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18 / Male / Bi / King♠︎

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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)

Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.

Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.

My Future Plans

To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.

My Talents

Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.

Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.

This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!

Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.

Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.

My Ideal Partner

She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.

Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.

She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.

She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.

Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!

Height 6 feet Body Type Sexy and muscular 💪 rawr Smokes Smokes DEMONIC ENERGY Drinks water Drugs Just the ones in the food here Sign demons don't have birthdays Education Smart Occupation The King of Demons Income A lot Children NONE Pets The fifty million demons under my command Hobbies Writing poems, reading books, listening to music, playing video games

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01. WINE OR BEER

Wine. I'm very classy.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

No one would want to choose either of these choices

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Hot showers with others ;)

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

None

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

The one where there's biting ;)

Personality Type
ESTP-A

ENERGY52%
EXTRAVERTED
MIND66%
OBSERVANT
NATURE61%
THINKING
TACTICS58%
PROSPECTING
IDENTITY68%
ASSERTIVE

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That's for me to know and you to find out.

[no, he would never. . . the only reason he doesn't fervently deny the accusation is because he is pretty sure Kazuya already knows this about him. consensual use of mood-setting drugs only!!]

[either way, he grabs one of Kazuya's hands, flipping it around so his palm is facing upwards, and. . . plopping something soft and plush right on top]

All right. You can open them now.

[and sitting in Kazuya's hand is an awfully cute semi-personified stuffed hamburger. it has big glassy eyes and everything!!]

[it is 100% one of the toys that can be won in the arcade's crane games. they didn't have Jack Frost so this one will have to do]

Oh!

[Is the first reaction he has when he opens his eyes and sees the plush hamburger, sitting so cutely in his hands. It's soft to the touch, and makes him want to hug it.

So he does, laughing the entire time.]

I don't think anyone has ever actually gotten me a gift here like this.

[Not something tangible, not something innocent. He likes it.]

I'll have to return the favour...

[aw. . . well, heck. somehow, Akira hadn't expected a response nearly as genuine as that one. he kicks his toes against the ground, slightly sheepish, as his grin widens from cheek to cheek]

Nah. It's a gift, so there's nothing to repay.

Just give it a cute name and I'll be happy.

Maybe I wanna get yo a gift too. I didn't get a chance to do it before, so I have to make up for it now.

[Now comes the part where he's unsure if he wants to keep the toy with them as they walk (as cute as that'd be), or send it to his room for safekeeping on the shelf immediately... Maybe he'll cart it around for just a little bit.]

Burger-chan.

[It's dumb. It's silly. And yet he can't help himself...]

. . . oh. Well. That's okay, then. So long as it isn't repayment.

[he says with a satisfied nod. gifts do not need repayment, they come from the heart! at least, that's what he believes]

[ALSO. . . BURGER-CHAN. . . AKIRA IS SO CHARMED]

[solemnly]

Welcome to the world, Burger-chan. And now we celebrate your birth. . . with crepes.

[time to get into the crepe line!!]

Crepes do sound pretty good right now.

[He hasn't eaten yet! ... He doesn't really need to eat food food to begin with! But he does. Because he likes to pretend to be people. Shh.

Anyway, he'll follow Akira into the crepe line.

And the line parts like the red sea when a King shows up, people immediately clamouring to have Kazuya take their spot.

Can't go fucking anywhere without a scene, sorry, Akira.]

Ah...

[HELP. . . this time he doesn't seem too bothered by it, though.]

Ah. Your royal status pays off again.

[for. . . only Kazuya. because as Akira attempts to follow his companion to the front of the line, someone snags him by the back of the collar to stop him. Hey! No cutting!!]

Hn? But I'm with him--

[let him buy a guy a crepe!1]

Ah, he's with me!

[ Hold on, hold on! Kazuya is going to move back to grab Akira, by his hand to bring him along to the front of the line... Look at them! They're so cute!

People hate Akira because he gets to hold hands with a King.... Some even make hex symbols at him. Crazy. At least, they do until Kazuya chides them. ]

Be nice! He's my partner for this afternoon.

[ah, yes. this is familiar. Akira lets out a small snort as Kazuya tugs him to the front of the line, tone wry. but he accepts the save gratefully, giving the hand tucked in his a small squeeze]

Aha. . . it feels just like home.

[sans the hex symbols. nobody at Shujin did that to him]

No way, someone as charming and suave as you gets bullied at home?

[He never would have guessed... Outside of like, the normal friendly harassing one might expect from close friends.

Anyway, you're up, bucko! Time to pay the crepe man!]

[time to pay the crepe man! Akira is ordering strawberry for himself, before he nods at Kazuya to make his pick next, watch at the ready to fork over some chips]

"Bullied" makes it sound worse than it was. But when you've got a criminal record, people talk.

[despite everything, he sounds pretty nonchalant. like he is used to letting rumors wash off his back]

[Like hell he's not going to get a strawberry and chocolate crepe. Just to make Akira sweat a little with the add-ons. How could he not?]

So, bullied, but behind your back. Sorry, I'm not sure how anyone could believe that... You don't seem exceptionally intimidating, if I'm honest.

[Though, considering the people he'd ended up hanging around with... Maybe it makes sense that Akira can't match up to actual gang members who do Actual Murder.]

[hey!! what kind of date would he be if he cared about how much those add-ons cost!! he pays for both of their orders without any fuss, before collecting both crepes and handing Kazuya's over to him]

Thanks. That's on purpose.

[the carefully crafted nerdy exterior, complete with those smart-looking fashion glasses. . . like this, people underestimated him. he prefers it that way]

Honestly. . . it doesn't really bother me. [he rolls his shoulders back in a casual shrug] I don't care what other people think. It doesn't stop me from being. . . well. Me.

[Yep, he's taking that crepe and digging in immediately, listening to Akira as he talks.]

That's a good attitude to have when it comes to something like that. It doesn't make it easier to deal with, though.

[Not that he can speak from personal experience. He was always pretty well liked at school, it seemed.]

Well, I've hung out with worse criminals than you, so. You'd be like a baby to those guys.

[He's teasing. But it's also true.]

[incidentally, he has also hung out with worse criminals than himself. lookin' at you, Akechi!!]

[either way, that comment earns a wide grin. Akira also begins to dig into his crepe as he moves away from the stand, idly meandering through the rows of arcade games]

Tell me more about them?

[asked in a genuinely curious "tell me more about your friends" kind of way]

[And, of course, Kazuya follows dutifully beside him, as ever.]

Ah... Honestly, I don't know too much about them, but they were a gang called the Shibuya Daemons. I ended up crossing paths with their leader a few times, a guy named Kaido. Not exactly the kind of person you'd call a good guy, but he was well respected by his gang, and he did try to help people out where he could.

But he also had a pretty nasty mean streak too, if someone messed with the people he cared about or his gang.

Hn. . . so the kind of person who would fight to protect the things that were important to him, right?

[takes another bite of his crepe, idly lifting a hand to wipe a bit of whipped cream from the corner of his mouth. none of the arcade games must be interesting to him at the moment, because he isn't stopping to play any of them]

Did you ever wind up fighting him?

I don't know if that's it, but it's not wrong either. He values strength above all else, but he's not so nice as to not pick on people he thinks of as weak.

[ It's difficult to say really, where Kaido falls.

More in the line of demons, he thinks. Fitting for a gang leader named after them. ]

A few times. Even had a weird competition to see who could kill more demons faster.

[the world isn't black and white, and neither are the people who live within it. the way Kazuya describe Kaido. . . he sounds like a good example of this]

[lightly]

Did you win?

Of course I won. If Id lost, Id have had to give up my only means of self-defense. I couldn't let him win.

[ Not that Akira knows that, but it's worth saying anyway. He doesn't really have a competitive streak normally. ]

Your only means of self-defense. . .

[raising a brow as he finally stops in front of a zombie-themed shoot 'em up game. he is gonna finish off his crepe before snagging a controller, though]

You mean your ability to summon demons?

[ As someone not playing the game, Kazuya is very much content to eat his crepe at a much slower pace, finding a comfortable spot next to Akria as he gets ready to play. ]

Yeah. But before I became the King of Bel, I had to contract the demons I could use first, and had to summon them with something called a COMP. I've since lost my comp since I got here, but I retained my ability as King Of Bel to summon demons as I please without the need for one.

. . .

Lucky.

[NOT THAT AKIRA IS BITTER ABOUT HIS PERSONAS OR ANYTHING. . .]

[also it should be noted that even though the controller is just a fake gun, Akira holds it like someone with more than a passing familiarity with firearms. he flicks through the menu options quickly to start the game proper, squaring his stance as he aims the barrel of the controller at the screen]

But that does remind me. I've been meaning to ask you which demons you rely on the most.

[since they're supposedly similar to his Personas, he is curious about any possible overlap. or if Kazuya has demons he has never seen as Personas before!!]

Me, myself, and I.

[ lol relying on demons--

Kazuya watches Akira play, with surprising expertise consider how hard guns are normally to come by. Maybe he really is a criminal...]

If you're asking before I became King of Bel, then probably Garuda and Fafnir? Though Behemoth was one I often used too, since each race of demon have their own uses, especially in combat.

[help that response. Akira huffs in light amusement, head tilted slightly to the side as he watches the game start up in earnest]

Touche.

[say hello to the headshot, pixelated zombies]

I did mean before, though. Garuda and Fafnir are names I recognize.

[they make up two small pieces of the patchwork quilt that is his soul, although he has neither of them on him at the moment. as for the third. . .]

What's Behemoth like?

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me every time i miss a typo in my tags sobs

im always amazed the mods let me in when my typos are everywhere.... i have not improved

SHAKES HANDS, sometimes fingers just hit keys we don't want them to hit!!

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