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DEMON’S NAME: Violet
DEMON’S SUMMONER: Itagaki Masami
PLAYED BY: Nana from Kuranoa (cry no more)
WEAK; Fire, Light, Lightning
STRONG; Physical
NULL/BLOCK; Dark
HIGH-EVADE; N/A
ABILITIES: Cell Breaker, Kill Rush, Pagan Blade
RACIAL PASSIVE: Devotion
DEMON RACE: Avatar
PERSONALITY:
"Violet" was not the first person to be in possession of his body. Rather, there were two others before him -- or, to be more accurate, two other personalities. All the personalities have certain things in common; obedience, for instance, love of life, and a somewhat carefree means of approaching the world, no matter how dire the situation might be. Ryou, the first personality that disappeared around the age of twelve, is the most optimistic and determined of the three. He believes in such childish ideals of being able to change fate and loving life for what it is. By contrast, the second personality, which disappeared by the age of seventeen, is a far more mature, provocative personality who dedicates himself solely to duty and leisure. But both these personalities are buried deep within Violet's psyche, dormant and, essentially, dead to the world, because neither has the desire to be "alive" anymore.
This leaves Violet. Violet is the most recent personality, having only emerged a few months ago. Unlike his predecessors who were born into structured environments, Violet's birthplace was essentially the Underside, which is not the most pleasant place to be in. But that's okay! Violet is something of an optimist who always interprets things in the best way possible. He makes the best of things, even if things are awful, and can usually find a way to have a good time. He recognizes that not every situation is advantageous or positive, but still! That's just another bump on the road of life. If he let that get him down, how would he be able to get to all the good things awaiting him? So he never gives up or gives in, and is extremely persistent about his lifestyle.
Despite his persistent and optimistic attitude, Violet doesn't always act true to his nature. In fact, he tends to be more unsure and hesitant, seemingly eager to yield to the wishes of others and extremely gullible. But it's not as if this faucet of Violet is fake, either. Despite being particularly accepting of things (perhaps too accepting of things), he realizes that he doesn't know a lot! So he kind of assumes that other people know better in most situations. Which also means he's prone to believing the most ridiculous things as long as the person telling him makes them sound plausible. Even if he were to find out he was wrong, he would simply believe there was something he misunderstood, or, at worst, that other people are not infallible! They can be wrong sometimes, too. But that doesn't mean they were trying to trick him, right...? Because he looks for the best in people, he avoids doubting them, and because he avoids doubting them, he can be an awful judge of character and has trouble spotting enemies.
But otherwise, Violet is pretty much what you see is what you get. He's somewhat childish in personality; he's extremely honest and upfront about what he feels, even if he may not present it in a convincing way, and he doesn't like it when things work out in ways he doesn't agree with. He's flexible enough to learn how to adapt and deal with it, but still. He may get poutytsuntsun over things, but he has trouble sulking for long periods of time, because he rarely, if ever, honestly feels upset or angry over things. He can't imagine anything that would honestly upset him or shake him to his core -- which might not say much, considering he doesn't know much about the world -- and those are words he tries to live by. He's trusting, devoted, persistent, and really just wants to be happy and for others to be happy as well. It may be a little simple-minded, but he can't help the way he is.
Perhaps the most significant thing about the "Violet" personality is that unlike Ryou and the familiar's personalities, Violet is more receptive to change. He loves life and the way it is! But his curiosity is something that is entirely foreign to the previous two personalities. Curiosity leads to learning, and learning leads to adapting -- something entirely unique to him. Violet is perhaps the most aware of the world he lives in, despite knowing nothing about it; he is aware there are changes, and that his life, however precious, is not the center of it all. So even if the world should change and his way of life altered, well, that's okay, isn't it...? He's persistent and accepting; he's not quite as ready to jump ship as the others.
BACKGROUND:
Violet was born Inoue Ryou to two loving parents and two adoring grandparents. They were not a particularly rich family, just teetering on the edge of middle class, but his parents were honest people and worked hard so that they could not only support their family, but to make life enjoyable. His father was essentially a salaryman and his mother stayed at home to take care of Ryou and her parents; an arrangement Ryou came to learn to love, for seeing his mother with treats every day was a delight and seeing his father before he had to go to bed was a rare treat he learned to treasure. He got along well with his classmates, teased girls, hung out with boys, and was about average in school. Even if his life wasn't the best, he loved it; he always been happy for as long as he could remember, and never wanted it to change.
But one day, when he was no more than eight, he came home to see everyone gathered in the family room. Their house was not the largest; it was three rooms, two to a room (Ryou shared his with his newborn baby sister), but it had never seemed to small to him as it did that day. They had shooed him out of the room then, but he listened through the walls when they thought he wasn't. His father, while slowly climbing the ranks without a dishonest bone in his body and love toward others, had landed himself in an unfortunate position. At the time, it had seemed like an excellent spot for him to be, as it raised his pay without increasing his workload. But, in truth, he had been set up to take on the debt of the company when the higher-ups predicted it would go under. And his father, never having suspected a thing undertook the debt, which was easily more than ten times more than what he earned in a year.
And then life changed. Both his mother and father began to work long hours, and his grandparents, old but still lively, doing some light work where they could, not wanting to be dead weights. Initially, they wanted Ryou to stay in school, but he would simply ditch in favor of finding a job. He had been equipped with basic reading, writing, and arithmetic skills; surely he could find some sort of labor he could do, even if it broke child labor laws. But he felt a fierce sort of protectiveness toward his family, toward his life; even if things changed, even if they had to move into a ratty, one-room apartment, it was still his life and his family and he wanted to be able to help no matter what. Even if it was strenuous, even if some days he worked so hard he thought he'd never be able to wake up again, he'd still die than be in any other position different than his family.
And one day he was leaving the apartment late at night for a last-minute errands where he was approached by a woman, dressed in sheik, white clothes. Since they were standing in the hall outside his apartment and she had undoubtedly watched him come out the door (was it the same pair of eyes he had felt had been watching him for some time, now...?), he couldn't lie and say he didn't live there. He invited her in, where, by chance, his father was home for an hour of reprieve between jobs. Again Ryou was shooed out, but again he hid and listened. Not long after, his mother returned, too, and she was invited into the conversation.
It had something to do with affinity; the woman had been vague about that. But she said little of her true intentions and skipped straight to the point she knew his parents would be interested in hearing: for that child who can't earn more than a thousand yen a week, her and her associates would pay them a few hundred thousand yen, no strings attached. And then there was silence. Ryou could feel his parents' hesitation; the "yes" about the leave their lips -- but they couldn't, could they? And maybe, if this were a shounen or cartoon or something he used to watch, he'd step out from behind the door and volunteer himself, sacrifice his one life to save five others. Maybe a few hundred thousand was far under what some people made in a month, but for this family, it could sustain them for a year. And he imagined if it were a fairytale his parents would reject the woman, and a month later they would find a pot of gold and live happily ever after.
But Ryou's life was neither a cartoon nor was it a fairytale, and as he was being lead to the woman's car (tinted windows and a wall between the front and back seats, just like a police car), he thought he'd rather die than leave his life behind. How could his parents do that to him -- how could the world let this happen? He'd bite his tongue out and drown in his own blood, he'd struggle and make her pull out a gun and accidentally shoot him or something, he'd snap his own neck; he would, he would, he absolutely had to.
That torrent of violent thoughts continued steadily for the next few days, where he was acquainted with his new life. On the outside, the manor in which he lived in seemed to be a regal country home. But in the basement were children, some missing limbs or organs, some alive and some dead, having taken part in rituals in secret rooms of the manor. Wasn't that the most ironic end to his fairytale: occultists. It made him sick. It made him want to die.
And so he did.
When he woke up again, there was no Ryou. Just the world around him that consisted of shady men and women and crying children. There were no memories before that day, either, but something told him it was all right; this was his life, now, there was no need to question it. And so he was content, perhaps one of the few children who smiled in such a place.
Not long after this, they began taking children more consistently from the cages in the basement, and none were returned to their cages. Gossip from the halls told him they were looking for some sort of compatibility; some sort of something that would be fit for their leader. But he didn't need to speculate for long; soon, it was his turn.
They took him to a room where a ring of them stood in their finest white cloaks, unhooded, skin somewhat pallid. They stood around a large magic circle filled with complex foreign words and symbols, at the center of which (skewered multiple times) was something that looked akin to a mutated cat, chest cavity open. They told him only to eat the heart, to finish the ceremony, and they pushed him into the circle. The moment he stepped into it, he felt a strange sensation through his body, and he felt as if he glided to the body at the center. He reached down for the heart, but was stopped by the low growl of the demon and the sputter of blood; it was still alive, and it seemed rather intent on biting off the head of whoever came too close. But who exactly did it think it was? He pounced before the demon could strike; his eyes close to the demon's own, his hands rifling through its chest, pulling the heart out ever so slowly. Who did it think it was? Did it want to die a thousand times? Did it want to kill him? Really? He'd kill it, he'd kill it a million times over, who did it think it was to steal his life away from him? It was his he wouldn't let anyone take it away absolutely absolutely kill him and he'd kill it a million times over slowly slowly slowly because who did it think it was?
Not a word of this was spoken aloud, of course. It was what his eyes spoke of, and what the heavy aura surrounding him threatened. In the end, it intimidated the demon so that it could not strike, and he was able to eat the heart without injury. But not long after he felt a burning sensation throughout his body and collapsed. When he awoke, he felt strange -- only natural, as he was evidently a demon, now. He had been automatically contracted to the person whose blood the circle had been drawn with; the leader of the cultists.
She was a conniving, shrewd woman who knew the tricks to both business and worship. She knew the cult's activities would be suspicious were it not for her numerous fronts of business and other means of funding (mainly utilizing the black market, selling spare organs from the children and drugs). She was strong, she was intelligent, and the new demon (or familiar, as they called him), couldn't help but feel a strong devotion to her. Though he was not especially a strong demon as far as demons went, he was mainly just a sign that she was the head, just as another family head might inherit some sort of heirloom or so. He spent most of his days as her pet, never with a name, either lounging on her lap, near her, or with her. Occasionally was he used to punish traitors or those attempting to rebel, but that was done swiftly and neatly, as they were nothing more than human. This was his life; a life overflowing with devotion to his master, a life filled with suspicious activities and demons. That was his life, and he'd do anything to preserve it.
But not everyone was fond of their leader's methods. The purist sect of the occult did not approve of any "unclean" actions used to support their worship, such as the trafficking of drugs and body parts. Eventually, they managed to execute a coup d'tat; they overran the leader's now-few supporters and managed to summon a few demons in order to keep her familiar occupied. It did not take very long; the leader and her followers were summarily executed, and her familiar, who had fought desperately but was now without a real summoner, was forced from that reality to the Underside. He had taken down a few demons by sheer force of will, but the purists were plentiful, and -- so what? Did he want an A for effort or something? He shouldn't have fought if he was just going to lose his master, if he was going to lose his life anyway; he should have just let them kill him. He'd rather be dead than live a cursed life in a monochrome world.
And so he died.
When he awoke again, he was greeted by a somewhat eerie grey sky and buildings he had never seen before. And there were monsters which he wanted nothing to do with, and he was lost and he wished he weren't, and he hid even though he rather he didn't have to; but it was okay. That was his life, said something inside him which sounded like two, quiet voices. It was okay.
So since that was his life, he lived with it. He didn't know there was any better sort of life, and this was all he had ever known. Along the way of his still-short life, he managed to receive a name from a wandering demon -- "Violet" -- which he couldn't help but be pleased with. His life, as grey as the world around him was, was just a little brighter ♪
SAMPLE POST:
... Um. I didn't know that it could be fun to climb really high. At first I thought it'd be scary, but ... It's actually not that bad. I didn't even fall. At first it was just on top of one of the buildings, but then I even went straight to the top of a pole. ... It was kind of a tight fit, but... I didn't fall off that, either. I went down after that, though.
I think this is good, though, because, um -- well, I think that maybe I should fight those things that are around here, but... that's also kind of scary, so I haven't, yet. So if I stay really high, they won't be able to see me and chase me, right...?
... That's what I think, anyway.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE:
If he wasn't careful, he thought, he could really fall.
But still -- even if he could fall, it was kind of exciting. Something he'd never done before! Well, even if there was a great many things he hadn't done before, it was still exciting whenever he tried a new one. It hadn't lost its charm in all of the however long he had existed, and the thought of doing something entirely unknown to him still hadn't lost its charm.
Sometimes he would just use the stairs. He would step through the windows if the doors were stuck, and just go as far as the stairs would take him. But eventually, the stairs would stop, and there would just be an elevator (how did he know that it was called? ... He shook his head at the thought; unimportant). But even if it did work, he didn't want to use it. He wanted to try this! Even if it was kind of scary, well -- eventually, he did end up climbing up from the outside, or climbing through his own forcibly-made secret entrance, or something like that.
Like just now, he had come up from the side, stopping only on the emergency fire exit escapes (not that he called them that; even that didn't exist in his mysterious wealth of knowledge). With one hand, he managed to pull his weight over to the top. There was barely any room there, since he was on the outer edge of the roof of a cement building, but there was enough. He leaned against the tall, gated fence, legs dangling from the side of the building, tail wrapped against his arm.
The view was something he didn't have words for, and it didn't seem to change no matter how high he went. This building wasn't particularly high; it only had a few flights of stairs, if he was remembering right, but it still was high enough to see the tops of a few other buildings and houses. The monochrome stretched as far as his eye could see, riddled with black spots (monsters?) if he looked close enough, and sometimes other things. But right now, he didn't see any of the non-monsters littering the scenery; just the familiar black and white and the desaturated spots of colors from other signs.
Of course, he didn't look down. Not that he was afraid of heights, but it'd be tempting -- would he land safely if he pushed off and fell, just like that? ... He shook his head; even if he didn't know much, he didn't think he would come out of that unscathed. And that might be bad -- what if he were chased -- he could recognize that much.
But still, he couldn't help but be curious.
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DEMON’S NAME: Violet
DEMON’S SUMMONER: Itagaki Masami
PLAYED BY: Nana from Kuranoa (cry no more)
WEAK; Fire, Light, Lightning
STRONG; Physical
NULL/BLOCK; Dark
HIGH-EVADE; N/A
ABILITIES: Cell Breaker, Kill Rush, Pagan Blade
RACIAL PASSIVE: Devotion
DEMON RACE: Avatar
PERSONALITY:
"Violet" was not the first person to be in possession of his body. Rather, there were two others before him -- or, to be more accurate, two other personalities. All the personalities have certain things in common; obedience, for instance, love of life, and a somewhat carefree means of approaching the world, no matter how dire the situation might be. Ryou, the first personality that disappeared around the age of twelve, is the most optimistic and determined of the three. He believes in such childish ideals of being able to change fate and loving life for what it is. By contrast, the second personality, which disappeared by the age of seventeen, is a far more mature, provocative personality who dedicates himself solely to duty and leisure. But both these personalities are buried deep within Violet's psyche, dormant and, essentially, dead to the world, because neither has the desire to be "alive" anymore.
This leaves Violet. Violet is the most recent personality, having only emerged a few months ago. Unlike his predecessors who were born into structured environments, Violet's birthplace was essentially the Underside, which is not the most pleasant place to be in. But that's okay! Violet is something of an optimist who always interprets things in the best way possible. He makes the best of things, even if things are awful, and can usually find a way to have a good time. He recognizes that not every situation is advantageous or positive, but still! That's just another bump on the road of life. If he let that get him down, how would he be able to get to all the good things awaiting him? So he never gives up or gives in, and is extremely persistent about his lifestyle.
Despite his persistent and optimistic attitude, Violet doesn't always act true to his nature. In fact, he tends to be more unsure and hesitant, seemingly eager to yield to the wishes of others and extremely gullible. But it's not as if this faucet of Violet is fake, either. Despite being particularly accepting of things (perhaps too accepting of things), he realizes that he doesn't know a lot! So he kind of assumes that other people know better in most situations. Which also means he's prone to believing the most ridiculous things as long as the person telling him makes them sound plausible. Even if he were to find out he was wrong, he would simply believe there was something he misunderstood, or, at worst, that other people are not infallible! They can be wrong sometimes, too. But that doesn't mean they were trying to trick him, right...? Because he looks for the best in people, he avoids doubting them, and because he avoids doubting them, he can be an awful judge of character and has trouble spotting enemies.
But otherwise, Violet is pretty much what you see is what you get. He's somewhat childish in personality; he's extremely honest and upfront about what he feels, even if he may not present it in a convincing way, and he doesn't like it when things work out in ways he doesn't agree with. He's flexible enough to learn how to adapt and deal with it, but still. He may get poutytsuntsun over things, but he has trouble sulking for long periods of time, because he rarely, if ever, honestly feels upset or angry over things. He can't imagine anything that would honestly upset him or shake him to his core -- which might not say much, considering he doesn't know much about the world -- and those are words he tries to live by. He's trusting, devoted, persistent, and really just wants to be happy and for others to be happy as well. It may be a little simple-minded, but he can't help the way he is.
Perhaps the most significant thing about the "Violet" personality is that unlike Ryou and the familiar's personalities, Violet is more receptive to change. He loves life and the way it is! But his curiosity is something that is entirely foreign to the previous two personalities. Curiosity leads to learning, and learning leads to adapting -- something entirely unique to him. Violet is perhaps the most aware of the world he lives in, despite knowing nothing about it; he is aware there are changes, and that his life, however precious, is not the center of it all. So even if the world should change and his way of life altered, well, that's okay, isn't it...? He's persistent and accepting; he's not quite as ready to jump ship as the others.
BACKGROUND:
Violet was born Inoue Ryou to two loving parents and two adoring grandparents. They were not a particularly rich family, just teetering on the edge of middle class, but his parents were honest people and worked hard so that they could not only support their family, but to make life enjoyable. His father was essentially a salaryman and his mother stayed at home to take care of Ryou and her parents; an arrangement Ryou came to learn to love, for seeing his mother with treats every day was a delight and seeing his father before he had to go to bed was a rare treat he learned to treasure. He got along well with his classmates, teased girls, hung out with boys, and was about average in school. Even if his life wasn't the best, he loved it; he always been happy for as long as he could remember, and never wanted it to change.
But one day, when he was no more than eight, he came home to see everyone gathered in the family room. Their house was not the largest; it was three rooms, two to a room (Ryou shared his with his newborn baby sister), but it had never seemed to small to him as it did that day. They had shooed him out of the room then, but he listened through the walls when they thought he wasn't. His father, while slowly climbing the ranks without a dishonest bone in his body and love toward others, had landed himself in an unfortunate position. At the time, it had seemed like an excellent spot for him to be, as it raised his pay without increasing his workload. But, in truth, he had been set up to take on the debt of the company when the higher-ups predicted it would go under. And his father, never having suspected a thing undertook the debt, which was easily more than ten times more than what he earned in a year.
And then life changed. Both his mother and father began to work long hours, and his grandparents, old but still lively, doing some light work where they could, not wanting to be dead weights. Initially, they wanted Ryou to stay in school, but he would simply ditch in favor of finding a job. He had been equipped with basic reading, writing, and arithmetic skills; surely he could find some sort of labor he could do, even if it broke child labor laws. But he felt a fierce sort of protectiveness toward his family, toward his life; even if things changed, even if they had to move into a ratty, one-room apartment, it was still his life and his family and he wanted to be able to help no matter what. Even if it was strenuous, even if some days he worked so hard he thought he'd never be able to wake up again, he'd still die than be in any other position different than his family.
And one day he was leaving the apartment late at night for a last-minute errands where he was approached by a woman, dressed in sheik, white clothes. Since they were standing in the hall outside his apartment and she had undoubtedly watched him come out the door (was it the same pair of eyes he had felt had been watching him for some time, now...?), he couldn't lie and say he didn't live there. He invited her in, where, by chance, his father was home for an hour of reprieve between jobs. Again Ryou was shooed out, but again he hid and listened. Not long after, his mother returned, too, and she was invited into the conversation.
It had something to do with affinity; the woman had been vague about that. But she said little of her true intentions and skipped straight to the point she knew his parents would be interested in hearing: for that child who can't earn more than a thousand yen a week, her and her associates would pay them a few hundred thousand yen, no strings attached. And then there was silence. Ryou could feel his parents' hesitation; the "yes" about the leave their lips -- but they couldn't, could they? And maybe, if this were a shounen or cartoon or something he used to watch, he'd step out from behind the door and volunteer himself, sacrifice his one life to save five others. Maybe a few hundred thousand was far under what some people made in a month, but for this family, it could sustain them for a year. And he imagined if it were a fairytale his parents would reject the woman, and a month later they would find a pot of gold and live happily ever after.
But Ryou's life was neither a cartoon nor was it a fairytale, and as he was being lead to the woman's car (tinted windows and a wall between the front and back seats, just like a police car), he thought he'd rather die than leave his life behind. How could his parents do that to him -- how could the world let this happen? He'd bite his tongue out and drown in his own blood, he'd struggle and make her pull out a gun and accidentally shoot him or something, he'd snap his own neck; he would, he would, he absolutely had to.
That torrent of violent thoughts continued steadily for the next few days, where he was acquainted with his new life. On the outside, the manor in which he lived in seemed to be a regal country home. But in the basement were children, some missing limbs or organs, some alive and some dead, having taken part in rituals in secret rooms of the manor. Wasn't that the most ironic end to his fairytale: occultists. It made him sick. It made him want to die.
And so he did.
When he woke up again, there was no Ryou. Just the world around him that consisted of shady men and women and crying children. There were no memories before that day, either, but something told him it was all right; this was his life, now, there was no need to question it. And so he was content, perhaps one of the few children who smiled in such a place.
Not long after this, they began taking children more consistently from the cages in the basement, and none were returned to their cages. Gossip from the halls told him they were looking for some sort of compatibility; some sort of something that would be fit for their leader. But he didn't need to speculate for long; soon, it was his turn.
They took him to a room where a ring of them stood in their finest white cloaks, unhooded, skin somewhat pallid. They stood around a large magic circle filled with complex foreign words and symbols, at the center of which (skewered multiple times) was something that looked akin to a mutated cat, chest cavity open. They told him only to eat the heart, to finish the ceremony, and they pushed him into the circle. The moment he stepped into it, he felt a strange sensation through his body, and he felt as if he glided to the body at the center. He reached down for the heart, but was stopped by the low growl of the demon and the sputter of blood; it was still alive, and it seemed rather intent on biting off the head of whoever came too close. But who exactly did it think it was? He pounced before the demon could strike; his eyes close to the demon's own, his hands rifling through its chest, pulling the heart out ever so slowly. Who did it think it was? Did it want to die a thousand times? Did it want to kill him? Really? He'd kill it, he'd kill it a million times over, who did it think it was to steal his life away from him? It was his he wouldn't let anyone take it away absolutely absolutely kill him and he'd kill it a million times over slowly slowly slowly because who did it think it was?
Not a word of this was spoken aloud, of course. It was what his eyes spoke of, and what the heavy aura surrounding him threatened. In the end, it intimidated the demon so that it could not strike, and he was able to eat the heart without injury. But not long after he felt a burning sensation throughout his body and collapsed. When he awoke, he felt strange -- only natural, as he was evidently a demon, now. He had been automatically contracted to the person whose blood the circle had been drawn with; the leader of the cultists.
She was a conniving, shrewd woman who knew the tricks to both business and worship. She knew the cult's activities would be suspicious were it not for her numerous fronts of business and other means of funding (mainly utilizing the black market, selling spare organs from the children and drugs). She was strong, she was intelligent, and the new demon (or familiar, as they called him), couldn't help but feel a strong devotion to her. Though he was not especially a strong demon as far as demons went, he was mainly just a sign that she was the head, just as another family head might inherit some sort of heirloom or so. He spent most of his days as her pet, never with a name, either lounging on her lap, near her, or with her. Occasionally was he used to punish traitors or those attempting to rebel, but that was done swiftly and neatly, as they were nothing more than human. This was his life; a life overflowing with devotion to his master, a life filled with suspicious activities and demons. That was his life, and he'd do anything to preserve it.
But not everyone was fond of their leader's methods. The purist sect of the occult did not approve of any "unclean" actions used to support their worship, such as the trafficking of drugs and body parts. Eventually, they managed to execute a coup d'tat; they overran the leader's now-few supporters and managed to summon a few demons in order to keep her familiar occupied. It did not take very long; the leader and her followers were summarily executed, and her familiar, who had fought desperately but was now without a real summoner, was forced from that reality to the Underside. He had taken down a few demons by sheer force of will, but the purists were plentiful, and -- so what? Did he want an A for effort or something? He shouldn't have fought if he was just going to lose his master, if he was going to lose his life anyway; he should have just let them kill him. He'd rather be dead than live a cursed life in a monochrome world.
And so he died.
When he awoke again, he was greeted by a somewhat eerie grey sky and buildings he had never seen before. And there were monsters which he wanted nothing to do with, and he was lost and he wished he weren't, and he hid even though he rather he didn't have to; but it was okay. That was his life, said something inside him which sounded like two, quiet voices. It was okay.
So since that was his life, he lived with it. He didn't know there was any better sort of life, and this was all he had ever known. Along the way of his still-short life, he managed to receive a name from a wandering demon -- "Violet" -- which he couldn't help but be pleased with. His life, as grey as the world around him was, was just a little brighter ♪
SAMPLE POST:
... Um. I didn't know that it could be fun to climb really high. At first I thought it'd be scary, but ... It's actually not that bad. I didn't even fall. At first it was just on top of one of the buildings, but then I even went straight to the top of a pole. ... It was kind of a tight fit, but... I didn't fall off that, either. I went down after that, though.
I think this is good, though, because, um -- well, I think that maybe I should fight those things that are around here, but... that's also kind of scary, so I haven't, yet. So if I stay really high, they won't be able to see me and chase me, right...?
... That's what I think, anyway.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE:
If he wasn't careful, he thought, he could really fall.
But still -- even if he could fall, it was kind of exciting. Something he'd never done before! Well, even if there was a great many things he hadn't done before, it was still exciting whenever he tried a new one. It hadn't lost its charm in all of the however long he had existed, and the thought of doing something entirely unknown to him still hadn't lost its charm.
Sometimes he would just use the stairs. He would step through the windows if the doors were stuck, and just go as far as the stairs would take him. But eventually, the stairs would stop, and there would just be an elevator (how did he know that it was called? ... He shook his head at the thought; unimportant). But even if it did work, he didn't want to use it. He wanted to try this! Even if it was kind of scary, well -- eventually, he did end up climbing up from the outside, or climbing through his own forcibly-made secret entrance, or something like that.
Like just now, he had come up from the side, stopping only on the emergency fire exit escapes (not that he called them that; even that didn't exist in his mysterious wealth of knowledge). With one hand, he managed to pull his weight over to the top. There was barely any room there, since he was on the outer edge of the roof of a cement building, but there was enough. He leaned against the tall, gated fence, legs dangling from the side of the building, tail wrapped against his arm.
The view was something he didn't have words for, and it didn't seem to change no matter how high he went. This building wasn't particularly high; it only had a few flights of stairs, if he was remembering right, but it still was high enough to see the tops of a few other buildings and houses. The monochrome stretched as far as his eye could see, riddled with black spots (monsters?) if he looked close enough, and sometimes other things. But right now, he didn't see any of the non-monsters littering the scenery; just the familiar black and white and the desaturated spots of colors from other signs.
Of course, he didn't look down. Not that he was afraid of heights, but it'd be tempting -- would he land safely if he pushed off and fell, just like that? ... He shook his head; even if he didn't know much, he didn't think he would come out of that unscathed. And that might be bad -- what if he were chased -- he could recognize that much.
But still, he couldn't help but be curious.