Yashika and Icewing

[Icewing]

A Private Roleplay between Yashika and Icewing about demons, priestesses, and whatever else comes to their minds.
Please, no posting unless your name is Yashika or Icewing, as you probably already gathered from the title.
Rules are the standard forum rules.

[Icewing]

Full Name: Aoi Takashita
Meaning: Aoi is a Japanese name meaning 'Hollyhock Flower'. It is also the Japanese word for 'Blue'.
Nickname: Aoi. Call him anything else, and you're dead.
Age Appearance: He appears to be a young adult in his twenties, but, is probably somewhere around the age of 170, which is actually quite young for a demon.
Birthday: December 13th
Species: Demon
Gender: Male

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Black, although, more often than not, there are some slightly unnatural streaks of colour in it.
Hair Style and Length: His hair is waist length, and Aoi almost always wears it in a pony tail. His bangs are always out of the ponytail, and usually hang in front of his eyes. His bangs are long enough to brush his nose in the front of his face, and reach just past his shoulders at the sides of his face.
Eye Color: Aoi has dark blue eyes, which possibly gave him his name. His eyes are almond shaped, almost looking as if he had Asian heritage, save for the colour.
Outfit: Aoi goes with the typical 'I'm a badass demon' look, and will never wear anything other than black cloaks that he thinks make himself look fierce and demonic. Sadly, Aoi has never realized that cloaks look like dresses, and dresses are for girls. Nor has he ever looked in a mirror and realized that cloaks make him look more like a girl than a frightening demon. Apart from his cloak, Aoi will wear long lace up sandals that are Roman style, meaning the laces go up to his knees. Aoi's face is almost always hidden by the hood of his cloak whenever he goes out in public.
Distinguishing Marks: Horns growing out of his head that wrap around the back of his head, the tips by his chin, much like ram's horns. His horns are one of the reasons why he often wears a hood when walking around in public.
Skin Color: Dark mahogany brown.


PERSONALITY

First Meet Them: He is very rude and doesn't quite understand what manners are. He is also very jumpy and cautious, and has no qualms about killing if he thinks he is in danger or is purely bored. He is also very prideful, and dislikes accepting help from people.
After you know them: He is pretty much the same, although you also realize just how prideful he is. He will never accept help, least of all from friends. Aoi tends to cuss more than a sailor when he's in a bad mood, so it's generally not a good idea to upset him. Aoi is vain and easily insulted.
Favorite Color(s): Black and blood red. And sometimes, blue, depending on his mood.
Favorite Food(s): Blood. Actually, not really, but he will always say that to strike fear in your heart. His true favourite food is actually avocado. He is obsessed with avocado, and giving some to him is the number one way to make him your somewhat-friend, at least, until he eats the avocado.
Favorite Animal(s): He says he doesn't have one, and it's probably right. Still, fluffy kittens seem to distract him a lot.
Favorite Instrument(s): Transverse Flute and Bass.
Hobbies: Being demonic and wreaking havoc.
Class/Rank: A third-level demon, so not the most powerful, but not exactly weak either.
Soft spot/Vulnerability: Blood. It makes him queasy.
Music Type: Death Metal and JRock.

ROMANCE

Gentlemen or Klutz: He's never actually attempted to get into a romantic relationship, so, probably, klutz.
Protective: Not really.
Kids?: Nononononononononononono.
Marriage?: Nononononononononononono.
Good or Bad Decisions?: Probably bad decisions, but, he is a demon, afterall. Making bad decisions is his job.
Romantic?: Not by any stretch of the imagination.
Dream Date: Um...

Past Lover(s): None
Current Lover: None
Reaction to Meeting Someone New: He's immediately on defensive, and, more often than not, toys with the idea of killing them.
How Sociable?: Very anti-social. Sociable is not the word that describes Aoi.
Friends: A couple of lesser demons, although he sees them as minions.
Pets: None
Least Favorite Type of Person: Everyone.
Favorite People: No one
Least Favorite People: Everyone

[Yashika]

Full Name: Zena Takara
Meaning: One variation is "guest, stranger" and the other is "life of Zeus; Belonging to Zeus" (She is of Greek and Japanese descent)
Age Appearance: She appears to be in her early twenties, which works because she is Twenty-One.
Birthday: January 2nd
Species: Human
Gender: Female

Appearance(s)
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Personality
First Meeting Her: She will be rather quiet, somewhat antisocial until something comes up that allows her to 'bloom' and really show more of herself. When someone gets to know her pretty well and they are still in teh beginning of a 'friendship', they'll see that she's a very kind hearted, selfless young woman who tries to put others before herself. But there is also a great sense of mystery behind her
After Getting to know her: She will still most likely be the same, but there will be aspects of her personality that will be accessed. She will allow those closer to her to know her most personal secrets, her desires.. She doesn't just give away any sort of personal information like that unless she really knows that she can trust someone fully. That being told, she has some trust issues and is always on her toes when meeting people, just in case.
Favorite Colours: She loves the colour purple especially, as well as any light pastels. She finds them to be very peaceful.
Favorite Foods: Sushi, although the one thing she could eat all day and every day would have to be the Pomogranite fruit. Ever since she was a young child, she would often beg and plead her mother and father to fetch one for her on her birthday, so she has grown to cherish it more than before.
Favorite Animals: She adores dogs.
Favorite Instruments: Possibly the Ocarina, she could sit there for hours and just play it.
Hobbies: Playing her Ocarina, helping others around the village or the area, reading, singing, weaving.
Class/Rank: She is a very powerful priestess despite her young age compared to many others.
Vulnerable at: She is very vulnerable to the idea of children being in danger, or anyone for that matter.. Her powers as a oruestess will be rendered useless if a miasma has been placed into the air. She won't be poisoned, but her powers will end up being greatly suppressed.
Music type:

Romance
Young Lady or Rebel?: Zena is quite a lovely young woman to be around, although when it comes to romance she's not very sure about how to approach it since..She has always been told that it was 'wrong' to try and love another when it was her job to protect all.
Protective?: Not as much as she is loyal, but she does want to ensure that those she cares for are safe and out of harm's way.
Kids: She'd favor it, but because of her profession... She doubts it'll ever happen.
Marriage: Again, favorible but probably won't happen.
Good Or Bad Decisions?: She tries her best to make good decisions and tries influencing others to do the right thing whenever possible.
Romantic?: She is a sucker for it so perhaps.
Dream Date: She'd be too embarrassed to tell...

Past Lover(s): Absolutely None
Current: None at all
Reaction to meeting someone new:
How Sociable?: Quite.
Friends: The people in her nearby village.
Pets: A baby Shiba Inu that she has named Koryu.
Least Favorite Type of Person: Those who do things to purposely hurt others
Favorite People: She doesn't like to play favorites..
Least Favorite People: Evil people..

[Yashika]

It was like any other day in the life of a priestess. Get up, get dressed, clean up around her small home before she was out and ready to do a few more things before she would head off to visit the villagers.

Pushing long strands of her hair back, Zena smiled softly and took a look out of the window. It looked like a lovely sunny day, although she knew that later that night it was to rain. She could sense it. Taking hold of a bow and arrow, while cringing slightly at the feel of it in her hand, Zena was off to collect medicinal herbs. After that she would check on the village children and transition around.

Although, as she drew closer to the village and away from her home, Zena couldn't help but feel as if..Something else was wrong. It wasn't so much a matter of the weather but bordered on the line of supernatural and evil. She kept her eye out for anything that could be causing that feeling, that aura. But Zena would make sure to make it look like she was completely helpless.

Her mind was already buzzing with a small itinerary in mind, as always. She liked being on top of things and tried her best to tackle problems as they arose. She felt her legs coming to a hault as the wind picked up and tousled her long chestnut locks in a playful dance of spring.

(Hope this is alright, I didn't wanna put too much and scare you off or something.. xD;; But I do warn you, my posts may get as long as my bio if I REALLY get into it. C; )

[Icewing]

(It's fine if your posts are long, it'll give me something to aspire to. One of the reasons why I love roleplaying with literate role-players is because then I have excuse to force myself to post long things)
Aoi walked down the nearly-empty labyrinth of allies in the city, his hood pulled high over his head so that all someone would be able to see was the tip of his chin. There was a suspicious red stain on Aoi's cloak that he would say was blood, but it really looked more like Aoi had gotten into a fight with a bottle of ketchup. Of course, knowing Aoi lacked most table manners, this probably was a very likely theory.

Suddenly, a rubber bouncy-ball came bouncing down one of the allies, hitting Aoi in the side of the head through a gravity-defying feat. Aoi caught the ball in one hand, before throwing it back in the direction it had come from. There was a yelped that could very well have come from a child aged six or seven being hit in the head with a small rubber ball. Ignoring this, Aoi continued walking down the street.

Suddenly, he heard a quiet meow. A scruffy tabby kitten was sitting on the front step of a house, looking pathetic in the way only kittens can. Aoi almost walked over to pet it. No! Stop! You are a demon! Demons kick kittens, they don't try to hug them! he shouted at himself mentally, immediately forcing himself to walk away from the kitten a's if it carried the plague. Not that the plague actually made Aoi sick.

(Sorry that my post is überly short, but Da is going to yell at me if he catches me roleplaying when I'm supposed to be doing my math homework)