Credit goes to Palettu
*note character is originally a Demi-human. I decided to give playing a furry a try since I came to Eka. Which means upon request, Haru can be played as a Demi-human*
Mood:
:Ideas:
1. An rp where Haru becomes a trainer or trainee. Teaching or Learning from someone, is something Id like to try. Not to mention it would make for a good long term rp with some story.
2. Rival lovers. Where the two are always trying to take over the world, but neither of them want the other to be the one to do it. Mainly cause they want to do it themselves. Involves battle scenes of pulling weapons on each other in some way.
3. Haru is taken as a pet or slave, preferably by an aggressive loli, but any loli will do. Can also be a loli herm.
4. Haru meets a cuntboy/femboy in school by either class, or protecting the boy from bullies.
5. Looking for a Human/spider cross breed. Can be really any form except full spiders. Must have some type of humanish state. PM for more info.
6. A dominate female. An actual dominate female, not one who becomes submissive, or neutral or something during times. But an actual female who is dominate 100%. Id prefer it be like a mistress/slave rp, or even where Haru becomes a captive to some clan and is used by the alpha female. Just something where the woman doesnt lose sight of being superior.
I'm that guy that you don't care about. You know the one holding the sharp blade to your neck.
It began, back in a time when life was easy, simple, and this world wasn't polluted with killing chemicals. A time when life could be lived in a small village. This village is where it all began, with a race that no longer exists in today's time. A species that appears to be what today's time knows as Neko-Jins; humans with feline-like ears and tail. These select people were unique. Born with an energy that grew through the years of birth and early childhood.
Come mid-childhood this energy formed a life partnership. A partnership that goes beyond any form of emotion that can be held between two people. This partnership is between the being and its creation. A weapon by standards, but a friend to the creator. Linked by fate and by birth. This was how these people survived in such a wilderness based life-style.
To have a partnership with one who can lead to saving lives was something special that all within the village relied upon. Though there was a special one. One who form this partnership directly after birth. The residences, the nobles, the elders, boggled by the occurrence. Sealed this young boy's power and creation away. Causing nothing to be partnered with until his mid-teens.
This child went through life completely tortured. Unable to protect himself from the dangerous world, the stares of the residences who seen him as useless, rejected from the games with the other kids, shunned by all but his parents. To the village he was nothing more then another mouth to feed. When his mid-teens did come, and his partnership finally did come to be, he left the village. Angered and torn, his mind became clouded, became filled with the darkness that causes sin, and sin is what he did. That was until the wrong person was sinned upon.
This person, frustrated with the young man, cursed him. Splitting his mentality into what it really was. This would later be called Dissociative Identity Disorder. What the boy did not know is that, later down the line, as he developed more personalities, that his mind would be split further into chaos. At the time though, the darkness within him took control and went for revenge.
This revenge was carried out with no mercy upon those who had started it all. He showed up, at the front gate of the village, a dark and gloomy look upon him, one void of emotion other then the want to kill, the want to hear the blood curdling screams of those who had done him wrong. Little did he know at the time that he was going to regret all his actions of that day, but at the time, he didn’t care about the feature, he cared about the now and he cared about the blood on the walls of the homes.
So it started, one house after the other, everyone taken by surprise, they had all prospered for so many years, been so self-efficient, and here they were, being taken out one by one with no warning or know how of how to defend themselves. The walls, the grass, all of it, covered in a thick layer of red liquid. He had done what he came to do, and no longer cared for the village. Some would call it over kill at what he did next, slowly walking his way back through, he lit the place a flame, those that were left would burn alive.
A tortured soul continued on in this world, an evil grin on his face as he was ready to send the world into chaos, and condemn his soul to the fiery pits below. Now all that was left was the world. It would be forsaken so long as he lived in it. The young man was eternal because of that curse, for ever stuck at the young age of sixteen, his mindset for ever torn asunder, forever clouded and dark, full of hate, and thus the carnage that the world would face would be eternal, just as he was. This genocide took place for several hundred years, and for all those years, the boy never seemed to care about the screams of the women and children he heard, about the knives and bullets that punctured his skin from the men who wanted to protect their families.
He no longer cared about the world, but the boy would realize all to well one day, at how a thirst for blood that can only be quenched by revenge is a thirst that is unending. The boy would realize this, when a girl stepped into his life, and he began to weaken, began to realize just how wrong he was in his life, and how ashamed he was to realize that he could never be good enough if he continued on the path he was. This woman, eased the darkness till, telling him his past was nothing more then words on a paper in a book that everyone called history.
This young man had a reason to live for something other then carnage, and destruction. He had a family, a woman to call his own, and her daughter who over time would become his. But at the same time, with all good there much be bad, and many looked down upon him, they all knew of his past, and unlike the girl, they all wanted him deal. This lead him to take up his 'I do not care” attitude, but in a new light. He would no longer kill, but he started a hobby, one that would become his occupation in this world, street racing. Building his own car from a material that was constructed by him, a frame that was close to the today's Viper.
Though as always this wouldn't last long, nothing ever did in this world, it was another lesson that the boy would need to learn over the rest of his eternal suffering. The relationship between the two would end, no one lived for ever, accept him, it sent him into a bit of depression, constantly thinking about his past, how lonely he was becoming, how lonely he had been, and would always be for as long as her lived eternally in a mortal world.
As Life continued, more of these personalities came to be. Think of it this way, a round conference room, with a table in the middle, aligned with chairs, on the north side of the room, a long hallway, several doors going down each side. Each of these doors housing what was a potential personality, a potential life. One that could rule the body, and do with it has he so pleased.
As time goes on, all wounds are healed, and the pain within his chest, that was not physical would slowly fade. The young male moved, to the outskirts of a bustling city, one that in the middle of the night lite up the sky, and yet all the stars were still visible. He built a house on a hill side, a beautiful lush woodland around him with the lights in the distance. He found it amazing at what humans could do, and over the years he felt less and less ashamed of his past as he came to find out humans were just as destructive as he had been.
Alone, and getting lonelier, so far from the town, he went off seeking companionship. Something to get him by in this world so that he did not need to suffer alone. This world was cruel, and he was tired of seeing people hurt, so he took to a place that many should not. The black market slave sales. Here, he would meet his next love interest. A young girl, in her early-teens.
It boggled him at how this world could shun and be ashamed of the things he had committed, but yet ignored such things as children being enslaved. He could not believe it, and so, he did what he believed was right, and bought the young child, taking her home. He did what he could, using his powers to heal the marks and brands that had been put on the girl from her past owners, making sure she was well fed, and had a place to sleep.
As all things, it was a short time before he began to fall for the child. Secret be told, she was like him, she did not age, her appearance was what it was, and had been for a while. She was a demon in lack of better terms, one that was gentle, kind, and unable to use her destructive powers to harm.
He was never told of her past, he did not need to know, did not need to judge, nor did he care about all that she had done. He had been told that a person's past was just words on paper that was known as history. Though, it would have been nice to know about the knocking on the door that would be coming in later months. The girl had a sister, one who had been searching for her. The young man could not allow his new lover's sister to be left out in the cold and dangerous world. So as he had done to one, he did to the other.
The three fell for each other, over the years, but that was to be expected. Weird? Maybe, but then again when you live a sheltered life, one where the world looked down upon you, how can you not fall for people who care about you? Either way, they lived peacefully, even became married. It lasted several years, until the girls passed along. To this day, the young man still does not know why he didn't believe the girls when they said it would be short lived. He wanted to believe it would last, and sadly it hadn't. They had passed for their bodies, could no longer hold its form, contain their power, nor accept their life. They faded from existence in his arms, something even his power could not stop.
This drug him once more into a dark place, a place where even the help of multiple personalities could not aid in his cheering up. It Is sad, having your loved ones dying in your arms, its another to know that being not being alone doesn't make you happy when your chest feels as though it was torn apart and your heart is being squeezed.
His body split, what may have been personalities had come to life. Each a different person, a different outlook and a different goal. Rather then all of them being alone in this world, they decided to split, and seek their own happiness. That way, even if only one was capable of achieving such a thing, they at least one was happy and did not need to suffer with the rest of them.
It was good, for some time, but like everything else in this world, that all soon ended. The world was as cold to one as it was to many. So, they reformed, figuring it better to at least be together, rather then alone with no support. At this, they become isolated. Living there life alone.
This young man was no fool, he did not do what most did. He did not stop believing in love. Knowing all to well it could still happen. Love always seemed to have its way of doing that. Crawling its ugly self into that chest and into the hearts of so many that it would later tear apart. With happiness came sorrow, but the young man, had realized that happiness was always worth it in the end, no matter how much pain he suffered. Bad thing was, it had taken him the destruction of his family, his race, the death of his lovers, and a hundred years to realize this.
I guess I've wasted enough of your time, I better be going. Why you ask am I breaking the fourth wall? The wall between the reader and I? It's rather simple you see, there is nothing left to write, nothing new has happened, I started writing this not long ego, after it had all happened, and well you see. I can not write about something that I have not lived yet. So I'll tell you the name of the boy, Harutonko, now please excuse me, as I go to live life, to hopefully be able to write and tell you more in the years to come.
Don't be fooled by the picture, his tail isn't fluffy, and he isn't innocent.
*No vore(Haru will not eat or be eaten. Aside from that vore in group rps are allowed. Also, Ill try vampirism and soul if done in small segments.)*
Potential Mate: None, no one has bothered to stay around long enough in an rp that wasnt strictly sexual.