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IN CHARACTER

FC NAME/GROUP: kanemoto yoshinori (yoshi) / treasure

CHARACTER NAME: natsuya blanc

AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 24 / august 28 2000

PLACE OF BIRTH: kyoto, japan

OCCUPATION: baker at the flower mill and volunteer at stop&paws

HEIGHT: 180cm / 5’9” WEIGHT: --

DEFINING FEATURES: pierced ears, runs hotter than the average person.

PERSONALITY: a personality that shines as brightly as the sun, natsuya is someone that seems like there’s always a skip to his step. he’s always looking for the silver lining of things, sometimes allowing himself to be content even if it isn’t quite silver, but bronze instead. natsuya is a kind soul, caring by default and finds it hard to say no to people, deciding that he doesn’t dislike anything enough to it outweighs helping someone else. however he’s the first to defend that no one should do what they don’t want to do and has no problem in being the person who rejects/denies things for someone else or be in any help of them standing up for themselves.    

he usually carries himself with the mischief and light heart that could easily belong to a child, being easy to label him as childlike and an airhead when taking him at face value. however sometimes he has the moments of maturity, having the glimpse of someone who is a little more wise than his years might suggest— someone that understands more about life than he usually lets on, but in the end it’s a simple glimpse; always an undertone in his overall loud personality.

HISTORY: 

once upon a time there was a boy.

   a boy that is born in the middle of summer from a mother who left him with a man that doesn’t have enough strength on his shoulders to carry the title of father. a boy who is then left with a grandfather and grandmother that never wished for a grandson. but even then, the boy is born with a personality that gives love as freely as the  of a child. but even then, the boy is born with a personality that seeks love no matter where, from the smallest to the biggest gestures, from the words left unsaid to those that are cried out.

   so when the boy finds out that he can create things with sunlight, he’s eager to show his grandparents what he can do in hopes that maybe, even if they don’t love him, they’ll love the pretty things that he creates instead.

once upon a time there was a girl.

   a girl that is born in the beginning of spring and the boy feels connected to from the moment that their eyes met, swearing that they’re family even if a part of him prays that, before arriving at the orphanage, she had a happier life than he did. a girl that is the nightowl to his morning person; the quiet to his noise. the girl with a personality that is caring and kind. the boy doesn’t mind that she’s sleepy when he’s wide awake and that she seems more energetic when he’s feeling lethargic. the boy thinks that the important thing is that they find solace in each other in that dark place and somehow make it a little brighter.

   the boy calls this girl his sister, deciding that he’ll always see them as nothing but family.  

once upon a time there was a man and woman.

   they introduced themselves as their new parents, promising them a good roof over their heads, delicious food and a better education than they could ever dream of receiving otherwise and the only thing that they need to do in return is to be the trophy that they can show off to their social circle and the pretty faces of their brands, perhaps one day even being rewarded with inheriting the family business.

   the boy was never interested in the business nor he wanted to be yet another obstacle on his sister’s life, assuming that it was only right that she had everything the world had to offer and more. so the boy toys dangerously with the line between well behaved enough that his parents wouldn’t punish nor him nor his sister but also reckless and carefree enough that it was obvious that they shouldn’t choose him as the heir. the boy slipped, once in a while, being more often than not that he ended up in the end of the reprimands of his parents even when they decided that they wouldn’t bother too much with his raising since he wasn’t as useful to them as his sister was.

once upon a time there was an island.

   but before the island, there’s the fight— the boy isn’t supposed to be home at the time that he was, but he decided to skip his last class of the day so he overhears his parents discussing the future of his sister as if it was yet another business decision and of course that he wouldn’t stand for it; not when his sister was already sacrificing so much for them and when she deserved everything the world had to offer and more. the boy tries his best to defend his sister, talking back to his parents like he has never done before because they wouldn’t take that from her as well, so his father also reacts in a way that he has never reacted before.

   the only thing that he remembers from this is his sister standing up with something looking like a gun made of moonlight and then dragging him away with the promise that they’d find a new home somewhere else that they’d be safe, that perhaps it’ll be finally the place that they can truly call home and the boy prays with all of his heart that it will be.

PANTHEON: japanese

CHILD OF: amaterasu

POWERS: sunlight manipulation – can create small objects/forms with sunlight that only him can touch or manipulate ; solar empowerment – gains strength from the sun.

STRENGTHS: cheerful, optimistic, fun-loving