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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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Ah. Right.

[squints one eye shut playfully, tongue poking past his lips]

Just warn a guy first, so I can prepare myself. If it hurts I'll be a huge baby about it.

[. . . absolutely no part of Akira thinks Kazuya would take a bite out of his immortal soul, fwiw. MACABRE HUMOR BETWEEN FRIENDS]

Isn't it better if I don't? That way it'll be like ripping off a bandaid.

[ Macabre humour does make things more entertaining than just sitting here in silence. He's not really a verbally affectionate person, but this? Just having someone have their head in his lap as he plays with their hair?

That's perfect, honestly.

Though part of him wishes their spots were reversed. Though he might have started dozing by now, if that was the case. ]

[one day. . . Kazuya will also experience the pleasure of head-in-lap hair pets. the cat in Akira is showing as he soaks them all up for himself]

Maybe I also want to make sure you don't take too much? I am still using it.

[lifts a hand to PLAYFULLY poke at Kazuya's nose. boop]

[Playfully, he clinks his teeth at those fingers, purposefully missing.]

You don't trust me?

I trust you.

[waggling his fingers at Kazuya with arched brows]

To want a second taste.

Aren't you awfully confident you'll be delicious to begin with... Impressive.

Hey. A guy deserves to be a little confident in himself, don't you think?

And what if I take a bite and you're the worst tasting thing I've ever put in my mouth, huh? Wouldn't that be embarrassing after you hyped yourself up like that?

[Innuendo... Just a little! As a treat!]

[wags a brow!!]

I'm immune to embarrassment.

[HE IS NOT. but it's true his threshold is pretty high]

Is that so...?

[ Hm. Now comes the part where he has to decide if he wants to put effort into embarrassing Akira or not.

He certainly looks pretty contemplative. ]

[perfectly evenly]

If you're wondering if that was a challenge. . . it was.

[and then he sticks out his tongue. rude!!]

Noted.

[... That's it? That's all he says to him, after Akira says it was indeed a challenge?

Yep.

Kazuya is more of a long term planner. Akira's embarrassment won't happen now, or even necessarily in the near future. ]

... Your bed sucks, by the way.

[ His ass is getting sore just sitting on the unyielding brick that Akira is forced to call a bed. ]

[that's okay. playing the long game is much better, anyway!! and the sudden shift in subject has Akira laughing, rolling onto his side to press his face against Kazuya's stomach as his shoulders shake with each chortle]

Your poor, sensitive kingly back.

Buy me a new mattress if you hate it that much.

Done.

[ Akira laughs against his stomach, but Kazuya is already informing house keeping to change out Akira's rock solid mattress for something more Kingly, tapping away at his watch to do that. ]

They'll be here in a few minutes to switch it out. Wanna vacate so we don't have to watch them fumble with it?

[. . . hello??]

[the laughter stops abruptly as Akira flops onto his back again so he can stare up at Kazuya in open bewilderment??]

-- you actually did it?

[HELLO???]

Of course I did. Did you seriously think I wouldn't?

[ Akira is his friend! And what's the point of being a King rank if not to spoil his friends? It's part of the whole reason he ranked up in the first place....]

[YES. . .]

[Akira sits up abruptly, if only because doing so hides the light splash of embarrassed red flooding his cheeks. it's weird!! having people do nice things for him!! and for a brief moment there, he forgot that part of the joy of being a king for Kazuya was "doing nice things for his friends."]

Well. . .

. . . thanks.

[. . . AHEM. he clears his throat a little before hopping off of the bed]

I guess I should get you back, shouldn't I? I did promise to return you at the end of the night.

... Wow. I didn't realize how easy you'd be.

[ And he does sound surprised! And impressed. Sorry, Akira. Even if you hide your face, emotions have potent scents to demons. He's like a little emotional scenting bloodhound. ]

This wasn't even my plan to embarrass you at all.

[ Sorry, did Akira say it was time to bring him back??? ]

[a little too quickly]

-- I'm not embarrassed!

[he is a little embarrassed]

Just. . . surprised. It totally doesn't count.

Hm..

[ Akira isn't that far away, so he grabs him by the shirt pulling him in close and pressing his nose to his neck, inhaling.

And then lets him go, pulling back a little.]

Nah. That is embarrassment I smell.

[opens mouth. closes it again. opens it. being as close to Akira's neck as he is, Kazuya may also be able to feel the frantic beating of his pulse underneath his skin]

[but only for a second, before Akira throws both arms around Kazuya's neck to pull him into a HEADLOCK]

Your nose is playing tricks on you. . .!

[Kazuya make a noise of surprise as he is grabbed and put into a headlock?? Hello?

But then he just laughs, gently shoving at Akira with no real intent to get out. If there was, there wouldn't be an issue... Sorry, buddy.]

And that rapid beating of your heart... Am I just imagining it?

[can't believe Akira is being BULLIED like this!! in retaliation, Kazuya gets an aggressive noogie, because Akira has got to take advantage of his upper hand while he still has it (read: while Kazuya still deigns to give it to him)]

Hm? What heart? I don't know what you're talking about--

[Akira everyone has a heart including you]

[They're definitely just clowning around. It feels right. It feels normal, as Kazuya laughs and laughs, still playfully shoving at Akira.]

You can't fool me! You're not nearly as cool as you try and pretend to be. I can tell you're embarrassed and just trying to cover it up with aggression!

[the noogie ends, and Akira winds up draping himself across Kazuya's back, arms resting loosely against his shoulders. no more headlocks!!]

Yeah, but you don't mind it. [if he did Akira would be FLAT ON HIS BACK right now] In fact, I bet you think it's charming.