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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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[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?

[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]

-- 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.

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. ]

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.

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. ]

[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]

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...?]

[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]

[... 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... ]

[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.

[ 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.

[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?

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. ]

[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]

I don't care for it, no. But it doesn't exactly bother me either.

[It's strange. Sometimes he's fine with it, sometimes he isn't. Maybe it's because that specific trait had come as a surprise to him that it'd caught him off-guard and made him a little uncomfortable.

Weird.]

It's nice to know that you like it, though.

[Since what Akira said did come from a genuine place, it makes it easier on him than having it just pointed out as a weird quirk.]

[it might be a strange contradiction, and yet. . . Akira understands. few things in the world were black and white, and that certainly included human (and it is solidly human, despite Kazuya being a demon) emotion]

[a small laugh, and he gives their entwined hands a little swing]

I thought they were pretty. That's all.

[but he won't harp on it. THOUGH. . . THIS DOES MAKE HIM WONDER. . .]

Can I ask you about flying? Or would you rather not talk about that, either?

[He gives a thoughtful hum, swings their hands a little, before Akira comes back to another point that he'd made unwittingly.

Ah, well. He supposes that's a fair question, and it's nice that he's considering his feelings in the matter too, so he just shrugs.]

I have wings.

[Simple, no muss, no fuss. Though that also opens up the question of where said wings are, doesn't it? So he's forced to continue on.]

Rather, I can manifest them at will. Very demonic. Very cool.

[oh my god. that's so fucking rad. but out of politeness and consideration for Kazuya's discomfort over his demonic aspects, Akira will not ask to see them. EVEN THOUGH HE WANTS TO]

Extremely cool?? Do you ever go flying just for fun?

[just to feel the wind in his hair? to admire the vastness of the open sky in front of him??]

No.

[??? It's a pain in the butt!!! However:]

Do you wanna see 'em?

[Since Akira is so seemingly enamoured with the concept of having wings.... And because Kazuya likes him enough to show him to begin with.]

[. . . !!!!!]

Yes.

[IMMEDIATE RESPONSE. but he does follow it up with:]

But you don't have to show me if you don't want to.

[it may be less the concept of having wings and more. . . the thought of flying, for him. after all, nothing feels more like freedom than the sky, right? or maybe that's just him!!]

I'm offering because I like you enough to.

[So! Take that W, Akira!

Kazuya shakes his hand free of his, and exhales softly as he moves to remove his shirt. It's a small part of the reason he just doesn't, aside from the fact that they're large and unwieldy. It'd be such a pain to wander around this place with wings, even if they were firmly folded against his back the entire time. Plus, it's a little weird wandering around shirtless, you know?

Either way, it doesn't take too long before darkness seems to coalesce and take shape at his back, hazy at first like a thick, black fog, before the wings become solid at his back. They're more traditionally demonic than one might expect, leathery like a bats and smooth, soft and velvety to the touch, should Akira decide to.

Kazuya invites him to do so, of course.]

You can feel them if you want, just be careful... I don't have them out often, so they're pretty sensitive to touch.

[somehow, it hadn't occurred to Akira that wing summoning would require shirt removal. but now that he thinks about it, that garment would probably get in the way, wouldn't it? or at the very least, the wings would shred it to pieces]

[and so he politely averts his gaze while Kazuya undresses, only turning it back when shades of darkness dance in the corners of his vision. he watches as wings appear amidst dark black smoke, mouth parting slightly in open and honest awe]

Wow. . .

[at the invitation to touch, Akira starts, surprised at the offer. but it isn't one he turns down as he reaches out with a careful hand, brushing his knuckles against the velvety drapes between the boning]

. . . very impressive, Kazuya.

[There's a minor flinch at first contact, but other than that, he stays remarkably still for the rest of those curious touches. Like the rest of him, the wings are warm to the touch, and soft beneath his knuckles.]

Right? Fastest way around Makai is to fly, so I had to get good at it pretty fast, honestly. Otherwise I'd be stuck walking, or riding other demons. Not a very kingly image being carried by Garuda, you know?

[the gentle brush of Akira's knuckles continues towards one of the wing's bones, where he then allows fingers to trace up and down the more solid structure, openly curious. he's mindful of Kazuya's reactions to each and every touch, prepared to pull back if he accidentally hits something he shouldn't]

[a lightly amused huff at the comment about Garuda]

Nope. Not at all. I can admire a king who takes matters into his own hands, too.

[and doesn't just rely on his lackies to cart him around]

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