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Misaki Akhito

Human of the samurai

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a character in “Tsukiakari”, as played by fawnrhonu




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♔ || Name || ♔
Miska Akhito
♔ || Nickname(s) || ♔
Akhito to strangers, Misa to his friends.
♔ || Race || ♔
♔ || Specializes In || ♔
God/Spirit/Demon/Human of the samurai

♔ || Age || ♔

♔ || Gender || ♔
♔ || Sexuality || ♔
♔ || Face Claim || ♔

♔ || Height || ♔
6ft 1inch
♔ || Weight || ♔
170 pounds
♔ || Hair Color || ♔
Black curls that sit below his chin
♔ || Eye Color || ♔
Leaf green
♔ || Skin Tone || ♔
Slightly tanned
♔ || Build/Appearance/Preferred Clothing || ♔
Not too muscular but a body type that is completely toned. From the side he appears quite slim especially when wearing his tradition black and red embroidered slim fit yukata. His montsuki is also black with a red and gold dragon on the back. His hair is jet black and sits just below his chin line while the back reaches the base of his neck. There is a small scar on his left cheek that he obtained as a child.


♔ || Weapon || ♔
A long Katana that has a white hilt and cover that are always kept clean
♔ || Abilities || ♔

♔ || Personality || ♔
Misaki is an honourable young man who believes in loyalty and trust. He is quite reserved but peak his interest and he will gladly partake in conversation. Due to his upbringing Misaki will and has never broken a promise as he believes it is dishonourable and after his death he would be greatly punished. Misaki is a strong believer in karma and tries to outway his bad deeds (killing) with good.
♔ || Likes || ♔
He enjoys peace and quiet, taking great pleasure in the comfort of hia own company. However he doesn't always like to be alone and sometimes seeks company, usually to appreciate beautiful scenery. Misaki likes people who are honest and caring and warms to them very quickly.
♔ || Dislikes || ♔
After a tragic accident when he was a child, Misaki never learned to swim so he despises deep water. He has a great dislike for demons and those with strange gifts.
♔ || Talents || ♔
Misaki is an excellent swordsman with fairly good kick boxing skills. He is well trained in the art of kendo which is his best asset.
♔ || Flaws || ♔
Sometimes he can be too reserved and finds it difficult to trust people.
♔ || Fears || ♔
Misaki is afraid of boats. He refuses to go in water that goes higher than his waist.

♔ || Family || ♔
Misaki was nine years old when his parents and sister were brutally slaughtered by a demon that rose up from the lake by his home. He managed to survive as his parents hid him and his sister under the house but sadly in a fit of panick his sister fled from the hiding spot and Misaki never saw her again. The sight of his parents torn bodies sent Misaki into a twisted depression in which his hunting for demons began.
♔ || Romantic Interest || ♔
♔ || Bio || ♔
Misaki grew up in a wooden cottage house by a large lake with his parents and younger sister. His family was poor so Misaki and his father would often go hunting and practice kendo while out together. Being a humble family misaki never asked for anything and was content with his peaceful family. Since the family was secluded they had no recollection of the horrors that were occurring out in the world. One day it found them. At the ge of nine Misaki witnessed a demon rise up from his beloved lake and devour his family. Misaki fled from his home after this tragic incident and has stayed clear of water ever since. Up untill the age of thirteen Misaki wandered the lands practicing the art of kendo with sticks or other objects. He lived by steeling and hunting for food in towns or the wilderness. His look changed when his fourteenth birthday aproached an old man was dying in a secluded wood where Misaki found him. The man had been attacked by a demon and Misaki vowed to care for him. Appreciative of the boys kindness the old man gave Misaki a map and coins and told him to find the old mans house and complete what he had failed to do. Misaki promised and found the old mans house. Inside misaki found letters of the demon attacks and all asked the old man for help. Underneath this mountain of letters was a white katana and on that day Misaki vowed to follow in the old mans footsteps, training with the katana and helping others the best he could. He earned money killing demons in the nearby village and has remained in the house for the lasseven years.
♔ || Other || ♔
He is quite crafty with a bow but chooses to use only his Katana. He likes to emurse himself in books under the trees near his woodland home.

I hope this is acceptable, unfortunately due to the technology I am using I can not use gifs or images so please forgive me.

So begins...

Misaki Akhito's Story


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Demon | of | Revenge


Laying, bored as usual, in the center of the Tsukiakari shrine, Ankoku, the demon of revenge, stared stultifyingly at the tree's slowly beginning to lose their charm, blossoms, and leaves. Fall was approaching along with winter following afterwards. Not that she cared. Ankoku hardly paid attention to the seasons. In fact, she was quite apathetic about many things after all the years she's lived her dull life, 'It's always the same thing, over and over again.'
She thought tiredly to herself. Lately, the individual prayers that she had gotten were all stories about how someone's loved one was killed by a demon or another human, and she, Ankoku, had to go hunt down the killer and take care of them herself. She was named the demon of revenge for a good reason, but sometimes, she wanted a more interesting request than the same stories over and over again.

Ankoku glanced over at the donation boxes, ones where people tossed any extra money in hopes that their luck of their wishes being granted would be increased. Out of boredom, and curiosity, she got up, walking barefoot, as usual, on the smooth wooden floors of the Tsukiakari housing until she reached the front of the shrine. It was no surprise how quiet it was and how no one was in sight of the shrine. They were, even during the war, still quite unpopular.

She walked by every single demon, spirit, and their great god's boxes until she reached her own. A few coins, as expected. Ankoku was still quite a minor demon, hardly known, hardly powerful. But what told her that she was still there and remembered was when she got prayers. Of course, they were mostly from bad people. What good person would want revenge? No one.

Just as she scoffed at how poor Tsukiakari really was, she realized that she was getting another prayer, 'My brother was killed in this war. A demon killed him on the battle field, one with a large head and a tiny body. It was tall and intimidating. Please take revenge for me, Ankoku.' Ankoku frowned with annoyance at this and wiped the memory clear from her head, deciding not to take that job. As unsatisfied as she was, she'd rather be that than have to replay the same story all over again for the hundredth time.

'It's just another damn prayer. Who the hell cares if I don't take revenge for them either? Honestly... humans are so tiring... We don't have to do all their work. If they really wanted revenge, they wouldn't call on a demon to do their bidding.' Just like the gods who had unleashed hell, Ankoku, too, despised most humans.

Ankoku was orignally about to walk away, seeing as there was nothing of interest to her there until there was a chime of the bell; the bell belonging to Tsukiakari's shrine. That meant that there was a prayer for the whole entire group. The whole entire Tsukiakari group. Quickly, she ran back to the largest saisen, the donation box, which obviously was for the Tsukiakari group, and found a prayer written across the board, how they are usually written for the group.

''The demons are spreading to my village lately, and they're terrorizing everyone. It started with just a few pranks, like breaking pots or tripping the kids, but it's gotten more violent. People are dying and we can see them clearly now. They're wiping out the whole entire village. Our men, including myself, can't stop them, and the women and children are being killed. Please, Tsukiakari, help us.'

It was from an adult male villager, and this made Ankoku grow eager. Rudely, as usual, she called throughout to those who were still in the area of the shrine, "Off your asses, fools! Get over here! We finally got a prayer." She felt the excitement rush through her while she yelled. Hell, she could care less if anyone was bothered by her yelling at this point.