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Ichiro Matsumori

Born from shame, raised like a prince, lived as a slave, working as an assassin.

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a character in “Victus Per Vitualamen”, as played by kouchima

Description

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Alias / Nicknames:
Chiro, Kurochou

Birthday:
June 17th, 1989

Blood Type:
O

Species:
Cambion (offspring of a succubus and a human)

Hair Color:
Naturally red thanks to his Irish mother, but he bleaches it often.

Eye Color:
Brown; sometimes gold when he's using his powers as an incubus.

Orientation / Status:
Pansexual, but prefers men 99% of the time / Single

Country of Origin:
Japan

Height:
170cm

Distinguishing Features:
Tattoo of two kanji on his left wrist that he keeps hidden by wrapping black cloth around it
Black moth tattoo on the back of his neck
Straight scar just above the black cloth on his left forearm
A few scars from blades on his back and shoulders

Occupation:
He is Takeshi's right-hand man, running errands for the demon and often being sent on important missions. When he isn't doing Death's bidding, he can also be found helping Jae Hwa run the races.

Personality:
Ichiro is silent and intelligent, always taking in his surroundings and assessing each situation swiftly. Those that knew him just a few years ago would remember him as young, naive, trusting, and gentle. Now, however, he is a trained killer. Ichiro is cold and, at times, borderline cruel. However, he does not turn his anger on those who do not deserve it, and still remains kind at heart, but it would take a lot for him to open up and show that side of himself again.
When he wants to get his way, or get someone to like him, he can be incredibly charming.
The incubus is a very talented musician, and though he rarely composes anymore, his still plays piano and guitar every now and then.

Abilities/Powers:
Ichiro has been training to gain better control of his power over the shadows. Also, as an incubus, he has the ability to increase someone's sexual desire and pleasure.
He is also very tech-savvy, and can hack nearly any system if given enough time.
On top of this, Ichiro is a self-proclaimed polyglot and speaks multiple languages. (Japanese, English, Mandarin & Cantonese, Russian, Spanish, French. Currently learning: German and Irish-Gaelic.)

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Likes:
Music
Technology
Racing
His father

Dislikes:
Pureblood demon nobility
Traveling

Strengths:
Hand to hand combat
Speed
Technology
Languages

Weaknesses:
His family & friends
He's not the strongest physically
His past

Background:
Ichiro enjoyed a very luxurious upbringing as a child. However, becoming a successful businessman meant his father had made a few enemies. When Ichiro was thirteen, he was kidnapped and held for ransom. But unbeknownst to the perpetrators, their ransom note never made it to his father. Frustrated, the kidnappers sold him into an underground slave market. After his first mistress was killed six years later, Ichiro found himself working for a nice family as a stable boy. He stayed there for quite some time until the family fell on hard times and had to sell all their belongings, including their servants.

Ichiro was bought by a demon noble, a pureblood that would much rather spend time in his personal library than at his family gatherings. Ichiro fell head over heels for his master, and though things seemed complicated at first, they soon fell into a comfortable relationship. However, good things never seem to last long for the half-breed. He awoke one day to find his lover gone and his estate up for sale, with nothing more than a single letter giving Ichiro a brief explanation. Hurt and confused, but determined to find his now ex-master and set things straight, Ichiro escaped the slave trade and found his father. He began working for his company and, sure enough, eventually was able to reunite with his love. ...But things did not go as planned.

Heartbroken yet again, Ichiro prepared to take his own life, but was stopped and recruited by an acquaintance of his, Takeshi Kimura. Now he serves Organization VPV, which keeps a steady level of chaos in Japan's decaying post-apocalyptic society.

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Base: Shou / Show (Alice Nine / A9 / Diawolf)

So begins...

Ichiro Matsumori's Story

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Matsumori

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Image She wasn't Hikari at that moment, nor was she Lucelle. She was something that had been sitting deep within that young female, whom had grown quite the bit. Everything had happened in such a fast pace, and although she had been avoiding going to school, she was still having the time of her life and she was still being bullied, even from the distance, even from the shadows. Hikari knew they were tailing her, wherever she went and living at home had become a nightmare.

All those writings on the windows, they even had murdered her familiar - a bakeneko, whom she had found laying in pool of blood on the balcony, mutilated. Whatever they wanted, they weren't going to get it and as much as she kept resisting, the harder they kept coming at her. Hikari hated that. Lucelle hated that. SHE hated that.

Leaning against the hood of her racing car, she was sucking on a lollipop and wearing rather... revealing and skinny clothes. Not that she cared anyhow.

The setting changes from racing-grounds to Ichiro' Apartment

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Matsumori Character Portrait: Hiromasa Miyazaki Character Portrait: Takeshi Kimura

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Image "I realized one thing about our family some time ago," she spoke, looking up to Takeshi and taking his hand into hers, understanding then of how much in pain was he and what a big headache he must have been enduring while tending to Lucelle, "family is our strength and our weapon. I may have been never able to keep it, but I am planning to hold onto it now no matter what. I will NOT lose YOU again, Takeshi."

She was serious, and her own heart ached for him, with him, understanding well enough of how all this information might push Takeshi away a little bit, but she knew better. He won't go far from her and from what they have built up together. As she had her own 'demons', so had Takeshi.

Andrew was feeling dizzy, but to stall the poison spreading any faster, he pulled out one of his many knives - its white blade glittering in the dim light of the apartment. Cutting into his wrist, he let his white, thick blood flow out and there it was - the black roots of this damn poison, slithering out along with his own blood. He grunted, then growled so it was echoing throughout the living room where it was just him and the sleeping boy on the couch, but it won't be enough to get it all out of him.

"Rem...," Kochou whispered, "...impatient as ever, but... brave." She was still looking up at Takeshi, still holding onto his hand.

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Tossing his head backwards, he was feeling as if he was going to explode, but it wasn't his mind nor body to do that. Suddenly, after last gag, his whole body spasmed and white, almost golden sperm sped out of his member, right into Ichiro' throat.

"You... are... magical, boy," he managed to mumble, closing his eyes and grabbing Ichiro' shoulders again, keeping the boy still. Then, he looked at Ichiro and smiled: "I might still need you in the next weeks. Will you be willing and ready for me?"

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Matsumori Character Portrait: Hiromasa Miyazaki Character Portrait: Takeshi Kimura

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Image Kochou took a deep breath in, and let it go as soon as she heard Lusci enter, who hurried next to Hikari and Takeshi. "This is bad. I haven't seen magic like this for centuries. Whomever managed to find it, they are either foolish to meddle with something like this or they come from a long line of Ancients," he kneeled down beside the bed and waited for Takeshi to brush her hair away from that beautiful face, then placed his hand over her forehead and closed his own eyes. "I can sense them, but they are locked in. Both souls," he murmured, starting to glow along with Hikari's body.

Kochou was just staring outiside, sensing that another wave of attackers were about to come at them. She was going to kill a lot that night...


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Andrew had managed to stand up, but still leaning against the living room wall, dizzy and having trouble to understand where exactly he was. His dark, short hair started to turn completely white, strand by strand.

There was a voice, so familiar and soon the face followed: "I... will... be. Now... that you... are... here, I... will be." He only managed to mutter, only to fall back onto his knees, into the small puddle of his own blood. Coughing, Andrew leaned his head back against the wall and just looked at Ichiro, smiling weirdly: "You look like an Angel... my... Angel..."

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Matsumori Character Portrait: Takeshi Kimura

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Kochou was speaking to the Shinigamis in her mind, giving them orders to protect the place as much as possible. It was necessity, until they managed to figure out the situation with Hikari and Luce. When this was clear, they were going to move to Chiyo's.

Opening his eyes, Luscious nodded: "Yes, Hikari is more present than Luce. She is saying that there is some sort of halo between our world and them. It is in color of dark red...Hikari keeps saying she hears the sounds of wolves. That they look old, but vicious. There are three of them, protecting the 'lock'. Does it say anything to you, Takeshi-kun?"

Image Andrew suddenly grabbed Ichiro' chest and pulled the Incubus closer to himself, speaking in whisper: "I am sorry, but I have to do this, Young Master." He then pulled Ichiro into a deep, passionate kiss. Andrew felt as if he was melting into the younger male, and he only let pulled his lips away, when he wasn't able to breathe anymore.

"I love you, Ichiro Matsumoto," he said in complete daze. The white hair and his whole presence turned into his younger self, similar in the age of Young Master. This was the best way to keep his energy up until he was done with the fighting. He might end up more hurt than he was then, but he didn't care. This was his home, and he was going to protect it. "I love you," he whispered again.

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