or see the bodies that they belong to, and they all repeat the same thing.
“Go home. Try it. Go home. You can do it, you can finally go home, where you’re meant to be.”
They were all lies
You followed those voices and they led you right back to him. You sat across from him as you both just continuously stared at each other. Now knowing it was impossible, all those times you’ve contemplated leaving everything behind turned to useless dust. You could never leave him behind, and the thought of what happens after death is terrifying to you, to him. It never used to be like that, you and him used to be excited about the anonymity of anything and even welcomed it. You used to want to run away, same as him. All the problems being left behind like the passing building and structures that were stared at from the inside of a moving car. They always told you that it was such a bad idea, that you were better off working a desk job, being “smart” and stop daydreaming. They told you no, they did this to you. But even still. . . You can’t stop blaming yourself. It was like a guitar chord, being strung over and over again. Every chord being sung by the thousand voices of sound, You make up your own melody as you tap your fingers in the air as if a piano had appeared in front of you, your eyes close. You can’t place your finger on why you did it, but you did it anyway. But it calms you, it welcomes you into its embrace. A story with no end, an ocean without a wave, a man with no heart. The times you’ve had to reset, the people you’ve lost. But you didn’t really lose them, you gave them up. Sacrificed them for a different path. After all, happy endings are repetitive.
However something is different now, your eyes open as you stare at him. The person that was once in front of you. You got up off the ground and walked to approach him. You both buffer, the walls around you flashing with the faces of the alternate victims you’ve murdered. You feel your body break apart. This is what it felt like, to fall continuously as your determination fell to a puddle on the muddy floor. You cry out for help, the melody ringing as you feel your soul split, but no one comes to your aide.
After all, they all fell dead in your hands.
“Join me as it rains down upon us.
We shall see who is first to be blessed.”
“To suffer eternally.”
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