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18 / Male / Bi / King♠︎

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My Self-Summary

(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

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

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

ENERGY

52%

EXTRAVERTED

MIND

66%

OBSERVANT

NATURE

61%

THINKING

TACTICS

58%

PROSPECTING

IDENTITY

68%

ASSERTIVE

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[survivaltricks]

[lockdown. . .]

[. . .]

[lightly joking]

Did you bully him into it?

[and then, after a pause, he continues super casually, as though he is not gently prying for more information, trying to see what Kazuya is and is not willing to share about his adventures. because admittedly? Akira has been curious about them ever since his companion alluded to having made the choice to become Demon King to save humanity]

Actually. . . how'd you get involved with demons in the first place? That's not something your average student usually has to think about.

[neither are Shadows and Personas, Akira!! but that is neither here nor there]

[belheir]

No, all demons have to obey me, unless they otherwise have contracts. Kresnik and Mari fulfilled their contract to each other before I became the King of Bel, but he still stuck around to help her fight off other demons.

[Good news for Akira, because Kazuya is fond of him. Has been ever since his first arrival. It means that he gets to be privy to information that Kazuya doesn't quite care for other people to have.]

A combination of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and scheming on my cousins behalf. Though if it wasn't for that scheming, my friends and I would have probably been demon food long before we found out what was going on.

[survivaltricks]

[aaah. . . so it was the power of royal persuasion. that makes sense]

[said with a tiny bit of humor while another zombie explodes in a low-definition spray of red pixels on screen—]

That makes it sound more like "right place, right time" to me.

[or maybe a little bit of both. . . ? Akira sobers again afterwards]

What was going on? Something so huge it could affect not only the entirety of Tokyo, but the whole world?

[belheir]

I don't know about that.

[It's something he doesn't want, but has to have regardless, and he's made his peace with that. Even still he shakes his head.]

It's kind of a lot to explain, and I really don't know where I'd begin. I think I told you that the lockdown lasted a week, but demons had been coming into Tokyo prior for at least six months, and even a few years before that, the government had forcefully pushed a new PSE law that effected electronics, which meant they'd been in contact with the Angel's for some time.

[Kazuya sighs, and shrugs.]

I guess it was mostly that because demons were summoned to Tokyo, the angels got involved. And because the barriers that had protected Japan had been the weakest, that meant the stronger demons who were vying for the throne could come through too. And they had to, actually, to take the last remaining piece of Bel that was found only in the human world.

[Which would be him!]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . Akira doesn't even try to hide it: the way his features immediately twist in distaste, brows furrowed, gaze narrowed. . . and the particularly aggressive shot he takes at one poor shambling zombie on the screen. when it's put like that. . .? it sounds like Tokyo— and Kazuya in particular— were just. . . caught in the middle of some stupid conflict that didn't even involve them]

[he may not have the same overt distaste for demons that Kazuya seems to have, but. . . Akira can't stand gods and deities and supernatural beings who think they can overpower humanity to satisfy their own fucked up goals]

[. . .]

[it's not a particular difficult conclusion to make. not when Kazuya had referred to himself as the "King of Bel." but still. . . just to make sure. . .]

And that last piece. . .

. . . was it you?

[belheir]

Mhm. My part in all of this was decided for me before I was ever "Kazuya Minegishi".

[Maybe it's funny that he relaxes then, tone even as he continues to watch, takes note of the aggressive shot, but doesn't think too much of it. If Akira is getting upset on his behalf, there's no need. He's already taken out his frustrations and then some, gotten his payback for things that he shouldn't have had to deal with, and now he's taking the consequences of them.]

The power Of Bel... Babel, Beldr, Belial, Jezebel, Belzaboul, Belberith, and all of the other demons crowned with the title of "Bel". It's pretty obvious to see what those have in common, right? So what do you think my name would be, following that line?

[survivaltricks]

[it's not the first time Akira has found his anger rising on Kazuya's behalf. it probably won't be the last. but Kazuya has a funny way of dispelling that anger by being so. . . level when talking about what happened to him]

[Akira exhales. the embers simmer. another zombie goes down as he replies, tone perfectly even]

. . . Abel.

[he knows his mythology well enough to give that answer fairly confidently]

[belheir]

Mhm. My cousin is Cain.

[So that probably makes it clearer than anything else he could possibly say regarding the matter, how it concerned him even though he should just be some random stranger. How he was pulled in since long, long ago. Before he was even born in his current life.]

If it was something you were considering asking, I don't hate him. Not for any of it.

[survivaltricks]

[another exhale. a few mechanical, musical notes chime in the air as the game screen flashes YOU WIN!! at them both. it's a respectable score, but not high enough for the leaderboard. Akira has never been that good]

[he slots the controller back into its holster, before leaning his hands against the entire console, shoulders hunched. I don't hate him, Kazuya says. and of course he doesn't. his heart is too kind, willing as it is to feed and care for so many people in the resort. it's not like Akira hates Akechi, either. so it's not as though. . . he doesn't understand]

[but what Akira doesn't— and what he may never understand, fueled by righteous rage as he always has been, is how Kazuya remains so even, so relaxed, about the shitty hand that a couple of deities and fate decided to hand him. he told Akira that he hadn't a choice in becoming the Demon King. it is only now that Akira understands the full breadth of those words]

[. . .]

[ugh. he wishes. . . there was something he could do]

. . . you're a good guy, Kazuya. You've been through so much, but you're still looking after everyone else first.

[in the end, all he has are words of encouragement. of quiet admiration, knowing that if he were in the same situation, he would not be nearly as graceful]

Let me buy you another crepe.

[belheir]

It's really nothing, you know... I'm just trying to do what my friends would expect of me.

[To do good, despite being something categorically evil. To look after people, when the urges of a Bel demon are to destroy and take. No matter what happens, he wants to be someone his friends can remember as someone who did good, despite everything.

That's the most important thing to him. Even if he might slip sometimes, as long as he can course correct, isn't that what matters the most?]

And it's alright... I'm kind of full.

[Yes, one crepe really does do him in...]

[survivaltricks]

[as far as Akira is concerned, he is doing a pretty damn good job of it, too]

Mmm. And I think one round was enough for me.

[he suddenly doesn't feel like playing arcade games anymore. a final breath, and Akira pushes away from the console, flashing his companion a lopsided smile]

Let's get out of here.

[belheir]

Really? You'd been doing pretty well...

[To stop after only one round... He wonders what the reasoning is, or if Akira really just wasn't feeling it all that much to begin with.

Ah well. He doesn't mind, either way. He's perfectly content to follow after him and just hang out wandering around.]

Where'dya wanna go?

[survivaltricks]

[most of the places in the resort are so gaudy and loud. . . after that heartfelt conversation, Akira wants to go somewhere. . . quiet. the gardens upstairs are always a peaceful option, but they have already been there. even if that technically wasn't a date]

You haven't seen my swanky rank three suite yet, have you?

["swanky." yes he is aware that it is not, in any way imaginable, actually swanky]

We can hang out there. I don't have food, but I still have that coffee maker you gave me.

[belheir]

I can make a guess at what it looks like.... I was a rank 3 when I arrived, you know. Same rank and suit, actually.

[... He wonders if Akira maybe got his old room, somehow. Wouldn't that be funny?

... Either way, wherever Akira leads, he'll happily go.]

And it's alright, like I said, I'm not terribly hungry. I'm just here to spend time with you on our date.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . for some reason, that simple statement-- I'm just here to spend time with you on our date-- brings something warm to Akira's chest. why would that be? ah, no. . . he knows why. it's because he's not-so-secretly a sap]

[his grin widens, the dusting of something pink starting on the edges of his cheeks]

Picture your old suite, then hold your breath as you prepare to be surprised by all of the upgrades I made.

["UPGRADES". . . HOW DOES ONE UPGRADE A RANK 3 SUITE?? at any rate, he holds his hand out to Kazuya, fingers extended, features practically sparkling]

I have practice upgrading spaces from my attic bedroom back home.

[belheir]

... Upgrades...?

[... Did he hang up a painting, or something? Put some of those glow in the dark star stickers on his ceiling...?]

Man, an attic bedroom? Talk about rough... Especially if it was small enough that you're good at decorating a rank 3 room.

[survivaltricks]

[IT'S A MYSTERY!! though Kazuya will find out soon enough as Akira guides them towards the elevator to the lobby. . . which leads to the stairs to the basement. . .]

Hey, I liked that attic bedroom. [maybe this explains a lot about Akira's taste in resort accommodations] It holds a lot of nice memories. And it was only a little drafty in the wintertime.

[belheir]

Like it or not, you should have at least had a real bedroom...

[Like, come on. That's the bare minimum, isn't it? It's one thing if it had been an issue like "Oops! Sorry! Your bedroom isn't ready yet, can you stay up there until it is?" but the way Akira talks makes him firmly believe that he'd lived in an attic bedroom for some time.

Kind of horrible, honestly.]

[survivaltricks]

[earnestly]

It was a real bedroom.

[and there is no hiding the fondness in his voice. sure, the attic had felt like punishment at first. a bit like Sojiro was shoving him out of sight and out of mind because he was an inconvenience. but. . . the longer he stayed there. . . the more positive memories he came to associate with the dusty space, tucked warmly above his absolute favorite cafe as it was. . .]

[the more he felt like it was always meant to be his home]

It was the attic to a coffee and curry cafe, too. So when I was hungry, I could just go downstairs and raid the restaurant kitchen.

[belheir]

[ Akira speaks fondly about the room he had, but Kazuya is still solidly of the opinion that it should have been a real room. Perks of being there or not, he doesn't believe anyone should be relegated to sleeping in an attic. Especially over a shop...?

Jeeze.

Then again, it's not really for him to decide on whether or not Akira liked his accommodations, so he just shakes his head a little before moving on. ]

Well, either way, I guess it's nice to have your own space and not have to share.

[survivaltricks]

[the funny thing is Kazuya isn't wrong. . . it should have been a real room. . . but Akira is, if anything, very adaptable!]

Technically, I did share it with my talking cat.

[things Morgana would be pissed about for one hundred yen, but Akira genuinely has no idea how to describe what the heck his companion is without using the c-word, so. . . sorry Morgana. please forgive him]

[also! they have finally made it to the basement! Akira unlocks his front door with a quick flick of his watch, pushing it open to reveal. . . a pretty dinky rank three suite. but he has decorated it with glow-in-the-dark stares on the ceiling! there are cute little crane-game stuffies laid out on a "desk" protruding from the wall, including some octopus-shaped sausage, a frog with a top hat, and a round li'l cat. the coffee maker Kazuya gifted him rests on his nightstand alongside a hot plate]

[and finally, there's a damp spot on the ceiling. . . though no water drips from it. yet]

Tah-daaaaaah.

[belheir]

... Like a nekomata...?

[He is, in fact, picturing Nekomata, the demon. Even if it calls itself something different, a talking cat is pretty sterotypically a demon!

... But Kazuya is going to take a quick moment to look around the room, and... Honestly it does look nicer than what he remembers, but then again he'd never actually invested any time into making his look good. He'd either spent his time in Weiss' room or wandering the resort, so...

Well, the water damage could stand to be fixed, but even Kazuya doesn't have enough sway to get a lower rank room fixed up like that. So instead he'll just move over to Akira's bed, making himself comfortable on it quick quickly and-

It's as hard as a rock.

Yep.

Just like he remembers.]

Beautiful.

[Said with an incredibly flat, unimpressed tone.

Sorry, Akira...]

[survivaltricks]

Nope, but I bet he wishes he was as tall as her.

["her" and not "one" because he too is thinking back to Nekomata. she was one of his favorite Personas to use back when he was still building up his strength for her dexterous speed and ability to inflict fear on his opponents. and for no other reason at all!!]

[Akira watches as Kazuya settles himself comfortably onto the bed, a small laugh tumbling from his lips as he flops onto the mattress beside his companion, landing with arms splayed to the sides]

You've been living the high life for so long you've forgotten what it's like for us peons.

[he sounds 100% amused and not an ounce offended]

nts this is the date thread sweats

[belheir]

[... If not a Nekomata, then... ]

Kabuso?

[ That's a small cat demon! ]

Or Cait Sith?

[ This is just him idly wondering as he lays on the rock solid mattress, only to make a face as the bottle he'd brought along in his back pocket digs into his hip...

With a bit of wiggling, he procures it, dropping it on the bed and getting as comfy as he can once more.

No, it seems he wasn't lying about bringing lube. Which is fine, he doubts Akira has any here of his own.]

Isn't that why you said you were going to steal me away? Because I've lived in luxury too long?

staples a post-it with "date" onto this one

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god Kazuya actually brought the lube. . . . . . . . the assumption that Akira has none is correct, considering all of his encounters so far-- all two of them-- haven't gone that far]

[Akira stares at it for a few silent moments, trying to ignore the way heat gathers on his face, before he shakes himself out of his momentary stupor and just. . . snatches up the container, turning it around in his hand like it's some kind of fidget toy]

Neither. [CASUALLY] He's the remnants of humanity's hope crystallized into a cat-shaped guide for me.

[the Velvet Room's last-ditch attempt at giving Akira an edge over Yaldabaoth before the malicious god had taken it over]

And that's true; I did say that. [a tiny little grin, impish around the edges] Maybe I should be holding you for ransom?