Aug 11, 2018 13:28:39 GMT -6
Takumi Satou vision without action is a daydream. action without vision is a nightmare. general info
appearance Being half Japanese and half Canadian, Takumi bears a unique blend of both Eastern and Western characteristics. His height is somewhat short, standing only at 5’8” with a lean build and moderate muscle definition. Unkempt sandy blond hair adorns his head with bangs usually falling haphazardly about his face. It is a trait he considers himself fortunate to have taken after his mother, but he has his father’s gentle, honey brown eyes and soft smile. Takumi’s skin is certainly fair, despite his love for nature he usually brings an umbrella with him as he is prone to sunburn. The gentle quality of his features pervades throughout his person; his hands are slender and often ink-stained, while his left hand is typically bandaged across the palm. His legs account for the majority of his height. Takumi walks with grace and fluidity in his motions, though if asked he would likely attribute it to being lost in thought...assuming he did not trip over something first. On a typical day at work, Takumi tends to lean more towards the casual end of “business casual”. He will tolerate slacks and a button down shirt, but abhors ties and prefers sneakers to formal footwear. At home, he rarely lays about in anything but pajamas. His sleepwear usually consists of flannel pajama pants and an oversized crewneck. But on occasions Takumi has free time for shopping or other public activities he dresses comfortably and casually. Like any typical writer he owns his fair share of sweaters and skinny jeans, as well as a few humorous graphic tees. He also has a great love for scarves and other knitted accessories. The only time Takumi tends to break from his cosy wardrobe is when he is outside writing. For visits to the scenic areas of the Calico Forest or Crow Feather Park, Takumi prefers more traditional attire, a sort of reminder of home. He owns a few different kimonos of simple design which he brought from Japan when he moved. His best kimono, which he proudly has set aside only for special occasions, is decorated with intricate Japanese maple leaves as autumn is his favorite season. Finally, you will never see Takumi without his trusty moleskine notebook, standard pen, and a water brush pen filled with ink, often tucked in an old messenger bag. personality
Takumi is what many would consider a gentle soul. He appreciates the small beauties in life and while he has many ambitions for the future, his desires are simple. Wealth, fame, and power hold little worth to him in favor of satiating his curiosity. An inquisitive nature coupled with being highly intelligent make Takumi’s mind a force to be reckoned with. History is his passion, and he intends to be the one to document as much of the action going on in Lorsette as possible from a neutral position. And if that means breaking a few rules along the way? Well, it is all in the name of truth. However, if his curiosity was to get the better of him and he found himself in a dangerous situation, Takumi would not hesitate to turn tail and run. He is timid, bordering on cowardly, and knows when he is outmatched. He figures it is better to live to see another day and continue his writing than die for the sake of getting up close and personal in Lorsette’s conflicts. That being said, Takumi is empathetic and somewhat selfless with regards to others. If he were to come across someone in danger he would no doubt use the little power he had to help them. Despite being a nosy airhead and a complete klutz, Takumi is a genuinely decent person that is always eager to learn something new about the world around him and the beings that inhabit it. abilities Lexiconicy - Major - Intermediate Takumi’s main ability of lexiconicy is one that has been passed down through the Satou family bloodline for generations. The basic concept is that through the blood and breath of the wielder, one is able to bring words to “life”; a sort of temporary, pseudo state of existence. With paper and a combination of sumi ink and blood the user writes the kanji for an object or a desired effect, places the paper between the lips and blows. The words are then transferred from the paper and into the air to breathe into “life”, however the creation is often somewhat unnatural in appearance. Typically colors are muted, if not black and white for beginners, and there is always a subtle parchment-like texture. All creations, while solid, are more breakable than their real counterparts. Their durability depends heavily on the focus of the creator. Living creations have wills of their own, and while they regard their maker as their master they are by no means puppets of their creators (despite being unable to speak or otherwise communicate as they are merely ink). Within the Satou family the ability is roughly mastered by the early forties. A master is capable of summoning creations over twenty feet tall, maintain creations while resting in a meditative state, nearly match the durability of the actual mimicked object, and mastery of controlling blood-based creations. Supposedly they are not limited to paper and can write on any surface that could hold the form of the kanji and still produce a creation by simply blowing on the surface. Takumi is far from this level of technique and will likely not achieve it, at least not anytime soon. Every word that is brought to life takes not only complete focus to maintain, but a certain amount of energy. It is entirely possible for the wielder to exhaust themselves to the point of loss of consciousness when the ability is excessively used. The blood within the ink connects the power of the maker to the creation, and the more blood, the stronger the bond and the less taxing on stamina. But the creations also tend to be more lifelike and unruly. Only masters of the Satou lexiconicy gift are capable of effectively using blood. Takumi has little desire to even attempt using solely his blood as ink, not only because large amounts of gore make him squeamish, but as he sees little need for it outside of a life or death situation with no escape. There are three factors that can make a word more difficult, if not impossible to summon, if it is pushing the user’s limits and skill range: size of the desired creation, if the word is a living/moving being, and if it holds specific qualities or abilities. For example, at Takumi’s ability level, he would struggle to produce anything larger than roughly eight to ten feet and that object would certainly not be alive and able to move. Producing a living creature like a plant or animal is also somewhat difficult, and humanoid or doppleganger takes nearly all his strength and attention to maintain. If an object is too specific, it has difficulty forming, such as holy water versus plain water. All of these factors can make a creation more taxing on energy and difficult to maintain for more than a short period of time, if not impossible to create at all. At most, a creation subjected to these factors would be manageable for Takumi for only a few minutes and would leave him exhausted. The duration of which a creation can exist tend to vary. First and foremost, the maker must remain focused, lest the connection between them be broken. There can also not be a great distance between the creation and the creator. This distance can be lengthened with experience, but at an intermediate level Takumi can only go about twenty-five feet with line of sight being a major factor. If he cannot see his creation, then it is more difficult to maintain focus. As previously stated, creations are typically weaker than their real counterparts. Even a normally sturdy object like a boulder would burst into ink after a few hits, though this is also dependent on the focus and experience of the creator, as well as the amount of blood used. All creations tend to be vulnerable to water and fire as they dilute and burn the ink, making it significantly weaker and unstable. Memory Manipulation - Major - Unaware/Little to no control This ability was passed down to Takumi from his mother, unbeknownst to him and his father that she was also a gifted human. At its full power, the wielder can alter, erase, restore, transfer and create artificial memories in another being through skin contact. The larger and more detailed the memory, the more energy, time and length of contact required to complete the manipulation. As Takumi’s ability was unknowingly unlocked after breaking through his own memories being altered, he has hardly any grasp on his power. Granted, this is a gift that requires immense focus and intent, so despite not being in control Takumi can cause little damage. He typically slips up and uses the ability while lost in thought or under serious emotional distress. As he is not even a beginner with his gift, Takumi is only capable of small memory mapulations. He can unintentionally wipe the last minute or two from someone’s memory, often causing them to repeat themselves and leaving him equally confused. When distressed he can transfer small snippets of his own memories to whomever he is making contact with, particularly vivid or traumatic memories. Likewise, if the other person is distressed Takumi can unintentionally slip into their surface memories, typically the most recent or impactful on their life, as the mental barriers are usually lowered. Aside from having no skill or training in this ability, there are several limitations to memory manipulation. One cannot alter every memory of the target, especially not all at once due to the energy requirement. Memories that have had a larger mental impact on the target, while usually easier to access, are more difficult to manipulate due to their significance. A large amount of focus and mental energy are required to utilize the gift effectively. These can be increased through training and meditation, but without such experience the effect is significantly weaker and more difficult to control. The user is also physically and mentally vulnerable during the process. Contact cannot be broken or the memories could be left partially manipulated or unaltered, however training can greatly decrease the required time up to moderately complex and older memories. But this still occupies a user’s hand and places them in close range of attack. In addition, there is a mental risk to the gift. In order to reach out to another’s mind, one must first drop the barrier around their own. This makes them not only vulnerable to any psychic/mental attack, but also runs the risk of memory bleeding into the target without proper control. These risks increase depending on the mental state of the wielder. In the worst case scenario, where the user attempts to alter memories beyond their mental strength or capabilities, they can damage their own mind in the process. Using the ability safely is still taxing on energy and can cause migraines, but forcing it beyond its limits can cause anywhere from loss of consciousness to indefinite comas. Users lacking restraint are also more prone to mental health issues or complete mental instability. When shifting through memories without the utmost care, the user can relive the memories of their target, vividly experience the emotions and even the pain endured. This can leave the wielder mentally altered and fragile; often times the damage is permanent. Eidetic Memory - Minor - Master Certainly Takumi’s preferred ability, despite being considered “minor” in comparison, is his photographic memory. He is not quite sure where this particular gift came from as his father does not possess it and his mother is just an ordinary human, as far as he is aware. This gift allows him to look at an image and memorize it almost perfectly. Takumi has found this ability to be particularly handy in memorizing kanji to use with his Lexiconicy, as well as general information. However, it can backfire if he attempts to overexert himself and memorize too many things at once. This can cause migraines and general disorganization of thoughts, which will trigger him to zone out in attempt to collect himself. It can also take time to recall information, particularly if there is a lot to sift through or it is old information. It can take Takumi anywhere from minutes to hours depending on the information and even his emotional state. Under pressure, stress, or if he is exhausted it is increasingly more difficult to recall memories. Though, if the memory is buried somewhere in his mind, then Takumi knows it and will eventually recall it. backstory Born and raised in Takayama, Japan to Delphine Tremblay and Daisuke Satou, Takumi was raised in a very traditional environment. The small town was nestled within the more mountainous regions of the island, blanketed heavily with thick forests and snow capped peaks. His father managed a moderately sized shrine as a priest in the mountainous rural area while his mother maintained the house and made flower arrangements to sell. While the Satou family was quite extensive, the main house was located further towards the city in comparison to their isolated rural location. Due to the distance Takumi never spent much time with his extended family outside of holidays, which was not a huge loss in his opinion. He found the main house to be incredibly uptight and far too driven in their pursuit of Lexiconicy. This was not to say Daisuke did not push his son in turn to master the ability from a young age. Education and discipline were foundations in his family, thus Takumi was well mannered and taught both traditional Japanese skills such as calligraphy and kendo, as well as English and Western history in addition to Lexiconicy. While his father never ceased to promote his training in their family’s bloodline gift, Delphine was quite gentle towards Takumi. She encouraged his passion for books as a child, reading to him every night while he was still too little to walk, and then eventually having him read to her. It was through this little tradition that Takumi’s eidetic memory began to show, being able to remember exactly where they left off in a novel, the specific page and even precisely what was written. Delphine also brought about her son’s love for nature. Takumi could spend hours watching her carefully arrange flowers into beautiful displays, teaching him about the various blooms and their meaning in the language of flowers. Many of the plants she used were plucked from her garden around the shrine or within the forest surrounding the area for more wild varieties. Whenever possible, Takumi would join her on these outings, pulling weeds, watering, and learning how to properly trim flowers for arrangements. On occasion he would even wander off on his own to explore the nearby streams and caves, but, naturally, he never forgot his way home. In contrast, Takumi’s relationship with his father was further based in mutual respect then tender feelings. Takumi loved his father, of course, and knew that he loved him in turn, he merely had a more reserved way of showing it. Educating and pushing his son to grow stronger was his way telling him that he cared. Takumi learned it would be more of a concern if his father simply gave up on him as a failure than if he continued his rather relentless training. Daisuke saw potential, and that made his son proud. They bonded through hours spent with calligraphy and meditation to strengthen focus. Training was not something Takumi necessarily considered an exciting activity, but he enjoyed the time spent with his father and craved his approval. Outside of the shrine, Takumi was somewhat shy and reserved at his local school. While he excelled in academics, his social skills were lackluster. His classmates often found him rather unapproachable knowing his rigid family background. But Takumi was kind regardless and had a few friends, though no one he considered terribly close. Even at a young age Takumi preferred the company of nature and a good book. He grew to be your typical bookworm at school, favoring the library to clubs and other after school activities. Thus, he tended to struggle in athletics as well, especially with his clumsiness. This often made him the butt of jokes, but aside from a few laughs he was never much of a target to bullying. His good nature usually had him laughing right along with his classmates, rather than be weighed down with embarrassment. Takumi was a loner, but kind and optimistic, making his school days pass by relatively smoothly. Naturally, in addition to his growing workload from school, Daisuke continued to educate his son in Lexiconicy. Takumi remained not entirely enthusiastic about his training, though he did enjoy the unique power it gave. Upon reaching high school his father allowed him to actually practice the ability, rather than simply the skills, discipline, and history within the context of the Satou family. Being able to temporarily breathe life into words fascinated him. However, after reaching his late teens, training shifted more to offensive techniques, rather than passive or defensive. With his power Daisuke showed that Takumi was capable of summoning weapons, even animals with a tendency towards ferocious behavior. While these creations were considerably weaker than their real counterparts, they were nonetheless frightening. His father even showed him how to summon with blood alone, a skill which Daisuke himself had yet to completely master. This only made the being summoned more wild and unruly. Takumi almost instantly lost interest, much to his father’s disapproval, as he had no desire to use his gift for violence. Daisuke more than voiced his displeasure, implying his son was dishonoring his family history by not wholeheartedly pursuing their family’s legacy in its entirety. But Takumi simply saw no purpose in the violence, even with tensions mounting between the various being inhabiting earth in the past years. The destructive clashes between different species never reached Takayama as it did within the neighboring cities, and the town remained primarily inhabited by humans. There were occasional sightings of familiars or shifters, but their homes were deep within the mountains, preferring isolation within their separate clans than the trivial matters of rural life. Thus, Takumi believed he had little use for offensive techniques and saw them as a complete waste of time. He had his heart set on pursuing writing as a career after graduation and furthering his training in ways he had no desire to learn would only become a distraction. Delphine was supportive of her son’s decision and often comforted him when Daisuke attempted to push him too far, or even became verbally aggressive towards him. Takumi found himself drawing closer to his mother, preferring her gentle nature. However that relationship began to change all too soon. During the summer break of his twentieth year Takumi began to notice a shift in his mother. As a young adult, he had remained at the shrine rather than moving to the city and continued his education by commuting to college each day. Takumi was resigned to his fate of taking after his father’s position, so as long as he was able to write. His passion for literature extended to his aspirations and Takumi was determined to become a published author, whether his father approved or not. Preoccupied as he was, Takumi did not notice the small changes in his mother with each passing year. She left the house less, grew far more quiet and was often glued to the television or newspaper for some source of world news. Her garden, her passion, grew overgrown and neglected. Even her usually cheerful expression seemed to dim, no matter how hard she attempted to hide it. Takumi was no longer a child and became well aware of the woes of adulthood with age, so at first he did not question the sudden depression within his mother. He simply watched from afar and supported her, helping around the house when he could between summer coursework and training. However, when she only seemed to grow more distant Takumi could no longer let the changes go unaddressed. Over dinner one night he questioned his parents if something were wrong. Daisuke seemed baffled, as if he was completely oblivious to any differences, to caught up in tending to the shrine and seeing to further his son’s Lexiconicy skills, and Delphine only grew more aloof at his prying. Weeks passed and the changes only grew more prominent. Takumi’s mother now rarely left the house except for groceries and was otherwise holed up in the master bedroom of their house. Even small tasks about the house were now placed on Takumi in order to maintain the place, from cleaning to even preparing dinner. While he did not mind picking up the extra work, he was growing increasingly more concerned for his mother’s wellbeing. Meanwhile, rather than concerned for his wife’s mental health, Daisuke grew distant and generally perturbed. It appeared to Takumi that he was the only one left unaware of what was actually going on. Determined to no longer be kept in the dark, on one of her brief outings Takumi went to investigate exactly what had his mother so unsettled. The bedroom was in complete disarray, Delphine having entirely commandeered the space while Daisuke took to staying in the guest room. The only source of light was the small TV fixated on the news with its volume barely above audible. Scattered about the dimly lit room were newspaper clippings, letters, and old photographs. The articles described horrendous attacks within a city in Canada, conflicting parties of beings that were beginning to tear the city apart. Each letter was in correspondence with someone named “Lucien”, giving firsthand accounts of various attacks by beings known as terrors and reported crimes. However they all concluded by assuring Delphine they were fine and to focus on the family she now has in front of her. Finally, the photographs were all depicting a happy family that Takumi never knew, but he was certain one of the members in the photos was his mother at a younger age. Having watched his mother fall deeper into depression, it was almost surreal to see her smiling so genuinely again. Perhaps it was selfish, but the thought of another family that he never knew bringing her the same joy that he cherished broke his heart. It was the complete exposure to a side of his mother he never knew, a family he never met, which sent his thoughts spiraling to a dark place. Was he an accident? The result of an affair that ended in her abandoning this other family in Canada? Would she abandon this family too? The doubt that now burdened him sickened Takumi, and he knew he needed answers before making assumptions. Understandably shaken, Takumi calmly addressed his newfound knowledge to his mother in private when she arrived home. Her only response was tears as she clung to her son, clearly overwhelmed by some hidden past. In her current state he could not bring himself to interrogate her about the truth. Though he felt guilty for prying and did not question her further, the subtle sting of betrayal lingered like a fresh wound. Still, Takumi did not mention his findings to his father at her request and they went about their evening as though the ordeal never occured. Takumi did his best to smile, pretend that all was well within their little family, but inside he could not set aside his worries. Neither, apparently, could his mother. Later that night after Takumi and Daisuke were fast asleep, Delphine left without warning. She erased any sort of evidence she lived in the house. There was so much of her life she had kept from her husband and son, but she could no longer ignore the life she left behind. Aside from compiling a small, simple shrine with her photo at the center in feigned memoriam of her life, she left not a trace. Finally she erased the memory of her presence in her family’s lives for the last fifteen years, fabricating a horrible car accident from which she did not survive. Not once had she saw fit to tell her family the truth, that she too was a gifted human, as she viewed her powers as unethical and did not want to risk awakening them within Takumi should he hold the potential. His memories were particularly difficult to manipulate and it devastated her to do so, but she was left with little choice. Each memory was carefully buried beneath finely crafted grief and years of mourning, with any luck, never to be recalled again. Exhausted from exercising a power left untouched for decades, she departed from the shrine just before sunrise. The next morning Takumi woke up, prepared breakfast, wished his mother’s spirit a good morning at her shrine, then set about his tasks around the grounds. The family was blissfully unaware of what occured the previous night, and merely went about their life in solemn contentment. For over a year, the Satou family remained ignorant to Delphine’s departure. Daisuke’s family was hardly perturbed by her absence at family gatherings. From the start they were never pleased that a man of the Satou family had married a foreigner rather than a woman from another notable gifted family. Few even questioned her disappearance, viewing it as a stroke of luck for cleansing the family name. On the other hand, her former acquaintances within Takayama were baffled by her departure. They only grew more suspicious when both Daisuke and Takumi insisted she had died years ago, thoroughly convinced by the lie implanted in their memories. Most thought the family to be mad or covering some affair, either way they distanced themselves. Visitors to the shrine became less frequent and Daisuke quickly became depressed. He took to drinking his sorrows in his time away from training, if only to numb the nagging pain in his memories that something was amiss. Meanwhile Takumi secluded himself to the forest in his free time, likewise, unable to shake the feeling that he too was forgetting something important. But the more he attempted to decipher the feeling rather than suppress or ignore it, the more physical and emotional pain it caused him. There were small triggers, certain places about the town, a specific flower or book, little moments that would trigger the ghost of a memory. Takumi would cling to those like a lifeline, wasting hours sitting in one spot reading a book over and over again, or insisting on filling the house with vases of the same kind of flower. But to no avail, his efforts proved fruitless in stirring his memory. Concerned for his son wasting his life away grasping for delusions, Daisuke only grew more rigid with his Lexiconicy training. He would no longer allow Takumi to avoid offensive techniques, going so far as to physically threaten him. These more brutal days were typically when his father was less than sober. Clearly Daisuke was venting his own inner turmoil on his son, launching onslaughts of attacks for him to fend off as if he were the source of his memory loss. Takumi was hardly able to focus on his writing, muchless training when his relationship with his father was crumbling before his eyes. It was reaching a point where Takumi was legitimately terrified and his defensive and dodging skills were not enough. Week after week, he would take the abuse of his so-called “training”, tending to bruises in the evening only to have them reappear days later after another round. But like any human, he could only tolerate so much torment. While Takumi understood his father was experiencing the same unsettling feeling as he was, it was no excuse for his treatment. All Takumi wanted was to keep what was left of their family together and he could not understand why after all these years since his mother’s passing only now were things falling apart. Confused and fed up with the way his life and family were tearing at the seams, Takumi was more than a little overwhelmed and his emotional control was running low. It was only natural that after one too many beatings he would finally snap. He could vividly recall the moment; the sheer anger and distress coursing through his veins igniting a rare outburst of defiance. Brought down to his knees, a pathetic excuse for a wooden shield was Takumi’s only protection from his father bringing a crafted chigiriki down on him. He could smell the alcohol on his father’s breath and feel splinters of his shield shattering off and falling into small splatters of ink across his face. This was a nightmare on repeat, a never ending cycle of torment all rooted around one central problem: What are they both forgetting? Takumi could feel it there, on the tip of his tongue, merely begging for the weight of other burdens troubling his mind to be let go in order to be revealed. With one great push of adrenaline, Takumi shoved back his father’s blows, causing the man to stumble back off balance. Takumi rounded on him, not with weapon of ink, but his words alone. Tears pricked at his eyes as he listed off every grievance of the past year, every training session taken too far, every night eating dinner alone, every bruise and every scar. Nothing would change if everything remained repressed and simply turning the other cheek and taking the abuse would solve nothing if his father merely beat the other. His heart ached as he let his troubles finally be free, and with it the fog seemed to clear for a brief instant. “Mom never let you do this! She never agreed with you training me this way!” That simple phrase seemingly from the deepest recesses of his mind was enough to shatter the dam holding back his memories. All at once, Takumi was flooded with fifteen years worth of memories. The process was extremely painful, as if his head were splitting in two, and resulted in Takumi falling into a coma for a year. Heartbroken and blaming himself for what happened, Daisuke hardly left his son’s side in the hospital. He was the only family he had left and was convinced his outburst and resulting coma were his doing. This was more than enough to sober Daisuke and rekindle the tender respect of their relationship in his son’s youth. Takumi’s final words before collapsing seemed to haunt him. Since his memories had yet to return he could not understand the meaning behind them, but a deep sense of foreboding settled within him and that nagging feeling became a pest now more than ever. The following summer, despite most of the doctors losing hope he would ever fully recover, Takumi finally woke up. After regaining his senses, his first words were “Dad, where is mom?” The memory manipulation had been reversed and Takumi had his memories of his mother completely restored. Daisuke, however, still remained in the dark and was concerned the coma had damaged his son’s mind. Takumi spent months in recovery and therapy, but not once did he forget his mother. He remained determined to find her and bring her home. After a year, Takumi made up his mind to find her and ensure she was at least safe, if not bring her home. He informed his father of his plans to move to Lorsette, Canada to find his mother. Naturally, with his eidetic memory, Takumi never forgot the mailing address of those mysterious letters from “Lucien”. It was the only lead he had. Daisuke was incredibly reluctant at first, insisting his sudden desire to leave was lingering damage from his coma. But Takumi would not relent and, being twenty-three, his father had not right to refuse. After scoring a position at a small magazine publishing company as a journalist and finding the cheapest one bedroom apartment available, Takumi left Japan for the first time. There was some sense of security in that he did not have a language barrier to overcome, but he knew it would be a huge change. Mirroring his mother, he had been following the world news religiously and knew about the conflict between the Assembly of Phantoms and the Terror Response Syndicate within Lorsette. But rather than be completely terrified, Takumi was intrigued. He had always had a passion for history, and what that city was enduring was history in the making. Imagine how the future could benefit from an unbiased, neutral perspective right in the action! This could be his big break, a chance at fresh inspiration. He would document all the events, all the clashes and destruction firsthand, while looking for traces of his mother. Though he prayed to any god that would listen that she had not become caught up in the violence. misc - Likes: Books, calligraphy, creative writing, family, flowers, tea, silence, researching new information, exploring, nature walks, animals, instrumental music, video games, comic books, movies (except horror movies), stormy weather - Dislikes: crowded spaces, violence, loud noises, blood and gore, sports, sweets, being indoors, being underestimated - Takumi has his MFA in writing with a focus in journalism, which he accomplished through a low-residency program after completing his college credits. - While he does have some moderate training in kendo, he is still primarily defensive in combat. - Takumi has haemophobia. He gets extremely anxious and sick at the sight of large amounts of blood and is prone to passing out at the sight. Mixing up more ink for his Lexiconicy is a necessary evil that he dreads. Typically he lightly cuts his palm for the required blood and then wraps it up as quickly as possible before getting sick. - While at home in Japan, Takumi typically used traditional supplies for his Lexiconicy, such as sumi ink brushes and rice paper scrolls. However in Lorsette he carries a Japanese rice paper book and a water brush pen in which he holds the ink for convenience and portability. - Takumi has a great love for nature, preferring it to the hustle and bustle of the city. He is also quite fond of animals. - Takumi has never been in a romantic relationship as he has not only had little time for one, but it is not something he considers to be a main priority in life. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Frost ☆ RP EXPERIENCE on/off 15+ years ☆ TIMEZONE US EST ☆ GENDER Female ☆ AGE 23 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS N/A ☆ FACE CLAIM NATSUME YUUJINCHOU, Natsume Takashi ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO FROST. DO NOT STEAL. |
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