Post by Soubi Agatsuma on Dec 10, 2009 13:00:20 GMT -5
[/i]I know it and I feel it-While you sleep in my embrace-
-My beloved-
-You've gone through deep loneliness-
-Has your heart healed?-
Name: Soubi Agatsuma
Age: 25 this year[/i]
Group: Fighter
Fighter Name: Originally Beloved, currently Loveless
Ears?: No
Just as well as you do, Honey
Personality:
Mature-Soubi is a kind man who makes good friends and good choices most of the time. He tends to have a bored, almost apathetic appearance on his facial features, except when around Ritsuka. When his young Sacrifice is near him, he does become livelier and smile more often.
Loving-Soubi refuses to go a day without telling his Sacrifice that he loves him. When around his friends, he will not hesitate to protect them and listen as someone should. He constantly shows his adoration for Ritsuka with small kisses and embraces.
Silent-Even when he is ordered not to do so, Soubi hides the truth constantly. Whether it is about Seimei or about an injury, he will never tell Ritsuka the truth. He will either remain silent or say that he cannot tell, under previous orders from Seimei. He sometimes ignores Ritsuka's calls when in a solitary battle so as not to involve the boy.
It's not our fault
Likes :
-Art, Traditional Japanese Art to be specific
-Pain, up to a point
-Cigarettes
-Teasing Ritsuka
-Fighting
-Spending time with his friends
-Taking walks
-Orders
-Cooking[/i]
Dislikes:
-Butterflies
-Women (and sometimes men) that hit on him incessantly
-Being called a pervert
-His original Sacrifice, Seimei Aoyagi
-When Ritsuka gets angry with him
-Seeing Ritsuka unhappy
-Losing at anything
-People older than him
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Strengths:
-Spell Battles
-Intelligence
-Creative and Artistic
-Loyal
-Perseverance
-Quick wit and sharp tongue
-Passionate for what he loves
-Determination
Weaknesses:
-Prone to mood swings
-Seeing Ritsuka hurt or angry
-His Beloved name tends to bleed when Soubi fights as Loveless, but it isn't so much of a weakness
-He doesn't entirely know when to quit[/i]
Distinguishing Scars/Marks: The scar Seimei carved into the base of his throat in order to claim Soubi as his own, the word Beloved. Also, the prominent scar on his hand, from when Youji stabbed a nail straight through his skin.
If death's in love with us
History: Ritsu, his mother's Sacrifice, had taken a six year old Soubi in following the loss of his mother and father. The following years were filled with private training sessions in order to teach Soubi not to scream out or react to pain. Which was accomplished by his teacher lashing his back with a whip.However, no matter how much Ritsu had taught him to endure the pain, Soubi's ears would always show his discomfort. Which the teacher decided to eliminate once and for all. By taking the younger boy's ears himself. Afterward, Soubi grew into a strong and effective Fighter with the ability to remove any obstacle in his path and protect any potential Sacrifice.A few years later, a potential Sacrifice requested to meet Soubi. After hearing the strength this Fighter possessed. The name of the Sacrifice was Aoyagi Seimei from the Beloved unit. On that day, the 'blank' Fighter became the other half of the Beloved unit when the younger boy carved the name into the skin on Soubi's neck. The pair remained together for the next three years until the supposed 'death' of Seimei. Soon after, following the orders his Sacrifice gave to him before his death, the twenty year old Fighter went in search for Aoyagi Ritsuka.
While following the secondary orders of loving and protecting the twelve year old. Their first meeting took place outside of the young boy's school only a few weeks after Seimei's death.While being very loyal to Ritsuka, the seasoned Fighter is still bound to his first Sacrifice through the name carved into his neck and cannot disobey any order given by Seimei.
It's not our fault
How did you find us?: An advertisement from the Loveless RP proboard.
Time Zone: Eastern Time Zone, New York
Rp Sample: [From Loveless RP, Character Yuki Okiura]Memories flew through the wind as Yuki whistled the tune. It was an ancient lullaby his mother had sung to him and Yuui when they were little, when they were happy. The lyrics were sad, melancholic, and deep. He closed his eyes, imagining his mother's face smiling down onto he and his sister. Soon, the whistling faded into quiet singing. Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye. It was always you that I despised. I don't care enough for you to cry, oh, well. Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye, goodbye.
He opened his eyes, welcoming the earth back into his senses. Leaves scattered around his feet, rustling quietly in the Autumn wind that nipped at Yuki's shoulders. He hunched himself up, folding his arms across one another, gazing at the green shoots of emerald coloured grass below him absently. He wasn't sure how long he'd zoned out for, seconds, minutes. But he heard a voice, a nice voice, deep and rich in tone. He lifted his head, his golden threads falling in a haphazard disarray in his eyes. He brushed the strands away, gazing into a set of strange, red and violet eyes. The eyes were set in a thin face, black and coloured hair wisping about in the soft gales. The almost-adult he had spotted was speaking to him. Misunderstanding clouded his thoughts and he turned his head, left, right. No, there was nobody around. The teen was definitely talking to Yuki. With a raised eyebrow, he faced the teenager again. Now he was speaking for his shirt? Yuki couldn't resist a small giggle. The shirt was...crazy. In a strange way, it was comforting to Yuki. He wasn't the only insane one, then. He smiled softly as the laughter within him passed.
Hi, Revie-san. I'm Yuki. He kept his voice small, still wary of the stranger before him. He extended his little hand in a polite gesture, timidly glancing to the left and right as he spoke. Something seemed to draw Yuki to this person, it was almost as if there was an invisible and silent voice in the back of Yuki's mind, whispering to him, 'It's okay, he's not like everybody else. He'll understand you. Let down your walls,' it called.
But years of experience and defensive mechanisms prevented him from this, and he dropped his hand almost as soon as he had raised it. His eyes fell once more to the grass as his face reddened from the tip of his nose to the back of his ears. [/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]
