" I hate it here. " - Ogata thought to himself, his eyes staring blankly into the ceiling.
He's been bound to his bed for a week now thanks to a sickness he picked up while hunting. His nose is always clogged, and his throat remains irritated and sore as a result of the snot dripping into it. [+]
๐โ๐ผ ๐ผ๐๐น๐๐ป๐๐๐ผโ๐ ๐๐ฝ โ๐ผ๐๐, โ๐๐๐๐ธ๐๐ โ๐๐๐โ๐ธ
- mature and dark themes.
- semi-literate.
- lore-heavy character.
Wonderful.
โ
แฅt แฅฒ tแฅฒษพg๊ซt แฅเนthเนแฅ ๐๐๐ ๊ช๊ซt๊ซษพแฅ, แฅฒแฅd แ'แฅฃแฅฃ แฅ๊ซแฅd แฅฒ แฏแฅแฅฃแฅฃ๊ซt thษพ๊ชฎแฅgh th๊ซเนษพ แฏษพแฅฒเนแฅ แฅเนth๊ชฎแฅt ฦแฅฒเนแฅฃ.
~~ OGATA HYAKUNOSUKE. ~~
แฉ๊ชฎแฅ แฅด๊ชฎแฅแฅฃd แฅแฅฒแฅก thเนแฅ ษพเนฦแฅฃ๊ซ แฅฒแฅd แ แฅ๊ซษพ๊ซ ๊ชแฅฒd๊ซ ฦ๊ชฎษพ ๊ซแฅฒแฅดh ๊ชฎth๊ซษพ.
Ogata is staring blankly at his phone screen, his pupils dialating in confusion.
"..What's a.. "hawk tuah"?"
'Soon as I said this I got followed by a bunch of people. Thank you guys.
Ogata scratches his stubble, a thought bubble appearing above his head. Oh god.
" Yeah, I can relate. I had a.. I knew.. I've heard about a similar guy. "
Honestly,I am this close to flipping or leaving this acc to rot.
The muse isn't popular, and there's barely anyone who I can interact with without feeling like I am disrespecting the character
Slicking his hair back.
" Who's Ghiaccio? We just sat down to talk and you started with that. "
Figured I should post this in case anyone would want an interaction from me.
Name: Kurapika Kurta
Age: 19
Ethnicity: Native/Indigenous "From the Kurta Clan"
"Kurapika is the last living member of the Kurta Clan and is seeking revenge against the Phantom Troupe on his mission to recover the stolen scarlet eyes of his clan"
(Layout Credit: thestruggler.bsky.social )
Sitting on a rock, located at the outskirts of a forest.
Taking in the cold air, while sipping on a beer can from the 6-pack he bought in his way here.
One loud bang and dead bird later, and he's reloading his rifle again.
" This is getting boring. " Ogata thought to himself.
Ogata stands up, and quietly begins to walk back to the staircase which had led him up here, not even looking back at that edge once.
Someone had killed themselves here a few months prior. It's a coward's way out. At least he thinks so.
But now he is in the shoes of that same coward. And it's eating at him.
The thought of being the same as that man who he despises for taking a "coward's way out".. it infuriates him [+]
The thought of him fucking up so royally, and that thought alone, is what puts fear into Ogata.
He doesn't like being scared, no one does. But the feeling is so excruciatingly strong that he can't stand to feel it.
His eyes look down from the edge of the rooftop and onto the ground. [+]
He's never needed anyone before, so why should he now? The man willingly killed his entire family for fuck's sake. How come it is when he's finslly gotten what he wants..
..He feels so hollow. So miserable and--for lack of a better term--pathetic. [+]
He had found his mondane routine of attempting to go out and interact with the cityfolk has become frustraitingly difficult, as no one seems to take interest in him aside from his physical appearence.
He pauses, waking up from the trance.
What is he thinking? [+]
Initial discomfort, the wildcat continues to observe the city's veins work. Cars from different periods of time drive quickly through the snowy road, children and teenagers are discussing homework and video games.
Yet Ogata's life has stopped feeding into the city's rhythm.
He's sitting down on a rooftop's edge, obserbing the bustling city beneath him. It's not like it's comfy to be sitting there either, as snow has just started falling.
This makes Obata's butt cold. It's certainly not a pleasant feeling.
Pushing through that [+]
His stance relaxes a little. Though that isn't saying much considering that he's still holding the blade while also being completely clueless to Alastor's immunity to human weapons.
" I'm listening. " Ogata replied in the same tone as before.
Ogata's pupils dialate. He draws a combat knife.
" What do you want? " He asked icely.
He hunched over slightly, half-crouching. It was as if a feline predator was preparing to lunge at their prey.
He's not super tall, super muscular or extremely fat. This is just a japanese man from.rhe looks of things. But Alastor knows better than to judge by one's appearence.
Doesn't he?
A particular-looking man walks past the radio demon. Small but noticeable chills run down Alastor's spine immediately after. As the demonspawn turns his head in a commonly eerie fsshion, his eyes fall upon.. a regular man. [+]
The Wildcat is observing other creatures and people interact in this white void, his pupils dialating. A cigarette is pressed in-between his lips. It doesn't harm him. Nothing does, seemingly.
His index and middle finger pinch the cigarette, removing it from his lips. A plume of smoke follows.
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