TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
first activity check is currently underway. regardless of your green status, please be sure to check it out and make extra sure your characters make it safe and sound after the eighth of march.
01.28
we're officially re-opened! come check out our event, the pokeathlon forever to enjoy some fresh restart activities. let leap know if there are any skin bugs, and they'll be sorted out accordingly!
Care to hear about our lord and savior Operation: Mindcrime? In all seriousness: Hello, hello! I'm Pharaoh Leap – or just Leap – local head admin and rock opera enthusiast. On the rare chance you catch me in a time when I'm not bawling about characters entirely written into song, you may see me actually doing work around the site, like skinning, making too many characters, and encouraging others to also make too many characters. I only know how to write angst, and in no fewer than six trillion words an app or post, so if you like dying while reading like I like dying while writing, I'm the girl for you. ;o
Howdy guys! The names Astro and I am your resident Brit & Red muse (you'll honestly see me more on him than any of my other characters). I'm a moderator and my main job is to make sure everything is running smoothly so the Admins can focus on other things, you'll often see me within the apps and shops, etc when I'm not on Red. What can I say about myself? Apart from being a Red fanboy I like music and games and yaoi huehue, I honestly never now what to put into these sort of things but ohwell, I'm more of a "ask me and I'll tell" sorta guy. Anyway, from my personally I hope that you enjoy the site and what we produce here but also if you're new, please look around and if you like what you see please consider joining for rad plots that everyone gives! :D
Hey there~ Nano over here! I uh.. Wait, I'm doing this right, right? Bleh. So I'm a moderator over here - fun, fun - who kind of just.. Keeps an eye on everyone. You know, the whole app thing and what not. Uh.. Lets see.. When I'm not doing school work (because I may or may not be trying to be a good student) I'm probably storming up new ideas like events and etc. Or plots. Plots are always good, too. As you can see, I uh.. Have the horrible habit of making way too many characters. I swear, I was tempted with plots, ships and angst. It's like, the holy trinity. Uh.. What else is there about me? Oh, right! Please excuse my obnoxiousness. I'm just really loud in general so don't be surprised if I start screaming as loudly as I can caps. So yeah. Nice meeting you!
tbe: take two! is inspired by, but not associated with nintendo's pokemon franchise. the current skin was created by pharaoh leap using font icons primarily from ion icons and fonts from google fonts. banner art by vav of pixiv. characters, with the exception of canons from the manga, belong to the members who write them, and all posts and templates on site are credited to their respective authors and artists. we claim nothing that is not ours.
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on May 1, 2018 21:11:06 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]Tatsuya nodded within a simple response to the initial remark that he was given, though upon hearing the latter statements and inquiries, he blinked quietly while allowing the words themselves to register. His tail swayed softly behind him before he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck with a soft, awkward smile while chuckling gently all the while. ”Mmn… You say that like it’s been, like...more than half my life since you last saw me, or something,” he mused aloud at first. The hand that he held against his neck eventually lifted upwards; slipping its fingers within his hair and ruffling it faintly as he scratched his head in thought. ”It’s only been, like...a year or so. Two, tops~. ...I doubt I look that different~.”
Following those statements had been another, shorter bout of silence; one that had been quicker to end that time around as the boy breathed out a low, thoughtful sigh while leaning back in his seat. Yet again, his tail have a gentle twitch behind him as he crossed his legs, shrugging. ”...School’s been fine, though, I guess,” he eventually continued on, quirking his lip. ”Uh...I’m in my first year of high school, now, so...that’s a thing? Joined the dance team, too, so that’s keeping me busy, but I’ve been keeping up with my studies.” He paused while thinking a bit more; amber voids of his narrowing slightly as he hummed pensively and tapped his foot within a similar manner. ”Er… And...when I have free time, or when I’m looking in between assignments and events and stuff, I just help out with looking after Ryusei, and stuff. So...the norm, really.”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Ishini Mazuka , (hella delayed)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Apr 11, 2018 2:15:00 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]There. Those two words alone were the finalized triggers that caused his eyes to widen as the full realization registered within his mind. The scaled, plated tail of draconian ties swayed behind him gently before falling motionless once more; amber voids of his continuously lingering upon the other’s form within a degree of disbelief all the while. ...That was, until he caught wind of the tears, at least. From then on, the disbelief had lingered, of course- though despite the circumstances, he found himself growing a little bit more concerned. ...Mostly because of the fact that the area was public, and that there were many others around to potentially witness if enough of a scene was produced.
So, he only panicked for a brief moment before more or less acting on the fly.
He took a step backwards to turn around- though it was only to place his own cup back upon the table that he took for himself. He reached over within a quick motion to grab a couple of napkins from the smaller dispenser secured upon the surface while he was there, as well; shifting upon his heels to face her general direction once more. Weaving around one or two people who intervened within his path, he stepped back over - and a little bit closer than he had stood prior - before slipping over within the seat across from her within a rather smooth and swift manner despite the tone of the moment.
”Er...here,” he started off while handing her the napkins, subtly feeling the awkwardness dwell upon him soon after he sat down. Nevertheless, however, he merely shifted within his seat for a split second or so - more so to scoot himself closer to the table - and cast a quick glance around to see whether or not others were looking before he peered back over at her. ”I-... Er… Take a moment if you need it,” he continued onwards, ”but-... ...What-... What’re you doing here…? ...Why’re you in Lyeant…?”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Ishini Mazuka , (all the muse)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Apr 11, 2018 1:44:01 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]For a good while, the boy remained more or less oblivious and unknowing to that had been occurring behind him; only paying the majority of his attention to the work laid out before him, and - on occasion - to the foods and drink that had been delivered his way and exchanged for the number card that he was given when they were all ready. A quick smile and word of thanks had been delivered to the server as he began to passively nibble and whittle down the food that he had ordered in between papers and the like; idly and commonly holding either a spoon or a cup to his lips to eat or sip a beverage within one hand as the remaining scribbled letters and notes down onto whatever assignment that he needed to complete. After a good amount of time, however - and about half of his plate gone, much to his surprise - he found himself in need of another refill. He seemed whatever small remainder lingered within the cup before absentmindedly rattling the ice within the containment; a gesture of thought as he mulled over a few more questions listed within the current worksheet before breathing a sigh.
He decided to think more on it while he got a refill, seeing as though they had installed a couple of drink fountains for customers to visit on their own volition for sake of taking more whenever they wanted to after purchases. With a quiet sigh, he plucked his earbuds from his ears for the moment as he backed his chair up a faint bit in order to slip out; taking his cup with him as he stood up. His free hand smoothed his clothes down as he turned heel with the intention of starting for the fountains afar, though that time around, he found himself freezing almost immediately after doing so after his gaze wandered for but a split second. They hadn’t widened by any means, though the confusion and disbelief had been clear within that amber gaze of his as he found himself staring at the woman who sat just a short ways away from him. He caught sight of her, as well as her mannerisms; internally growing increasingly confused and concerned - among several other emotions - upon seeing her general look. By then, she may have been looking down at her own drink, but she still had his full, undivided attention.
And it was that exact attention that prompted him to give a disbelieving, one worded call over the small distance between them:
”...Mom...?”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Ishini Mazuka , (aaand hello there muse)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Apr 3, 2018 12:37:50 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]Now, the routine in, out, and around the cafe was more or less a normal one. Although he only came around every so often, ‘every so often’ in itself still also translated to ‘fairly often’, what with the amount of times that he visited both on his own, as well as with friends, and even his father on occasion, as well. Thus, once he found himself within the bounds of the establishment itself, scuttled through the line as it ticked forward, and finally found himself at the front of the line, he greeted the person at the register with a familiar greeting and smile alike; only going through so much as to confirm the memorized order that the person themselves proposed through him as a confirmation of the thing that he always purchased, over anything and everything else. Accordingly, the boy himself merely flashed them a smile and a nod within said confirmation before being alerted of the standard total for the meal, and with a card at the ready, he held it out for them to take and finalize the transaction with. After signing a small paper to label his own confirmation of purchase, he took his receipt and order number alike before setting off to find a free table for himself.
Unbeknownst to him, he actually passed right by the table of a certain, amber eyed someone, but by the time that he’d done so, he already found himself occupied with his phone after it buzzed and rang once or twice with a couple of incoming texts. From his father, specifically. They hadn’t been messages asking him where he was, or anything like that, though. If anything, they were just questions confirming how long he’d be out, and questions that he didn’t mind answering accordingly and in a timely manner all the same. After all; it wasn’t like he was trying to lie or anything of the sort. He wasn’t lying. Wasn’t hiding where he was, or why he was out. What he had told his father earlier within the last day or two was the truth, and still remained the truth. So...again. He didn’t mind ensuring his father of his intentions.
When he did, he took care to look away from the screen for but a moment or two in order to slip the number card that he was given into the stand of the unoccupied table that he scoped out little more than a minute or two earlier; setting his phone down on the tabletop afterwards, and slipping his back down and onto one side of the booth that he himself would sit upon afterwards. With a quiet sigh, he plucked the base of his earbuds out of the jack of his mp3 player after turning the device off; going on to plug it into the jack of his laptop after pulling it out and setting it down on the table itself. Once he turned it on and pulled a music program to continue his tunes, he turned to pull a couple of textbooks, folders, and the standard writing utensils out of his bag. Pencils. Pens. Erasers. The norm.
He flipped his papers and folders to the pages that he needed, and with a final confirmation of his song choice, went on to minimize the program before getting to work. The notion in itself revealed his desktop wallpaper.
The picture of choice? ...A family photo, by the looks of it. Not of his biological family, though. There were four people in total. Himself. A tinier child; no more than a few years old. ...And then a jade eyed man and an auburn eyed woman to join them.
A memento, of sorts.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Ishini Mazuka , (heeeello there family photo)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Mar 17, 2018 13:36:08 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]”Yoooo, so there’s practice tomorrow, too right?” ”Yup-yup~!” ”Riiight after school~?” ”Uh-huh~. Meet in the dance room as usual~.” ”Roger-dodger~! See ya then~.”
With those words, a particular, younger boy gave a wave to another friend of his as they parted ways; each departing off for different directions along the sidewalk as they ventured off and away from their high school campus for the day. The blonde himself found a lingering smile upon his lips as he strode off; peering after his friend for but a minute or two before beginning to take his mp3 player and earbuds out. Unraveling the wires within a rather swift and instinctive manner, he guided his hands down to the base of the buds before plugging it into the earphone jack of the music device itself; going on to shift the device on before selecting a song just as quickly and slipping it into his pocket. Given that he allowed a few moments to pass soon after selecting the song, he would have adjusted his bags - both school bag and dance duffle bag alike - upon his shoulders for sake of comfort before slipping both of the earbuds within his ears.
Amber voids of his glanced around the clearing as he wove accordingly through the other students that day; initially taking his common path back home and through the city, though that day, he would take a temporary detour and difference within his way back. That day, he let his father know that he’d be visiting somewhere to catch up on his studies and the like; a cafe, specifically. The man was lenient, and so long as he knew beforehand, he was more or less fine with him venturing out and about on his own, as well as coming back home in a timely manner.
After all, that’s how things had been for the past seven years or so.
So, Tatsuya Ryusaki continued his way down the streets of Eirenhyre; a faint and occasional bounce within his step as the songs cycled through his ears. His head nodded in tune to the respective melodies playing into his focus, and as time went on, he found himself at the entrance of the very cafe that he initially intended to enter. After holding the door open for a couple of other passerbys that both entered and exited the establishment - and acknowledging the thanks that they gave him for the gesture, if there was any at all - he took care to begin stepping over in order to slip inside himself.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Ishini Mazuka , (aaand hello short ass starters)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Mar 15, 2018 17:17:11 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]Aaaaalrighty, then… Let’s see how many incoming hoes we got for the next year…
The thought crossed his mind with a faint trace of exasperation as he kept his focus upon the primary student entrance located further within the distance; amber voids of his glancing among the various figures and forms as his soon to be underclassmen took what was likely their first steps atop their future high school campus. He maintained a rather bright smile of anticipation upon his lips while looking each person over; taking note of the mannerisms that they exhibited throughout their entries, regardless of whether it concerned the way that they walked, or the way that they talked- or perhaps even the way that they dressed. ...Definitely and especially the way that they dressed, honestly. As far as the boys went, he caught wind of the common sights of other kids within his generation- or somewhat close ti it, at the very least. You had the guys in outfits that looked like they literally just threw on the first things that they found earlier that day; the very same ones that kept themselves closer to the outskirts of the incoming floods of students, and were either alone, or walking with other kids like them. Every so often, you’d have a girl or two that joined them; all acting the same ways, be it from their soft spoken speech patterns, to the way that they walked. Not very athletic looking. Introverted. In all honesty…? The type of kid that Tatsuya himself preferred to see, and the same types that he took care to interact with more often. Hell, he preferred talking to all of those quieter and nerdy kids than-...
...Than them.
The ones that often approached him from the get go. The ones that really had nothing going for them except for their looks, and maybe - just maybe - their knowledge on completely unneeded matters solely because of the fact that that was the sheer degree of how much of dropouts they were going to be in the future. So, in short? The douchebags and the hoebags. The douchebags that took one look at him and approached him with something like, “Yo, bro!” or even, “How’s it hangin’, man?” while giving him either a high five or a shoulder bump in greeting. The hoebags that came up to him with smiles and compliments, all with makeup aggressively slapped on their faces to hide the plastic beneath, and what? Those clothing choices that made them think that they were ‘showing off the goods’?
Point one: you’re probably prepubescent, so you probably don’t have any goods to begin with Point two: Kendra, you got a concave ass. Concave, for God’s sake. Go back to preschool and grow the Hell up before taking another swing at it, man, because goddammit. If you’re trying to show how THICC you are, you already failed the only thing you set off to do.
...If it wasn’t blatantly and painfully obvious by then, he pretty much hated the majority of other kids. Sure; he looked like one of them. Dressed like them. Acted like them to some extent. ...But he still hated them because - all in all - most of them were just so damn stupid in a multitude of different ways. For sake of keeping temporary face and first impressions, however, he always decided to bear with it for at least a little while. Just to get a feel for how they acted. How they talked; how they expressed themselves, because once in a blue moon, there were some people who looked like the lot of them, but actually, genuinely had good intentions, as well as a good head on their shoulders. That was exactly why he gave everyone at least one chance. Talked to them at least once. Listened. Observed.
And just like how it was within those moments, he often found himself quickly regretting giving them all a chance.
Take his first interactions with a few of the girls, for example. He smiled at them. Smiled, Talked. He stayed kind and social, but not too long into the conversation that he had with them, he already knew everything that he needed to know. He already knew enough to decide to call them out when they least expected it. So he just stood there. Calmly responding in what was seemingly good mannerisms and fun humor, as if he was another douche just like the rest of them.
...And while maintaining that kind smile, he eventually shrugged within a bout of silence.
He had it. He had all of it ready. Ready to proclaim the rest of them as the fake little dolls that they were- but before he could, he heard another voice closer towards the back of the group. Amidst the turned heads, he peered among the crowd of other students and towards the hooded one afar; auburn eyes widened slightly in surprise as he let her remark sink in. It stewed within his mind for a few moments.
Rather than disagreeing with her in offense, he actually smiled a bit wider while laughing and tilting his head. ...Much to the shock, horror, and disgust of those other girls, of course.
”...You took the words right outta my mouth, man,” he laughed, grinning while raising an eyebrow at her. ”I mean...I appreciate all the interest and stuff. But what I’m not interested in is hooking up with a thottie or two, sooo...yeah~.”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Stephanie Nguyen , (callin them thotties out)
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Mar 13, 2018 20:43:43 GMT -6
[attr="class","trying"]
[attr="class","we1"]
[attr="class","avatar"]
[attr="class","lost1"]HEAR ME ROAR, DAMMIT.
[attr="class","rise"]
[attr="class","dying1"]
[attr="class","mouths1"]”Nee, Tatsuya.” ”Eh~?” ”Nan jikan ga kakarimasu ka?” ”...Eeeeh… Maybe just a few hours? Give or take one?” ”Ehhh… Tashika desu ka?” ”Yeah, I’m sure- and I’ll call you up when we’re done here, just like I said I would~.” ”Mmn… Hai-hai. Ja, mata ato de.” ”Uh-huh~. See you, Dad~.”
With those words, a soft breath escaped into the air as a subtle ‘beep’ accompanied it; amber voids beheld of a particular, younger dragon lingering upon the screen of his phone as a call ended. He peered upon the glass secured upon its form for a short while more before gently reaching his thumb over its surface; hovering it upon a spot closer towards the center of the screen before tapping it twice in swift succession, causing the device itself to fall within inactivity. Its screen darkened as a result, and once the screen fell blank beneath the glass, Tatsuya Ryusaki spun the phone itself within his palm before catching it once more; tightening his grasp upon it before going on to slip it within the bounds of one of the pockets of his sweatpants. Soon after doing so, he lifted his arms over his head; twining his fingers together while extending them upwards within a relieving stress. A gentle sigh left his lips towards the end of the gesture, and after he brought his hands and arms back down and closer to his form, he took care to begin crossing them in front of his chest to stretch them further.
”Yo, Tatsu~.”
Upon hearing his name, the boy blinked before turning his head and peering over towards the person that had called it aloud; finding himself glancing over towards a girl no more than a year or two older than he was. Although he was still intent upon giving his limbs a stretch, he took care to flash her a reasonable smile while flicking his extended wrist and hand within a wave.
”Yoooo, Rachie,” he called back, nodding. ”You need anything?”
She shook her head, shrugging. ”Nah, not really. Just wanted to make sure you were good and ready~.”
”Pfft… You know I was one of the people in charge for organizing this thing this year. Why wouldn’t I be ready?” ”I dunno, man~... Some people say that, but when the time comes, they get scattered~.” ”Yeah, well, you can count on me not to do that~.” ”Good, then! ‘Cause I think I see some of the kids coming right now~.”
While ending that latter statement, the girl flashed him another smirk; patting his shoulder before nodding over towards the student entrance and walking off to join the other members of leadership and the like for sake of finalizing the details of the orientation that night. As she made her way off, Tatsuya himself peered over at the entryway; eyeing the newcomers as they gradually began to pool in over time.
...I’m all for this, but I lowkey hope there aren’t too many people. Woops.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Stephanie Nguyen , (just gonna slip this in here woops)
Let 'em hear my thunder roar[break] This what they've been waiting for
[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab2bot"]
[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab2bot2"]
Abilities
[break]
Tatsuya himself maintains several, yet more minor attributes that give way to his draconian oriented genetics; ones that primarily and specifically allude to the very Pokemon that he takes after, the Jangmo-o. Most of his similarities lie within the particular abilities that he maintains as a result of his connections to the aforementioned creature, though as far as visual appearances go, he - much like his adoptive father - has several, harder and firmer scales spread across his body. For the most part, these scales are focused around his joints, and can also be found within smaller amounts and clusters upon his forehead and temples, as well as around his neck. Alongside these scales, he has the Jangmo-o's smaller and shorter tail; complete with the singular, fan-like scale that resides upon its tip.[break][break]
His first ability would be the most reminiscent to Jangmo-o's Overcoat ability, though with a few, more minor differences to take into account. While this ability does give him some form of leeway when in the face of natural, weather oriented occurrences, by no means is he immune to the effects of weather himself. Hail would still hurt him and chill him to the core in greater amounts and larger sizes, and the blazing sun would still cause him to be prone to conditions such as heat stroke and the like. However, while he may not necessarily be immune to the effects of weather, he does have a higher resistance to nature in general. Given his lineage as a dragon type Pokemon, he still fares to lesser extents within cooler and more icy conditions, though due to this ability, he tends to handle it a little bit better than most other dragons would be able to.[break][break]
The second ability that Tatsuya maintains alludes the most to Bulletproof, though, once again, there are a few differences to take into account when perceiving Tatsuya's Bulletproof in comparison to the Bulletproof ability of other Pokemon and gijinkas alike. Rather than being completely invulnerable to ball, bomb, cannon, and blast attacks, Tatsuya's all around endurance, stamina, and pain tolerances are merely higher than the average person's or Pokemon's; something that enables him the ability to take harder hits for a longer amount of time, as well as to keep running and doing other forms of physical activity for a longer time, as well. Due to this alteration in abilities, he would still be affected if he was struck by one of the aforementioned types of moves, but it would hurt and affect him considerably less- even if the move in question happened to be an ice type move. His weakness for ice is still apparent, though using Ice Ball over Ice Beam would prove to be less of a liability for him due to the fact that Ice Ball is still a ball type move, and Ice Beam isn't.[break][break]
Much like his prior two abilities, the last major ability that he has jurisdiction over is somewhat of a spinoff of the last ability that Jangmo-o has: Soundproof. Much like its original effects, Tatsuya's Soundproof does allow him to be invulnerable and unaffected by sound based moves, and alongside that, it increases his auditory pain and decibel threshold. As a result of this, Tatsuya himself is capable of listening in on things that would otherwise hurt others' ears and impair their senses of hearing. It would more or less take more effort and louder volumes for him to be pained by a sort of sound, and alongside this, his hearing is somewhat augmented in comparison to some others, as well.[break][break]
Ability listings end here; biography begins beyond the next header.[break][break]
They never gonna take me
Tatsuya Ryusaki - formerly Tatsuya Ebihara - was born on April eleventh approximately fourteen years before the current day. He was born to Takashi Ebihara and Chloe Hanako Kyoujii - a Ninetales gijinka and Haxorus gijinka, respectively - in Opelucid City, Unova, as a single child to the total family of three. His bonds with his direct family were tight through the short time that he knew them, and he even had several extended family members that he knew the names of- but due to the fact that his mother's brother in specific wasn't the best type of person, his parents chose to isolate his family from the others; only coming into contact with the family members from his father's side of the family instead. Between his parents' shared genetics, he ended up inheriting his father's features and his mother's gijinka type, and was born as a Jangmo-o gijinka as a result.
Tatsuya's biological family was more or less apart of the middle class. His parents made a fair amount of money that was sufficient in providing for the three of them, and his parents were loving within their treatments and mannerisms towards him. With their income being more than sufficient between the three of them, both Takashi and Chloe took it upon themselves to spoil Tatsuya to some degree while still teaching him the meaning of modesty and whatnot, and it was through this care that Tatsuya became significantly more attached to both of his parents much quicker and more intensely than most other children would have been for the most part.
[break][break]
They never gonna break me, no
When Tatsuya was about four years of age, he lost his mother due to a reckless and drunk driver that was driving through the streets of Opelucid City. He had been in the car with his mother and father at the time, and he managed to stay conscious for a short while before falling unconscious. Throughout the small span of time that he was awake, he managed to catch a glimpse of the seats near the front; catching sight of both of his parents as they were each badly wounded due to the strength of the collision itself. Prior to falling unconscious, the last thing he saw was his mother with several wounds and the like while profusely bleeding. Some time after the paramedics arrived and transported them, Tatsuya found himself in a hospital bed with his father in a wheelchair by his bedside after being escorted by a couple of the nurses.
After being given a basic overview of what had occurred for sake of getting them both up to speed - and delving into further detail a small while afterwards once things were better in order - the two were informed of Chloe's death. Needless to say, the two of them were devastated and caught within their own grievances for a fair amount of time.
After recovering and being discharged from the hospital, the two of them continued on with their lives with little more than one another to keep them company. Although struck by an intense amount of grief from Chloe's loss, they each coped fairly well. Takashi himself did a rather good job of raising Tatsuya as a single father for the next three years.
[break][break]
I'm swingin' 'til I hit the floor
Three years following his mother's death at age seven, and Tatsuya would've lost his father, as well. Long story short, the two of them had been roaming the streets after a late night venture before encountering a mugger. Said mugger demanded all that they had, but Takashi resisted for a short while to allow Tatsuya time to escape. As he was running off, Tatsuya himself heard a gunshot from the direction in which he and his father had initially been.
After a small while, Tatsuya ran back to where he and his father was. He found Takashi on his side on the floor, and after rolling him over to try and grab his attention, he lifted his hand and found blood on it. Takashi himself was dead by then as a result of the wound he suffered, as well as the fact that he had bled out. The sight of blood within this instance is what spurred his fear of blood even more on top of seeing his mother during the car crash.
[break][break]
Stop, they're never gonna hurt me
For about a couple of weeks, Tatsuya roamed the streets of the city slums on his own; doing his best to scavenge and find enough to allow him to live, but due to his general condition and appearance - what with the bloodstains and the like - he was unable to go into the open public. As a result, his searches were often difficult and fruitless, and as a result of the undernourishment that he suffered from, he grew sick after a short while.
By the start of his third week alone, he was found by another man by the name of Corvou Dracul Ryusaki; someone who had been venturing Opelucid due to several, business oriented ventures. At the time, the aforementioned man was approximately twenty-four years of age; a young man in himself, yet one that exhibited a very confident aura. Upon seeing the various scars upon his body at the time, Tatsuya was quickly determined, but in the end, he managed to be soothed after the man approached him and gave him soothing encouragement.
The two talked for a short while; Corvou himself managing to find out why Tatsuya was on the streets by himself. After a little bit of convincing and persuading, he managed to sway Tatsuya enough to come with him. He brought him to the place that he temporary resided at during his stay within Opelucid City; cleaning him up, nursing him back to health, and providing him with food for sake of keeping his health stable.
[break][break]
Get stronger when they burn me, oh
After a bit more conversing between them - which entailed Corvou finding more about Tatsuya, and vice versa 0 Corvou himself managed to earn enough of Tatsuya's trust during his stay in Opelucid City. During the tail end of his stay, Corvou urged for Tatsuya to come with him and back to Johto for sake of providing him a constant roof. Once again, Tatsuya was skeptical and a little bit scared, but in the end, he agreed to tag along.
Once in Johto, Corvou went through the liberty of assorting and organizing several papers and documents after clarifying the scenario. In the end, Corvou ended up adopting Tatsuya after talking it over with his significant other at the time, and as a result of this, Tatsuya inherited Corvou's surname of Ryusaki.
Over the next six years, he lived a more than decent life with Corvou and his past partner, Ishini. He took up several hobbies after being heavily influenced by Corvou himself, and was more than excited and ecstatic to hear about the eventual proposal and engagement between them.
[break][break]
And I am indestructible
past year to the present[break][break]
Approximately one year before the current time, Tatsuya was there to witness his adoptive father be left at tha altar. Seeing as though this event brought his father's demeanor down several notches, he did his best to cheer Corvou up and whatnot, and - in a way - took care of him (as well as the child that Corvou and Ishini had not too long before the scheduled wedding) when he stressed himself out a little bit too much.
After helping Corvou pick himself back up, he, Corvou, and Cor's own, biological child moved to Lyeant for sake of opening another branch of their company, and for sake of keeping in collaborative efforts with several other companies that they held closer ties with. They've resided within Lyeant - and within Irisia, specifically - for the past year or so by now.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
[break][break]
>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
