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PLAYER
» Journal: mangles
» Birthdate/Age: 12/17/1990 / 19
» Characters Played: Luciola, Peppo, Sora Hashiba, Yukiko Amagi
CHARACTER
» Name: Issun, The Wandering Artist
» Fandom: Okami
» Reference: http://www.okamiworld.com/wiki/index.php?title=Issun
» Canon Point: End game, right after Ammy departs for the Celestial Plain
» Gender: Male/Male
» Age: Chronologically, there's no indication of even an approximate age. We know he has to be older than Kai, who appears to be at least 18, and younger than one hundred. It is fair to say, from his attitude and knowledge of the world, that he is probably somewhere in his early to mid 20's. Though it's hard to say if this is an adult age as far as Poncles go, his mentality is on equal ground of a male in his early twenties, as well.
» Orientation: Issun's sexuality is quite loud and apparent. He loooves women. He adores women. They are his greatest weakness and his greatest joy in life. He doesn't really hide anything about how much he appreciates women, and their bodies. He loves being nestled between Sakuya's cleavage, the valley of her chest. Every girl he meets gets an affectionate nickname. A beautiful woman can, quite literally, knock him out cold with a glance. He is entirely a ladies' man, though with his unfortunate size, he can only live some of his wants for affection vicariously through Ammy.
He is more than happy to vocalize these desires, though, chuckling over the idea of getting Sakuya alone and drunk and getting excited over possible rewards certain ladies might give Amaterasu and himself. He'll flirt openly with cute women and become mesmerized by large chests. There's no doubt about it, Issun is heterosexual all the way and he's proud of it.
» Personality: Issun is a man without tact and without filter. He's proud, loud, quick to anger and sure to speak his mind whenever and wherever he wants to. He's playful and always quick to jump on an adventure... so long as it doesn't obviously end with his ass sliced and diced. Of course, he'll always rise to the challenge in the end. He's loyal, talented, and stubborn as hell. Everything about Issun is big, save for his body.
Issun is the first to tell someone they're an idiot, lazy, or just a plain out waste of space. If you deserve it, he'll let you know. He's got no need to keep his thoughts to himself, good or bad. When you're that small, the most important thing you have is your voice. And boy, does Issun know how to use it. It's not like anyone can slap him when he's beetle sized. From calling women 'babes' to insulting warriors until the cows come home, Issun's got little tact in him and doesn't really care if people are upset about it. After all, if he insulted them, they were probably a jerk in the first place.
He's also a talented artist, and as far as he's concerned, a great swordsman and he is proud of it. He will talk up his skills, if it comes up in topic. He didn't work for years on his brushwork just to be modest about it. Issun was never acknowledged by his grandfather, no matter how much he did, so any kind of attention to how hard he's worked to make himself amazing at art is more than wanted, though he's not one to disagree with a compliment.
Issun's a man with a very quick temper. Any remark on his height, being bug like, or even a bad look at Ammy will send him into a fit. He's usually pretty honest about his anger, flailing his arms, and even going so far as to draw his sword if someone gets him mad enough. Sure, Denkomaru can't do much against most opponents, but he's still confident enough to point the tiny weapon at the biggest of opponents.
He's also a notorious pervert, but a romantic one of sorts. Though he'll be the first to comment on a woman's body, he's more than happy to do whatever he can to make them smile. He's a complete fool for women that aren't evil. He's on cupid's top twenty list, and though blunt, he will gladly start sweet talking up all the cute faces in a room. Women are his favorite kind of people, after all.
Issun is pretty happy-go-lucky about things. He loves adventure and exploring Nippon with Ammy. Though he can become pretty wary of situations that he feels are way in over his head, if Ammy guns into it, he'll pump himself up and go right along with it.
Even though it seems like he's self-centered at times, he's truly loyal to Ammy. He'll stick by her through everything, and even when they have to part, he remains dedicated to their friendship. Issun is a pretty friendly guy, so long as you don't mess with him from the get go, and he'll be there for his friends whenever they need him.
» Appearance: Issun will have to, not be aged up, but sized up. He's originally 1 inch tall, but in Amat, he'll be around 5'4. He has black hair, about shoulder length, and often pulled up in a ponytail. He's got a lean build and a confident, straight-shouldered way of standing.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[ The video capture is upside down, and a shamelessly naked man, who's seems a bit on the slim and short side, is looking at the camera with an annoyed face. He's been messing with this thing for a while. ]
Now how the heck is this thing supposed to work? What's it do? Those babes said I might be able to reach Ammy with this thing, but I dunno how that's supposed to work. Look at this thing!
Oh, wait, is that a light on? Does that mean it's workin'?
[ He shakes the camera and puts his eye close to it. ]
Hellloooo? Hey! Furball! You in there? Y'know, you're supposed to keep your furry butt up there in the Plain, not trapped in some doodad down here! Don't you have work to do? Quit lazin' around in this gizmo and go to work! I've been workin' hard for a reason, y'know!
[ He backs off and scrunches his nose. ]
Not that I can do much here. Look at this thing. [ He yanks at the collar about his neck. ] I'm no pet! This place is really weird. Do you know anything about it, Furball? I can't stick around here too long. There's not even any art supplies, that I've seen.
Oh! But look! I'm big! Bigger than you, now, even on your hind legs! Impressive, huh?
[ He holds back the camera and shows off his new body. Someone's no bug anymore! And dooown it scrolls, just because someone's proud of himself. ]
Hehe, even my d--
[ And off clicks the feed, as his thumb slips. Hallelujah. ]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
Wow, wow wow wow, he had not slept this soundly in a long time. After all, when you're used to a wolf-fur bed with fur pillows and fur comforters, it's hard to adapt to the great outdoors again. But this warm place, oh man, it had to be Sakuya's cleavage. It just had to be. And sleeping nestled in her warm, sweet melon valley was enough to get his brain roaring. Oh if only he was a few thousand times bigger, he would teach the sweet little wood sprite just how much he appreciated the soft peachy flesh of her breasts. But, hey, that's what dreams were for, and he was having a great one.
Waking up was the hardest thing. Sleep was so much better right now! Sakuya under him, wriggling her little hips, sighing those gently, melodious breaths. Oh, heaven, maybe he WAS in the Celestial Plain after all!
But the sun always rises on dreams, and the same was true for Poncles as they were humans. Heavy with warmth, arms limp as wet, overcooked noodles, he opened his eyes, smirking to himself.
Well, alright, so this soft bed was not Sakuya, but whose was it? He was not so lucky to ever find someone his size who wasn't shaped like a bean and fit his type of woman. This was a mystery and his head was too fuzzy to really figure out where he was. He hadn't even been near a village before he'd left. Maybe he was dead, gobbled up by some ungrateful cat. But the afterlife would be a lot more luxurious, and the Celestial Envoy, especially one as handsome and talented as him, could never die such an unsavory, lowly death.
No, he had to be elsewhere. He sat up, eyes half lidded, aware of the fact that he was naked, now, as the air in the room cooled his shoulders. All of the room was his size, but he definitely was not in Ponc'tan with this kind of luxurious accommodations.
No, this was elsewhere, somewhere he hadn't been before. He looked outside, and saw the world from a human size for the first time. This was surreal. Was he really this big? Was he dreaming again? And, if he was, where the heck did Sakuya run off to? He could go another round! He was young and energetic!
He grabbed his cheeks and pulled them quickly. Nope, not asleep. The stinging in his face made sure of that. So, this was real, or at least, not in his head. He grinned. If he was cursed to be big in this world, so be it. Oh, he'd suffer through. He looked his body over with a new light in his eyes. It all looked the same to him, but he could appreciate his own body without any protest. He lifted the sheet over his hips and legs to check himself out further.
Oh yes, he thought as he chuckled to himself, yes, he could definitely adapt to this.
He wobbled his way across the room and opened the door to a few maids walking past. They were cute. Perfect!
Keeping his lower half behind the door, he poked his top half out.
"Hey, babes, mind telling me where we a--"
And off they went, one lifting a shiny tray that reflected his face and neck back towards him.
And that's when he spotted the collar. Suddenly, he was a little unsure as his nimble fingers tugged at it, curiously.
"What the heck is this thing?"
» Journal: mangles
» Birthdate/Age: 12/17/1990 / 19
» Characters Played: Luciola, Peppo, Sora Hashiba, Yukiko Amagi
CHARACTER
» Name: Issun, The Wandering Artist
» Fandom: Okami
» Reference: http://www.okamiworld.com/wiki/index.php?title=Issun
» Canon Point: End game, right after Ammy departs for the Celestial Plain
» Gender: Male/Male
» Age: Chronologically, there's no indication of even an approximate age. We know he has to be older than Kai, who appears to be at least 18, and younger than one hundred. It is fair to say, from his attitude and knowledge of the world, that he is probably somewhere in his early to mid 20's. Though it's hard to say if this is an adult age as far as Poncles go, his mentality is on equal ground of a male in his early twenties, as well.
» Orientation: Issun's sexuality is quite loud and apparent. He loooves women. He adores women. They are his greatest weakness and his greatest joy in life. He doesn't really hide anything about how much he appreciates women, and their bodies. He loves being nestled between Sakuya's cleavage, the valley of her chest. Every girl he meets gets an affectionate nickname. A beautiful woman can, quite literally, knock him out cold with a glance. He is entirely a ladies' man, though with his unfortunate size, he can only live some of his wants for affection vicariously through Ammy.
He is more than happy to vocalize these desires, though, chuckling over the idea of getting Sakuya alone and drunk and getting excited over possible rewards certain ladies might give Amaterasu and himself. He'll flirt openly with cute women and become mesmerized by large chests. There's no doubt about it, Issun is heterosexual all the way and he's proud of it.
» Personality: Issun is a man without tact and without filter. He's proud, loud, quick to anger and sure to speak his mind whenever and wherever he wants to. He's playful and always quick to jump on an adventure... so long as it doesn't obviously end with his ass sliced and diced. Of course, he'll always rise to the challenge in the end. He's loyal, talented, and stubborn as hell. Everything about Issun is big, save for his body.
Issun is the first to tell someone they're an idiot, lazy, or just a plain out waste of space. If you deserve it, he'll let you know. He's got no need to keep his thoughts to himself, good or bad. When you're that small, the most important thing you have is your voice. And boy, does Issun know how to use it. It's not like anyone can slap him when he's beetle sized. From calling women 'babes' to insulting warriors until the cows come home, Issun's got little tact in him and doesn't really care if people are upset about it. After all, if he insulted them, they were probably a jerk in the first place.
He's also a talented artist, and as far as he's concerned, a great swordsman and he is proud of it. He will talk up his skills, if it comes up in topic. He didn't work for years on his brushwork just to be modest about it. Issun was never acknowledged by his grandfather, no matter how much he did, so any kind of attention to how hard he's worked to make himself amazing at art is more than wanted, though he's not one to disagree with a compliment.
Issun's a man with a very quick temper. Any remark on his height, being bug like, or even a bad look at Ammy will send him into a fit. He's usually pretty honest about his anger, flailing his arms, and even going so far as to draw his sword if someone gets him mad enough. Sure, Denkomaru can't do much against most opponents, but he's still confident enough to point the tiny weapon at the biggest of opponents.
He's also a notorious pervert, but a romantic one of sorts. Though he'll be the first to comment on a woman's body, he's more than happy to do whatever he can to make them smile. He's a complete fool for women that aren't evil. He's on cupid's top twenty list, and though blunt, he will gladly start sweet talking up all the cute faces in a room. Women are his favorite kind of people, after all.
Issun is pretty happy-go-lucky about things. He loves adventure and exploring Nippon with Ammy. Though he can become pretty wary of situations that he feels are way in over his head, if Ammy guns into it, he'll pump himself up and go right along with it.
Even though it seems like he's self-centered at times, he's truly loyal to Ammy. He'll stick by her through everything, and even when they have to part, he remains dedicated to their friendship. Issun is a pretty friendly guy, so long as you don't mess with him from the get go, and he'll be there for his friends whenever they need him.
» Appearance: Issun will have to, not be aged up, but sized up. He's originally 1 inch tall, but in Amat, he'll be around 5'4. He has black hair, about shoulder length, and often pulled up in a ponytail. He's got a lean build and a confident, straight-shouldered way of standing.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[ The video capture is upside down, and a shamelessly naked man, who's seems a bit on the slim and short side, is looking at the camera with an annoyed face. He's been messing with this thing for a while. ]
Now how the heck is this thing supposed to work? What's it do? Those babes said I might be able to reach Ammy with this thing, but I dunno how that's supposed to work. Look at this thing!
Oh, wait, is that a light on? Does that mean it's workin'?
[ He shakes the camera and puts his eye close to it. ]
Hellloooo? Hey! Furball! You in there? Y'know, you're supposed to keep your furry butt up there in the Plain, not trapped in some doodad down here! Don't you have work to do? Quit lazin' around in this gizmo and go to work! I've been workin' hard for a reason, y'know!
[ He backs off and scrunches his nose. ]
Not that I can do much here. Look at this thing. [ He yanks at the collar about his neck. ] I'm no pet! This place is really weird. Do you know anything about it, Furball? I can't stick around here too long. There's not even any art supplies, that I've seen.
Oh! But look! I'm big! Bigger than you, now, even on your hind legs! Impressive, huh?
[ He holds back the camera and shows off his new body. Someone's no bug anymore! And dooown it scrolls, just because someone's proud of himself. ]
Hehe, even my d--
[ And off clicks the feed, as his thumb slips. Hallelujah. ]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
Wow, wow wow wow, he had not slept this soundly in a long time. After all, when you're used to a wolf-fur bed with fur pillows and fur comforters, it's hard to adapt to the great outdoors again. But this warm place, oh man, it had to be Sakuya's cleavage. It just had to be. And sleeping nestled in her warm, sweet melon valley was enough to get his brain roaring. Oh if only he was a few thousand times bigger, he would teach the sweet little wood sprite just how much he appreciated the soft peachy flesh of her breasts. But, hey, that's what dreams were for, and he was having a great one.
Waking up was the hardest thing. Sleep was so much better right now! Sakuya under him, wriggling her little hips, sighing those gently, melodious breaths. Oh, heaven, maybe he WAS in the Celestial Plain after all!
But the sun always rises on dreams, and the same was true for Poncles as they were humans. Heavy with warmth, arms limp as wet, overcooked noodles, he opened his eyes, smirking to himself.
Well, alright, so this soft bed was not Sakuya, but whose was it? He was not so lucky to ever find someone his size who wasn't shaped like a bean and fit his type of woman. This was a mystery and his head was too fuzzy to really figure out where he was. He hadn't even been near a village before he'd left. Maybe he was dead, gobbled up by some ungrateful cat. But the afterlife would be a lot more luxurious, and the Celestial Envoy, especially one as handsome and talented as him, could never die such an unsavory, lowly death.
No, he had to be elsewhere. He sat up, eyes half lidded, aware of the fact that he was naked, now, as the air in the room cooled his shoulders. All of the room was his size, but he definitely was not in Ponc'tan with this kind of luxurious accommodations.
No, this was elsewhere, somewhere he hadn't been before. He looked outside, and saw the world from a human size for the first time. This was surreal. Was he really this big? Was he dreaming again? And, if he was, where the heck did Sakuya run off to? He could go another round! He was young and energetic!
He grabbed his cheeks and pulled them quickly. Nope, not asleep. The stinging in his face made sure of that. So, this was real, or at least, not in his head. He grinned. If he was cursed to be big in this world, so be it. Oh, he'd suffer through. He looked his body over with a new light in his eyes. It all looked the same to him, but he could appreciate his own body without any protest. He lifted the sheet over his hips and legs to check himself out further.
Oh yes, he thought as he chuckled to himself, yes, he could definitely adapt to this.
He wobbled his way across the room and opened the door to a few maids walking past. They were cute. Perfect!
Keeping his lower half behind the door, he poked his top half out.
"Hey, babes, mind telling me where we a--"
And off they went, one lifting a shiny tray that reflected his face and neck back towards him.
And that's when he spotted the collar. Suddenly, he was a little unsure as his nimble fingers tugged at it, curiously.
"What the heck is this thing?"