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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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Comments

[belheir]

[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!

[survivaltricks]

[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.

[belheir]

[Instead, it's Kazuya who is flattened against that rock solid bed... Ouch.]

Hm... Charming is pushing it. [No, it's not.]

Maybe I just like being around you despite you being a pain?

[Akira is not a pain. Not at all. In any way, shape, or form.]

[survivaltricks]

[they really do need to leave. . . before housekeeping comes and makes the whole date incredibly awkward. but either way, Kazuya's response earns a breathy laugh from Akira, who then pushes himself upright to grin down on his companion. it's still cheeky! still playful! but there's something softer around its edges]

Yeah, well. . .

[. . . lifts one hand to brush a few stray locks of blue hair from Kazuya's forehead]

I like being around you, too. Even though you're always picking on me.

[belheir]

I'm not picking on you. You're the one who is putting yourself into these situations to begin with.

[Kazuya will push himself up next, giving a stretch after he does.]

C'mon though, lets get out of here.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira leans back to allow Kazuya to sit up, gaze instinctively tracing the lines of his companion's body as he stretches. long and thin. . . not really catlike, but for some reason Akira can imagine two fluffy ears flicking on the top of his head. . . that's a cute mental image]

[. . .]

Hey-- wait one second--

[he reaches out, fingers curling (very loosely) into Kazuya's shirt, to stop him from leaving just yet]

[belheir]

-- Yeah? What's up?

[He stops basically everything he's doing, when Akira grabs into his shirt like that. It might be a light grip, but Kazuya is none the less very patient.]

[survivaltricks]

[so patient. and thoughtful! he might be a huge tease, but never once has he made Akira feel like he is the butt of some kind of joke. Kazuya's sassier moments are tons of fun, but. . . the part of him that is willing to buy a guy a new mattress at the drop of a hat. . . to drag a stranger back to his room and feed him rice balls. . . to make life-altering decisions for the sake of protecting the people he loves and the world in which they live. . .]

[those parts are even better]

Hn. . .

[for a moment, Akira simply toys with the fabric of Kazuya's shirt, running it slowly between two fingers. but then, with a sudden rush of courage (a suddenly inhale and exhale, as though steeling himself), he tugs against that shirt to bring Kazuya closer]

[and then steals a (very chaste, actually fairly quick) kiss]

[belheir]

... Thief.

[He says, with not even a hint of admonishment immediately after Akira presses his lips to his own.

Kazuya's hands come up, cupping Akira's cheeks as he leans in, like he's going to return the kiss...

And then pulls on them, pulling away.]

C'mon, lets get outta here.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira's grin is wide enough to cut his features like a knife, softened only by the light dusting of pink on his cheeks that becomes more obvious once he pulls away]

Guilty as charged.

[even the fakeout-- though it does cause his breath to hitch a little in his throat-- doesn't seem to faze him, a laugh tumbling from his lips once he feels Kazuya playfully tugging against flushed skin]

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

[what a good day. what a good date!! it's almost a shame it's time for him to escort the king back to his castle]

[belheir]

[Kazuya moves off the bed, reaching for Akira's hand to tug him along and out the door, before realizing that, well. Akira is supposed to be the lead on this date. Akira is the one who has to cart him around.

So instead he swings their hands, peeking down the hallways for any sign of a mattress being delivered.

None yet! They're safe...]

Where to next? You're not seriously about to bring me back to my room now, are you?

1/2

[survivaltricks]

[the face of a man who was going to take Kazuya back to his room, thinking that the demon had had his fill of date-like shenanigans]

[survivaltricks]

-- of course not.

[THE FACE OF A MAN WHO IS PLEASED THAT IS NOT TRUE! fingers curl tightly around Kazuya's as Akira is tugged forward, a smile playing on his features]

Hm. . . it's late enough that I bet the garden is glowing now.

[last time they went during the day. going at night might be an entirely different experience!]

So let's head that way.

[belheir]

Oh? Fan of bioluminescence, are you?

[ Akira is the one who is supposed to be leading him! Its his idea of a date, after all. So Kazuya will stand pretty until Akira gets the idea to lead him along, through the hallways towards the garden. Towards the night prize of gently glowing plants. ]

[survivaltricks]

Who wouldn't be? I like the way the colors glow in the darkness.

[it doesn't take Akira long to tug against Kazuya's hand himself, guiding his companion towards the elevators so they can make their way to the top floor garden once again]

The only downfall is the fake sky.

[belheir]

Hmm. The sky is overrated.

[ He says, sticking his tongue out playfully.

But if Akira thinks that the way the colours glow in the darkness is cool, guess what happens when you bring a demon into a dimly lit space?

Well. Kazuya has never been much aware of it himself, but his iris' do glow, a soft blue-purple hue. It doesn't really emit light so to speak, but it is more noticeable in darker areas. ]

[survivaltricks]

[omg. just as playfully--]

You wouldn't be saying that if you could fly.

[. . . actually. can Kazuya fly? he is the King of Bel, after all. seems possible]

[the elevator ride to the top floor is relatively quick! and when they step outside into the "night" air, faux stars twinkling up above, it is then that Akira sees it]

-- oh.

[he steps in his tracks, leaning forward a bit to peer at Kazuya's eyes. it's very subtle but definitely more notable in the dark]

You glow, too.

[FOND]

[belheir]

I can fly, actually.

[He feels like maybe he shouldn't have said that? But it'd come out just because he can't help but to say things.

Still, there's a noticeable pause when Akira says that he glows...]

... And I glow?

[Hold on. He's patting himself down. Did someone spill glow in the dark paint on him while he wasn't paying attention, or...?]

[survivaltricks]

[Akira would address the whole I can fly thing, but right now? he's a bit too distracted by the soft light dancing in the backs of Kazuya's irises]

[his grin widens]

Your eyes do. Kind of.

[with all the boldness of someone who is swiftly learning that personal space means so little in a place like this, Akira tucks his fingers underneath Kazuya's chin, tilting his head up slightly]

You really never noticed before?

[because it's actually kind of beautifully, in a strange, ethereal way]

[belheir]

[... His chin is tilted upwards, and Kazuya just blinks in response, looking at Akira like he's gone and grown a second head. ]

Exactly how often donyou think I look in a mirror in the dark to figure something like that out?

[ Seriously... ]

[survivaltricks]

[A SNORT, and Akira's hand falls away, though he still grins with amusement]

I don't know. Seems like something that might happen on accident?

[tug tug, time to head towards the path of glowing plants!!]

But now you know to try it sometime.

[belheir]

[ He can't help but roll his eyes to the comment, but... Yeah. He'll have to definitely take a look in the dark sometime, though...

He really wished he wasn't so inhuman.

He lets Akira lead him around happily, however, taking in the sights of the glowing flora. It really is pretty...]

I'll think about it.

[survivaltricks]

[it is pretty! the glowing flowers illuminate their path in a sea of colors. from pink to purple to blue to yellow to orange. . . Akira slows his step as they walk, allowing himself a moment to admire the otherworldly flora]

[a small sideways glance at his companion. he'll think about it, huh. . .]

. . . does it bother you?

[belheir]

Does what bother me?

[ He can guess, but he wants to hear it from Akira, just in case he's wrong.

It's not particularly unknown that he doesn't much care for being a demon, but just in case. ]

[survivaltricks]

[lifts a hand to tap his own eyes-- or. well, the edges of his glasses, actually. Akira has certainly picked up on the fact that Kazuya would much rather be human. . . so perhaps having his pretty glowing irises pointed out is a sore spot and not a compliment. . .?]

Your eyes glowing a bit in the dark. It's okay if it does.

[Akira thinks they're nice, but what he thinks ultimately doesn't matter, and he knows it]