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Character: Naoe Nobutsuna (Tachibana Yoshiaki).
Series: Mirage of Blaze.
Character Age: 28 in his current body, but he's really more like 400.
Job: Monk.
Canon: Mirage of Blaze is a rather complicated BL novel series about a group of five samurai chosen by the famous warlord Uesugi Kenshin (including his own son, Kagetora) to fight against the "Dark Sengoku" in order to maintain balance and keep the peace in modern-day Japan. As they fight against the spirits of wars long past, they're driven to the breaking point time after time, and forced to possess new bodies in order to fulfill their mission. It's a hard journey, but they're determined to continue on the path that's been chosen for them as long as they can.
Naoe Nobutsuna is one of these said warriors. On the surface, he is a very quiet, polite person. He's kind and gentle, with a subtle touch of deadpan and sarcasm. He's also good with people, having gained lots of experience through his profession as a monk and occasional businessman. He's empathetic and sincere (even when he picks up women), and he cares deeply about his comrades and his family, willing to go to great lengths to protect those who are important to him. But underneath his calm, cool exterior lies a much darker man, full of regret, self-loathing, jealousy, passion and obsession. Driven to the point of insanity by Uesugi Kagetora, the man he loves, Naoe has been consumed with a burning desire to conquer and possess him. For the most part, this insanity rarely manifests itself, because it is usually only directed at Kagetora, and Kagetora alone is really the only one who can get under his skin. And if the right buttons are pushed, he will lash out in the most cold and vicious manner possible. Despite his issues, though, Naoe remains the epitome of a loyal vassal and serves Kagetora to the best of his ability.
Sample Entry:
I've seen quite a few things in my lifetime that were shocking, disturbing, or just plain bizarre. Now, some people might laugh at hearing about haunted tea kettles or women in white, but let me say this: spirits and possessed objects are not all simply a part of some scary story you tell for fun. They're not fairy tales either. No matter how crazy-sounding and out of the ordinary they might be, it's always much better to be safe than sorry.
Which is why I'm here, apparently. My heightened spiritual sensitivity and training as a monk has resulted in my being shipped me off to America to get to the bottom of "The Seven Haunts of Camp Fuck You Die," and to warn everyone about just how serious these things can be. Either that, or it's karma, and somewhere I'm being laughed at. A complete list would really help with the feeling that I have an actual purpose for being here, though. Unfortunately, since two of the seven are scribbled out with a pink marker and number five tells me that this list is now diamonds, I'm not sure that's going to happen. What does that even mean, anyway? How can a list be diamonds? . . . Haah. I've only just arrived, but I can already tell that this is going to be a very long day.
. . . Well, at least the first "haunt" was easy enough to find, although to be honest, I was a little baffled. The spirit of a heartbroken gorilla? That's certainly something I'd never come across before. And her story was rather . . . well, I was surprised I was able to understand her, for one thing. But for her to have drowned in a puddle? I'll admit, it was a large puddle, but even so, that's just not physically possible. Her color did explain why the water was rumored to be seen as purple, though, and I came to the conclusion that the strange moaning noises were because she was crying. When I asked her if there was any way that I could help, she said she wanted me to spend the night with her. If she had merely meant for company, that wouldn't have been a problem, but there are certain lines that I will not cross. So, I found a replacement instead. He had a few problems keeping his jaw attached, but I don't believe that will be an issue. Although now the noise seems to have gotten worse.
Perhaps I'll come back tomorrow and see if she's ready to move on then.
Voting went here. 42/5 (89.4%)
Series: Mirage of Blaze.
Character Age: 28 in his current body, but he's really more like 400.
Job: Monk.
Canon: Mirage of Blaze is a rather complicated BL novel series about a group of five samurai chosen by the famous warlord Uesugi Kenshin (including his own son, Kagetora) to fight against the "Dark Sengoku" in order to maintain balance and keep the peace in modern-day Japan. As they fight against the spirits of wars long past, they're driven to the breaking point time after time, and forced to possess new bodies in order to fulfill their mission. It's a hard journey, but they're determined to continue on the path that's been chosen for them as long as they can.
Naoe Nobutsuna is one of these said warriors. On the surface, he is a very quiet, polite person. He's kind and gentle, with a subtle touch of deadpan and sarcasm. He's also good with people, having gained lots of experience through his profession as a monk and occasional businessman. He's empathetic and sincere (even when he picks up women), and he cares deeply about his comrades and his family, willing to go to great lengths to protect those who are important to him. But underneath his calm, cool exterior lies a much darker man, full of regret, self-loathing, jealousy, passion and obsession. Driven to the point of insanity by Uesugi Kagetora, the man he loves, Naoe has been consumed with a burning desire to conquer and possess him. For the most part, this insanity rarely manifests itself, because it is usually only directed at Kagetora, and Kagetora alone is really the only one who can get under his skin. And if the right buttons are pushed, he will lash out in the most cold and vicious manner possible. Despite his issues, though, Naoe remains the epitome of a loyal vassal and serves Kagetora to the best of his ability.
Sample Entry:
I've seen quite a few things in my lifetime that were shocking, disturbing, or just plain bizarre. Now, some people might laugh at hearing about haunted tea kettles or women in white, but let me say this: spirits and possessed objects are not all simply a part of some scary story you tell for fun. They're not fairy tales either. No matter how crazy-sounding and out of the ordinary they might be, it's always much better to be safe than sorry.
Which is why I'm here, apparently. My heightened spiritual sensitivity and training as a monk has resulted in my being shipped me off to America to get to the bottom of "The Seven Haunts of Camp Fuck You Die," and to warn everyone about just how serious these things can be. Either that, or it's karma, and somewhere I'm being laughed at. A complete list would really help with the feeling that I have an actual purpose for being here, though. Unfortunately, since two of the seven are scribbled out with a pink marker and number five tells me that this list is now diamonds, I'm not sure that's going to happen. What does that even mean, anyway? How can a list be diamonds? . . . Haah. I've only just arrived, but I can already tell that this is going to be a very long day.
. . . Well, at least the first "haunt" was easy enough to find, although to be honest, I was a little baffled. The spirit of a heartbroken gorilla? That's certainly something I'd never come across before. And her story was rather . . . well, I was surprised I was able to understand her, for one thing. But for her to have drowned in a puddle? I'll admit, it was a large puddle, but even so, that's just not physically possible. Her color did explain why the water was rumored to be seen as purple, though, and I came to the conclusion that the strange moaning noises were because she was crying. When I asked her if there was any way that I could help, she said she wanted me to spend the night with her. If she had merely meant for company, that wouldn't have been a problem, but there are certain lines that I will not cross. So, I found a replacement instead. He had a few problems keeping his jaw attached, but I don't believe that will be an issue. Although now the noise seems to have gotten worse.
Perhaps I'll come back tomorrow and see if she's ready to move on then.
Voting went here. 42/5 (89.4%)