Post by Yoshi Sato on Nov 22, 2011 15:30:23 GMT -5
Even a Golden Flower Holds a Curse.
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Behind the Veil
Character name: Yoshi Sota
Age: Appears sixteen, really a lot older
Blood Type: A
Birthday: January First
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Qu Dong Army Colonel
Face Claim: Oz Vessalius || Pandora Hearts
Digging beneath the Mask
History:
Yoshi wasn't always... Well, Yoshi. He was once part of the wolf demon clan, yet, due to an accident, he was left with absolutely no memory of who he was and where he was. He was only a toddler at the time, and a middle aged woman took him in. She gave him the name Yoshi, and he took on her last name, Sato. His new life was pretty dull in a demon's point of view, but he didn't care. He grew up like a normal human child would, even if he didn't age as fast as everyone. When his class had graduated, he still looked like a ten-year-old! It stumped everyone on the reason until a little party caused the boy to shift into his unused demon form. Everyone fled the party, and he fled to his 'mother'. To say she was scared was an understatement. The mere sight of him caused her, in her old age, to have a heart attack.
Yoshi finally found out how to change back after a few days. In the years that followed, he learned how to control this "new-found" demon form of his, though the memories from before he was taken in by the woman never returned. When he believed he was ready, Yoshi enlisted in the Qu Dong army. It took him a while to convince them that he wasn't actually fourteen at the time, but he soon got it through to them. Well, more like through the roof since he had to turn into his demon form to convince them.
Once enlisted, he trained even more, going out when called upon. As the years passed, he climbed the ranks. He went from a normal soldier all the way up to a colonel; however, he never accepted any promotions past that. It would seem unfair for a demon to become a general or something on the lines of that when they can't really... Die... Of natural causes. Let's just hope they don't have a war involving holy water.
Family: none worth mentioning
Status: Red Rose Province
Weapons: His claws, fangs, and brute strength? C:
Race: Wolf Demon
Beyond the Mountains
Likes:
Dislikes: annoying people, foul smells, snobs, idiots, feline demons, rats, having his sleep disturbed, long battles, little kids (yet he's somehow really good with them), people touching him
Powers: Empathy (the reason he hates being touched), Electricity and Fire manipulation
Human Height: 5'4"
Demon Height at Shoulders: 9'4"
On the Battlefield
How did you find us: Proboards Support
Custom Title: [insert amazing title here]
Sample RP:
Taken from MotF
The cheers and music coming from one of the many festivals held in the mountain village filled the air. There were bright lights, streamers, people, and even the dragons took part in the festival. But, most importantly, there was food. Just the mere thought of all the delicacies in the food stalls made the grumbling of his stomach increase. So, with that said, why was he still in an alley? Night was already falling, and the fireworks would--
The blond yelped, his form instantly switching from that of a human to that of a small lion cub, as a loud boom sounded from behind him, followed by multiple smaller ones. His whole body trembled as he looked behind him, only to realize that he had been scared stiff by the first firework of that night. Kojo just stood there for a few moments, allowing his trembling to subside before shaking his pelt. He was scared far too easily. Letting out an irritated huff of air, the young Werecat slipped out of the alley, flanking himself against the building so he wouldn't be stepped on or noticed. Yes, because a lion cub wandering the street wasn't noticeable, especially one who probably had a few wanted posters (his lion cub form, at least) from past... Events.
Cerulean eyes flicked back and forth, surveying the area. His tail curled and uncurled, drawing waves in the dirt when it reached the ground. He was almost there--the scent of food was growing stronger. He didn't even know what they were selling, but it wasn't like he was buying. Oh, no. His last odd job gave him barely anything, which was really a waste of his time. And, he was there! Ducking under the cloth that draped over one of the stalls, the cub simply waited there. He could see the shadows of feet all around this stall. Once the shadows moved and a large enough space was made, the cub darted out, hiding under another stall cloth. He repeated the process until he was under a stall next to one that sold large turkey legs. Well, they look like turkey legs. Either way, meat was meat.
He waited under the stall, crouched down, until the time was right. Kojo shot out from under the cloth, leaping up on the meat stall, and grabbing the first piece of meat he could fit in his mouth. Before the stall owner could react, the cub looked over at him, lifting a paw to 'salute' the man. He then hopped off the stall, weaving his way between legs. Of course, this lead to quite a few people falling over. And then the chase began--not only because he had stolen the meat, but because one of the citizens had recognized the cub's face.
-- after the chase scene because i'm lazy--
A pout seemed plastered on the lion cub's face as he watched the form of what once was the festival begin to shrink. The citizens had captured him, but not before most of the stalls and almost everyone had been knocked over or demolished. Well, at least he got some exercise in. But, they took his turkey leg! Now he was left with nothing. Oh, right. Where was he now? Well, once he was captured, they put a wire basket muzzle on him and stuck him in a cage... A bird cage. Thankfully, the bird that once lived in it was rather large, thus he could actually fit in it.
Where was he going? That... He did not know. Kojo turned around in the cage, facing the three men who were 'escorting' him to wherever they were going. Then he saw it--a large house. Really, they were taking him to a house? Why not the pound? Oh, right, he could break down the cage door, despite his smaller-than-usual-for-a-werecat size. He was brought out of his thoughts by the bird cage lurching back and forth, taking the poor cub with it. He let out a hiss in pain when his side slammed into the metal bars. Then there was a loud knocking, and the men began shouting for 'Cromwelle' to open up.
Kojo blinked a few times, not really knowing who this 'Cromwelle' was. Maybe they held high power in the village? They might be the ones deciding his fate. Oh, how he hated having his fate in someone else's paws--er, hands. What if... What if they were like his father? What if they beat him? Cut him? Or, or... Or kill him! His eyes grew wide, and his body began to violently shake. The cub crouched down, curling his tail around him for comfort. He did not like those thoughts at all!
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