the terrible team of trash-tier twinks

This disgrace is a young demiboy who goes by the name of Hitsuki Meiya, and they happen to be a Super High-School Level Cell Phone Novelist! Cell phone novels, a phenomena that started in Japan and spread elsewhere-- novels spread through texting, messaging, emails and sharing sites, usually in very short chapters or segments-- usually tend to focus on romance and relationships, at least the popular ones, but the main themes of Hitsuki’s novels have always been crime and mystery, albeit with the occasional romance or sci-fi subplot thrown in here and there. Despite the fact that their work has exploded in popularity-- their writing’s received millions of views, much of it has now been published in print, and their most successful work has been made into film, a manga, and soon, possibly an anime if the whispers on the wind are correct-- they have a reputation for being a rather private, mysterious individual, camera-shy and hard to catch for interviews offline, their presence on social media being the only way to truly get hold of them.

As for personality? Hitsuki can be rather...evasive, to say the least of it. The aura of mystery he has around him is very much intentional, on his part-- he finds it hard to speak the truth and be honest about who he is around people he can’t be sure are being honest to him, and, as such, he tries to remain vague about his feelings and opinions on things-- you never know what a dishonest person might do, and just how they could use precious, important information you divulge to them and turn it against you. Still, despite his vague nature, and desire to keep his life private, Hitsuki still has a keen interest in observing people-- the seediest crevices of human nature are by far the most interesting, in his book. The reason he writes mostly about crime and mystery is because he finds human psychology-- more specifically, criminal psychology-- absolutely fascinating. It’s one of the pervading questions that interest him: what drives a person to do things that society deems “wicked” or “bad”? Why do some people condemn certain actions that others excuse? What justifies a “bad thing” in a person’s mind? Questions like these are what drive Hitsuki to write, as he finds it really interesting to get into the psychology of someone others think of as a “criminal”. In fact, this is a reason why he might be interested in getting closer to people-- to see what makes up them as a person, and what might drive them to do bad things. 

Of course, by virtue of firmly believing that anyone and everyone can be a “criminal” if given sufficient drive, as mentioned, this leaves Hitsuki very paranoid, and reluctant to put his trust into others. After all, unless you know a person inside-out, you never know what they could do to you, can you? And so, this is another reason why he tries to keep his emotional distance-- it’s a safety mechanism, as he sees it, rather than an active effort to shut out the world fueled by bitterness.

Still, it’s definitely not impossible for Hitsuki to open up...and, truth be told, you’ll find out if you get close to them that they’re actually quite the closet hopeless romantic! They see strong bonds--platonic, romantic, what have you-- more as something that just happens to other people, but they do find the idea...charming, really. Of slowly opening up to someone, coming to trust and even love them, and to know that they genuinely care for you back. They really do want human companionship, even if they are a little scared of it, at the same time.

Now, for some fun facts about this kid!

Hitsuki Meiya isn’t their real name, and they’re pretty open about that! They got that name from getting the (Japanese) word “hitsumei”-- meaning “alias”-- and tried to turn it into a penname, basically. If you want to get their real name out of them, you’d have to get close to them.

They wear a lot of scarves! They have many different kinds, and would be very pleased if you bought them more.

He’s actually quite a skilled artist, although he only draws occasionally. He gets embarrassed showing people his sketchbooks, though.

This rather eccentric youth is Farah Fujibayashi-Beauregard...but they’ve always thought of that as far too much of a mouthful, really, so, if that’s not your style, you can always just call them Farah Fan-- which they’ve always used as a penname, of sorts, having always liked the sound of it-- and they’re the Super High-School Level Gonzo Journalist. ...Probably. At any rate, their talent is something to do with journalism/reporting. (For the record: Gonzo journalism is a type of journalism coined and popularised by Hunter S. Thompson. It’s a style of journalism written without claims of objectivity, involving an energetic first-person participatory writing style in which the writer is a protagonist, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire, among other things.) In terms of gender, they’re...not really sure, but their opinion of the gender binary is “been there, done that, bought that t-shirt, not particularly interested in those kinds of limits”, so. If they had to put a name to their gender, they’d probably consider themself agender, with some feminine leanings; at any rate, they use “they” and “she” for themself, but really don’t mind what terms and pronouns others use to refer to them, really. As they see it, they’re everything and nothing.

This tyke’s been travelling all their life, more or less-- they were born to a French mother and a Japanese father, and have travelled and lived in multiple countries with their father. It’s a non-stop life, for them-- and while they used to find it rather jarring and abrupt a lifestyle as a child, now, since they’ve been able to break out of their shell and get up to...mischief, to say the least, they enjoy it far more-- it enables them to encounter all sorts of situations, and meet all sorts of alternative and interesting people. For the last while, though, they’ve been in the same country-- Japan, although they’ve been drifting from prefecture to prefecture, having to change high schools every couple of months, which, to some, could be seen as a hassle, but it doesn’t bother Farah. A consistent, stable life isn’t something they’ve ever known, really.

As for their personality? Well, they consider herself “a lone observer of the world”-- they’re an independent, someone who operates by their own rules, not by the rest of the world’s, a world they know first-hand won’t give you a cent unless you work for it. Ultimately, though, they’re a lively raconteur at heart-- an excitable eccentric, always on the move-- which is emphasised in their body language, in the way they’re always rocking back and forth on their heels. They’re an incredibly nosy person, certainly-- there’s no such thing as nobody’s business in their book, and if they can get involved, they will-- and they’ll write an account about it, too. While always prying into the businesses of others, they can get somewhat secretive about their own; if someone starts asking questions they don’t like, they’ll get evasive and vague quite quickly, which can make way for a cynical, worldy brand of snark if they really feel like it. Despite always looking for companionship-- although anyone who’s met them will tell you they bring trouble and chaos in their wake, which might inspire you to avoid them-- they have a solitary drifter’s complex about them, too; to shift into the mindset of never being daunted by change and to always be on the go, you have to be able to survive by your lonesome, and you have to recognise that no matter how much you value the relationships you’ve made where you are, they’re never going to last, so getting too attached just means a world of hurt. Still, they open up their heart a little easier than they let on; it’s not impossible for someone to really get through to them, you just have to get through a couple of crusty layers of self-proclaimed thick skin, first.

Now, some fun facts about them!

They have very sharp, shiny teeth, which are pearly white and squeaky-clean. They’re very proud of them, even if some think of them as rather “sharkish”.

They love things like mints and chewing gum. They keep a lot of small, chewy food like that with them at all times.

They’re a fan of suspenders and thigh highs, which tend to litter their wardrobe.

Having more or less travelled the world, they’re quite the polyglot-- often, they’ll get their languages mixed up somewhat, accidentally thinking in two or three languages at once and meshing them together mentally.

They have a pet rat, named...Gonzo! Creative naming right there, Farah.

This young man is Gentarou Oyashiki, the Super High-School Level Cemetery Caretaker!

Situated in Wakayama Prefecture, the Oyashiki family has been in the business of gravekeeping and funeral services for generations; despite only being the second eldest of the five Oyashiki children, Gentarou is the family business’s heir, and is set to take it over once his parents are too old to run it, much to the chagrin of his elder sister, Amiko. For the present, though, Gentarou is in charge of maintaining and, well, taking care of the cemetery his family presides over, and, thanks to Gentarou’s good care of it, it’s become famed as one of the most beautiful graveyards in Japan.

As for his personality? Gentarou is a rather sanguine man, cheery in manner (albeit not morbidly so, as he knows when to get serious, and when to step up to the plate and be responsible); always present with a calm smile on his face, he almost always gives the impression of one in control of himself. He prides himself on being “good” with people, at least when it comes to making polite, charming chit-chat with strangers and acquaintances and breaking up the tension when it’s needed. He likes to think he’s also good at giving people what they want while still maintaining his own control-- people always like to talk about themselves, says he, even if they’re not always aware of that, and he tries to gently coax the more shy and reluctant of interactors into opening up about themselves. While he does like the quiet of the night and the silent company of flowers and birds, he also likes people; he finds an odd sort of joy in observing human nature, even if only from afar.

Of course, even despite his friendly nature, many still find the caretaker rather...intimidating, even if not for the nature of his job. Some may find the sudden seriousness that sets in when shit hits the fan somewhat...unsettling, his smile occasionally a little...menacing, and rumours of what people speculate to be his true nature behind the mask of his cool caretaker self may often fly. But Gentarou prefers not to put stock in such things; he is who he is, he says, and whatever you see that is is merely your own interpretation. After all, like a book, a man can be read many ways-- but only the author behind it all knows the true intent of it all.

Some other fun facts about him!

He’s 6′4′’/193cm!

As mentioned, his eldest sister is Amiko, but the names of his other siblings are Natsuko, Chiasa, and Akihiro, respectively! The sibling he’s closest to is Chiasa.

He’s a rather avid gardener! He has many miniature bonsai plants in his room, as well as some normal plants and flowers growing in a few pots here and there.

He loves birds, and he’s got many large, in-depth books on them! He likes to think he’s friends with the birds who often perch by the same spots in the cemetery, although whether that’s true or not is debatable.

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⌘ Guardian

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🔲 Best Friend

❥ Crush

◉ Dream(s)

◖ Ideal Partner

¡ Pet Peeves

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✯ Perfect day

☂ Preferred weather

☢ Personality Flaw(s)

{LATE REPLY TO THIS MEME!}

{chosen: miki and leiko!}

∯  #1: miki

The redhead puts a hand to their hip, staring downward and looking...thoughtful.

“Y’were...probably lyin’ t’me back then, weren’t ya’? Not that I can say tha’ fer sure, but...that’s what I’m guessin’, yeah? Don’...Don’t worry ‘bout it, though. ‘t’s not yer fault. Ya’ didn’t know. An’...even if ya’ did lie, it doesn’ change th’ fact that ya’...ya’ve always been there fer me when I needed it. So...thanks.”

Their serious look cracks, replaced by a sunny smile.

“...I love ya’, okay? Yer one of the best friends ‘ve ever had! So don’...don’t go leavin’ me anytime soon, ya’ hear me? Hehehe!”

Despite their chuckle, you can’t help but notice the tinge of...desperation in their voice, in those last words.

∯ #2: leiko

The historian’s violet eyes flash curiously, her lip curling and uncurling multiple times; is she thinking? Either way, it is some time before she formulates and comes out with her answer, a distant, almost nostalgic smile unfurling on her thin lips.

“...It truly has been some time, has it not? Years have passed since Father Time took you on your path elsewhere...years such as these are mere trifles in the livelihoods of godly forces, but for mortals...it feels rather like a millenia, doesn’t it? New flowers bloom in the place of those whom Mother Nature has retired...and the light of the stars you and I see now have changed. But...if one such as I still sees you in such a pristine clarity...then, surely, the likes of Lycoris have not separated us yet! I see, in my divinity...a future in which our chosen paths shall cross once more! Indeed!”

Her eyes sparkle, now, her fingers curled, her arms raised to her side-- she looks practically giddy with excitement, her determined stare unshakeable.

“Yes! You may have only known me in my formative state, when the true holy light of “Konohara Leiko” was only developing, as my soul was still adapting to my mortal form...but you saw my undeniable worth even then, and now, my state of flesh and blood is as good as complete, and my rise draws closer! Come with me, my chosen comrade, and when my ascension is complete, and I have taken my place among my brethren, on the throne that was marked in my name ever since I was sent out into your world on my mission...you shall be by my right hand! Look forward to the day, dear...I will make sure that those who truly matter will guide you to our meeting place...!”

Well, she’s certainly excited.

i made an oc aesthetic/interests blog!!! which has all the ocs featured here, some more, and also some original fandom rp ocs of mine

{chosen: harue!}

“Hm...lackadaisical, maybe...!”

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them: hmmm, i've been bad ;)

{chosen: yōsuke!}

For a single, split second, one could almost see a ghost of a bitter scowl on the boy’s face; but it dissipates within a flash, replaced by his usual goofy, off-stage persona smile.

“Man, what runs through the blood, huh? We-ll, you could mention we’re all actors, yeah? The finest of the one and only Shirokami Acting Troupe, at your service! We all do a pretty fine job, although I guess Mo...Mother an’ Dad are a little more on the straight-and-narrow side o’things-- I got my penchant for clowning around, after all, hehehe! ...Heh. ...Actually, that wasn’t one of my greatest. I’ll cut that one out of the book. S-Sorry.”

Scratching the back of his neck a little nervously, he continued on, putting a single finger to his cheek.

“Oh, and I guess you could mention that we’re all on the taller side, too! I’m six feet of long an’ strong bones, Mother’s ‘round five-foot-ten, and Dad’s six-foot-two! Well, if you wanna be a top-class actor, you gotta stand your ground real good, and easier to do that when you’ve got more to stand on, y’know! H-Hehe...!”

He emits a...slightly hollow-sounding chuckle.

Back at it again.

noriko:

“……………”

“…Devilishly good looks, great teeth, and a penchant for livin’ la dolce vita. Not like I need anything else from them, yeah? I’m a pretty picture all by myself, don’t you agree…?”

She doesn’t look particularly willing to elaborate any further.

tomiko:

As usual, the slam poet looks tense, her eyebrows knitting together as she speaks in her stiff tone.

“…What I get from my family? Well, my hair’s about the same consistency and colour as my father’s…”

She looks reluctant to continue, but does so anyway with a sigh.

“…And I suppose you could say I’ve inherited a little of his worrywart tendencies, although I would argue that’s because of the difficulties of our daily situation rather than– anyway, as for my grandmother, she and I both hold our ground in debates– as anyone should. After all, someone who can’t stand up and argue for their own beliefs clearly never had any conviction in their morals at all, right? And that’s about it, I think.”

Tomiko seems to stop, but when she thinks nobody’s looking, she lets out another sigh, looking forlorn and clutching her other arm.

“…People’ve always said I have my momma’s eyes, too…not much in the way of personality, though. I could never be as patient and level-headed as her…or anything…”