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Iza Kuroi

genius billionaire playboy philanthropist

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a character in “Pangaea: Solstice”, as played by rubytuesday

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name Iza Maria KuroiXXbirthday November 21st (sagittarius)XXage twenty nine (appears early twenties)XXspecies vampireXXgender nonbinary (they/them)
XXsexuality queer (strong femme preference)XXoccupation CEO of Fauxfizz and Yumeat, member of Synth board of directorsXXhex code #3a495aXXface claimmiyauchi harukaXXwriter rubytuesday


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comme de garçon (like the boys) - rina sawayama

holy - king princess

rascal - tinashe

thank god for girls - weezer

cool with it - liz

racecar (feat. clairo, coco & clair clair) - deaton chris anthony

sugar honey iced tea (s.h.i.t) - princess nokia

vampire - dominic fike





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β—’β—’ a p p e a r a n c e

getting physical... xxx.
height: 5'3"
build: they are very slim, with a narrow ectomorphic build that looks as though it could be blown over in a stiff enough wind. they do have "11-line" abs that they are quite vocally proud of, however, although they are less thanks to hard work and exercise, and more a naturally speedy metabolism.
hair: black in colour, although they have experimented with bright colours in the past, and likely will continue to do so. what they do not really experiment with, however, is length; they are very much content with their current cut- a slightly shaggy mullet-bob style that fits their personality quite perfectly.
unique characteristics: Iza's tattoos are relatively numerous, and their collection is constantly being added to- just as often on a drunken whim as after careful and sober consideration. These tattoos include (but are not limited to): a sun and moon on their left lower back, the greek god janus on the back of their right upper arm, a snake around their right wrist, flames across the knuckles on their right hand, the fool across their left ribs, cherubs circling their upper left arm, and "BITE ME" on their right palm.

(wannabe) style icon xxx.
casual: ("hasn't left the house in three days" or "off to fight mr smith in the matrix". there is no in between. they are lazy with their clothes, but also like to look *good* at all times, and it is this delicate balance that they persistently maintains. x, x, x, x, x x, x
business: when they are making an effort: x, x, x, x, x, x, and when they're not: *see casual*
formal: suits, suits, and more suits: x, x, x, x, x


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l i k e s
d i s l i k e s

compliments (though one shouldn't give them to them;
their head is big enough as is), pretty faces (they have
a preference for women, but they enjoys a pretty face
regardless of gender) , teasing (others) , video games
(they're also well-known for their twitch streams) ,
costume parties (and parties in general) , being the
centre of attention , snarky and witty people (they're
fun, even when their snark is directed at them)
catching feelings , being rejected , board meetings (unless
they are in some way congratulatory, and even then they
have their limits for compliments from random rich
besuited men), losing , feeling poor (hence their excessive
spending) , being called out (though they often deserve it),
historical films and period pieces, strong floral scents and
perfumes, ignorance , magic shows (they can usually see
right through them) ,
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β—’β—’ i n n e r w o r k i n g s . . .

s t r e n g t h s
intelligence their intelligence is something they are now renowned throughout the world for; it was their intelligence that made their goal of creating synthetic blood possible, as too is it what labelled them a 'child genius' in their youth. Their intelligence spans beyond just science, as well- they are also well-versed in a number of languages, and knowledgeable about a number of other subjects, such as history and geography.
confidence they are far from lacking in pride, and in fact is confident in themself to a fault (as shall be discussed shortly)- they feel ease in a crowd, and at home in the spotlight. they have no shame in being themself, and has yet to be dulled in their spark by anyone's negative opinions.

w e a k n e s s e s
arrogance they were always cocky, but fame and fortune has certainly not helped any matters, as they are prone to thinking themself infallible, even in the face of danger and threats.
commitment issues for someone who as essentially created a legacy for their species, they are shockingly flighty, and struggles to uphold responsibilities. this extends to relationships- flirtatious though they may be, they are prone to putting up walls the moment someone gets too close (with one or two exceptions).
chronic nonchalance they struggle to take things seriously- emotional vulnerability is not their strong suit, nor are heavy responsibilities and burdens. at least outside of work, as within business, they seem to inexplicably thrive, albeit in a rather unorthodox manner.

p e r s o n a l i t y

they are someone who simultaneously lures people in with the power of their presence, and makes them uncomfortable with the forthrightness of their personality. they're all blunt truths and unapologetic honesty (except when they are bluffing, which they do exceptionally well, perhaps because their arrogance has them convinced they'll win regardless of the hand they are dealt). charisma is perhaps not quite the correct word to define their charm, which oft leaves people captivated- they are more of an oddity, entrancing others via curiosity and confusion. they're unpredictable, driven by whims and impulse, socially reckless to the point that their success in science and business seems surreal. to picture Iza in a professional environment, making executive decisions that effectively shape the society they live in, is somewhat terrifying in its absurdity. or, at least, it would be, were it not for their flawless track record. be it luck, or their incredible intellect, or some sort of second personality that comes into the fold whenever boardrooms or contracts are involved, they are sharply astute in those settings, and has yet to falter in their executive choices.

every bit the eccentric genius the media fusses about, Iza isn't intentionally perplexing- it is simply a side effect of childish impulse and a complete disregard for the opinions of others, coupled with access to a lot of money. they enjoy fame, and being in the spotlight, and doesn't even necessarily mind the reason behind it (although positive fame is obviously preferred for the sake of their company and its shareholders). they enjoy affirmations, but more so superlatives- attention in all its forms, good or bad.they don't care what people think, just so long as they is what they are thinking of. perhaps somewhere along the line, as they were building up their sense of self-worth, fame became too heavy a factor. or perhaps not- they are far from self-aware enough to evaluate such a thing, and even if there was any sort of self-awareness there, they'd hardly engage in it. letting other people analyse them and their behaviour is far more entertaining than committing to self-reflection themself, after all.

for all their self-assuredness, they are far from cruel. self-centred, but not entirely selfish. they are a charitable and considerate person, and although they could do with filtering their honesty more often, they are not one to speak or act with viciousness. their arrogance can be exhausting, but it is never harmful, and although they are far from the best friend-therapist, they are the perfect person to call when one is seeking a distraction for their problems, rather than a shoulder to cry on. their honesty, though sometimes brutal, can also lend itself to forming rather good advice, or at least an added perspective proposed, and a complete lack of judgement or insincerity.
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[justify]β—’β—’ a h i s t o r y . . .

for someone that loves to talk about themselves, their past is surprisingly shrouded. sure, they'll talk up the storybook quality of it all- the rags to riches tale, their rising from the ashes; but they never speak about the muck. the grime that coated their lives for the first fifteen years of their existence. the way their circumstances hammered at their sense of worth every day, positioning obstacle after obstacle in their path. it is a time that they overcompensate for, now.

they were born to a single mother, a woman that was irresponsible and wayward, and paid little heed to her two children save for brief flickerings of affection between boyfriends and week-long absences. it wasn't all her fault- she had been raised in such an environment, and adapted to it the only way she knew how to. any aspirations to escape the cycle had long since been snuffed out by the time that Iza was born. Iza's younger sister was born seven years after Iza, and Iza wound up taking on a parental role to make up for their mother's inconsistencies. this took a toll on Iza; it was too much responsibility for a child- responsibility that they now revel in their ability to shirk and avoid without consequence.

but for as tight as their schedule wound up being, every gap was filled with learning. their mind, for all its torments, was astounding. they thrived in school, even amidst bullying and mockery, and it wasn't long until their teachers started taking notice. certificates and awards became a regular thing for them to take home, and IZA felt pride, regardless of whether their mother was home to congratulate them. they could feel the first rung of the ladder at their fingertips, a means through which they would climb out of the muck, and rise to where they belonged: above everyone.

but then there was the attack, an event that would both destroy Iza's progress, as well as provide the blocks with which to build what would become their magnum opus (at least, for now).

their mother had been seeing the man for a couple of weeks, longer than some and shorter than other. he had not seemed especially unpleasant; his demeanour was friendly enough, and the drugs he brought around kept Iza's mother happy, as well as surprisingly affectionate towards her two daughters. Iza decided he was nothing really special, and anticipated that he would be gone in a matter of weeks.

they did not anticipate the rage of the breakup, the words thrown back and forth. most of the men in Iza's mother's life came and went quietly, even eagerly. but this particular man was all jealousy and outrage. when he stormed out the door, Iza skept a kitchen knife under their and their sister's bed for a week. it was on the seventh day that he appeared in the doorway, having broken it off its hinges. his eyes were glowing, his teeth long. he lunged, and so did Iza. The knife bit deep, but so too did the man. The rest is a blur, now, and Iza doesn't discuss it much. but what ultimately came of the event was the man's arrest, and, more importantly, Iza's vampirism. they ultimately concluded it as having been some sort of sick revenge, but they never understood why it was them that was bitten and not their mother- if the man truly knew their mother, they would have known the latter to be more devastating, surely.

Iza's vampirism was an ongoing battle. even animal blood was difficult to access for someone without funds. their grades suffered, and their spiral, at only nine years old, reminded them of their mother. they could see the ladder being pulled away from their reach. their motivations began to dwindle with their strength. looking over at their sister on an especially dry day, they were struck by an urge, intoxicated by her scent, the vitality that radiated from her. Iza caught themself reaching towards the child, and, horrified, vowed to find a means to not only survive, but to thrive. they would not die like this, with their sisters blood on their lips and the echoes of jeering in their ears.

the next few years were rigorous, as they pursued their study, and their goal. they graduated and received a university scholarship at fourteen. by seventeen, they patented what would become Fauxfizz. by eighteen, they were a household name.

At twenty-nine, as the head of a multi-billion dollar corporation, Iza does not visit their mother often (ever), although they send checks every month. their sister is currently studying at a top academy, wanting for nothing. Meanwhile, Iza looks down at the world around them; the people look like ants from their height.

So begins...

Iza Kuroi's Story

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astra yves
hex: #fbb3b3
location: the nest
attire: x x
anthem: when i grow up
iza kuroi
hex: #3a495a
location: the nest
attire: x
anthem: gucci linen
it had been a long time since she had felt such agony. tears pooled in her eyes, every ounce of her remaining will keeping them from falling. her hands trembled, their fingertips stained red. as the pain bubbled in her throat, her affliction was inescapable.

she took another bite, finishing off what remained of the devil's-inferno-hot-sauce-dipped hot wing. bravely licking the remnants of the sauce from the edges of her mouth, she smiled through the pain. "It's actually not too bad!"

"'Not too bad'? You're crying, right now." The interviewer responded in dubious amusement, prompting a loud laugh from the actress, any remnants caught in her teeth hidden by her hand.



"And... turn this way! Yes, beautiful! Gorgeous!" The photographer was bent in a way reminiscent of paranormal possessions, both the natural curve of their body and gravity seemingly inconsequential to the performing of their craft. "A bit more of an angle to the face... a bit lowe- yes! Perfect!"

Astra was used to the compliments, but nonetheless felt compelled to smile in response to them. Affirmations, apparently, never got old. Still, she maintained her severe expression, so as not to betray the photoshoot's ice-queen concept.



"Why hide from it, when you can Fae-ce it?" Any traces of tiredness were hidden deep beneath an enigmatic smile, and a face full of the entire Fae-ce It makeup collection.

"Aaaand... cut! Astra, love, that was great. I think one more take and we'll be all set. That okay?"

Astrid nodded cheerfully, "Sounds good!" As she bent down to help the dainty makeup artist reach her face, she stifled a yawn, and glanced down at her phone.

Thank fuck- enough time for a powernap before the party. It had been a long day, but, with the day being what is was, it was also one she had no intention of ending, any time soon.

not before getting seriously hammered, anyway.




the tin was circular and slender as a compact mirror, its body dark and plain save for the dappling of silver stars across its lid. Its contents were far more colourful; ten red-and-blue tabs, a number that turned to nine as Astra tapped one from the tin, and placed it with a habitual ease onto her tongue.

it wasn't wise to mix medication with drugs of a more illicit nature, but any reticence that Astra had once held that significantly diminished over time, encouraged by a lack of unfortunate events during previous attempts. her fear, it seemed, paled in comparison to her self-assurance, at least when it came to parties. or perhaps it wasn't arrogance, but rather a lust for a freedom she seldom otherwise granted herself.

medical science doesn't care much for the personal philosophies and anecdotal reasoning behind the evasion of its guidelines, but that was, and always would be irrelevant, so long as Astra was having a good time. Which she was, or, rather, would be soon.

She considered bringing the tin with her, but then remembered where she was going, and put it back into her dresser before leaving her home for the car waiting outside. Iza, hair already wild and pupils already diluted, leaned out of the passenger window.

"Took you long enough."

Astra rolled her eyes, shoving the vampire's head back into the car with before getting into the vehicle after them.

"That's rich, coming from your chronically late ass."

Iza only smirked, raising their hands to reveal two glasses hooked between their left's fingers, and a bottle of champagne, which they waved lazily with their right.

"Honey, everything's rich coming from me."



they arrived to beautiful lights and chorusing voices. People were cheering, laughing, kissing... all things Astra anticipated for herself as she stepped out of the car. She caught her own name being spoken, but didn't turn in response; she had learned to differentiate the voices of friends from strangers years ago, when it became household. Most did not try to engage her directly, content with taking their videos from afar. But the crowd was dizzy tonight, on drugs and joy and booze, and liquid courage prompted three separate groups to approach her for selfies before Iza, bored of waiting (and of photobombing), dragged her away. As she was pulled through the doors to the Nest, Astra offered a final smile, and an ethusiastic "Happy Solstice!" towards her accumulated audience.

Entering the Nest she was immediately met by familiar faces, though not the ones she was most excited about. She realised, retroactively, that Priya may not have escaped to the Nest yet, but as her thumb hovered over the keyboard of her phone (one that she would likely have had little luck typing on, given how it swirled in her state), she caught sight of them; a collection of some of her nearest and dearest.

"-No one give Johnathon too hard a time, who knows - maybe this can become a regular thing again?"

Catching the latter half of Priya's statement, Astra slipped in beside her, putting a flutter of a kiss on the cheek of the sun elf before shooting Crowley a mischievous smile. Iza, similarly, moved in beside Diana, offering a similarly sly expression.

"No promises."