a collision of birds.
Character Name: Ritsuka Aoyagi.
Character Age: twelve years.
Canon + Format: Loveless ( +manga )
Background: wiki!
Canon Point: He'll be coming from the end of Volume Six. Ritsuka's skipping school and just ordered Soubi to take him to Goura. For those familiar with canon, of course, this means that while he's heard rumors he hasn't seen yet for himself that Seimei is, in fact, still alive.
Personality:
Exceptional and ordinary. Complicated and simple. Knowledge-filled and naïve. Youthful, though with eyes that have seen a little too much. Ritsuka is these things, simultaneously. Chiseling away at it: he’s a twelve-year-old boy. An age of which hats are tipped at Childhood, and ties pinch at throats in preparation for Adulthood.
Although there seems to be a hypothetical consensus that Ritsuka is ‘complex’, he’d very well be the first to deny this. What he wants is the truth and to be taken just as seriously as anyone else ( specifically speaking, adults. ). When it boils down to it, it’s pretty basic. He doesn’t want the wool pulled over his eyes, or to be made or taken for a fool. Honesty is a trait in individuals he seems to value above others. And, he’s easily flustered in the company of conversation he can’t quite grasp the meaning of. ( Those types of conversations, however, typically lean more toward sex or other extreme ‘adult’ concepts. )
He’s a child who’s nose you’ll find buried in the pages of Twilight of the Idols and The Anti-Christ versus the latest issue of Marvel. Still, while he is studious and excels academically ( always, always striving to know as much as he can. ‘Not knowing is the worst kind of ignorance,’ he shares, after all. ) there’s still plenty of room for boyhood and childishness. He likes video games, Godzilla, running, playing in the water, eating junk food, and spending a leisure day at the amusement park with the kids he grows gradually more comfortable around.
An emotional ‘shape shifter’ in two senses of the term. First, it’s common that his mood will quickly leap from one feeling to the next. He isn’t a person who often feels one certain way most of the time. While it’s easy get his temper to flare, it’s just as easy to soothe him. ( Little nuances always trail back to Still Not Quite Grown. ) And second, having been raised in a household where every moment is a ticking time bomb scenario, consciously or not, he’s molded himself into a creature who can adjust his words, expressions, body language, and temperament to an individual person accordingly.
Adults get polite, well behaved mannerisms, and carefully placed, strained smiles. Children, close in age, aren’t so fortunate. There’s no real good reason to impress them. Again, again: honesty is cherished -- perhaps to a faulting point. Even at the risk of going through a school year abhorred by his peers, he’s blunt with them and what he sees. If you’re stupid, he’s going to tell you. If you’ve done something he deems as wrong or inhumane, he’s going to tell you and maybe toss out some never-lived-up-to vocal threats at you. For all his crippled, social, bad habits it is, actually, possible to sway his opinion of you. In other words, nothing is ever set in stone.
His likeness with older brother, Seimei, ends at appearance, pride, and threats. It is, after all, one thing to make threats and another to carry them out entirely. A self-proclaimed pacifist, Ritsuka is more likely to avoid violent means if he can manage it. But, he isn’t innocent or a saint. In the steadfast hold of his ambitions, he’ll allow ( or, order ) Soubi to attack a person if it means bringing himself to unraveling mysteries. There are definitely limits to how far he’ll let Soubi go, however.
Finally, he’s the sort of child who doesn’t think very much of himself at all. Not, though, in an angst ridden fashion. He doesn’t ‘hate’ himself, though, he does sincerely believe he deserves the curses and abuse his mother inflicts on him. It’s only that he sees himself as unremarkable. There’s no reason to dote on him, or baby him. Especially, if you happen to be one of the few who are in the Know about his home life. As he puts it, 'Lots of kids come from homes like mine. So, there’s no need to worry.'
He’s a tiny introvert getting by on his own, for the most part. And while he clings, subconsciously, to being a child he can feel himself growing ( gradually, in height and every day, in knowledge ) up.
Appearance:
Ritsuka is a proper shouta. And by that I mean, he’s either dressed like your average, adorable, little boy or he looks a little skanky. ( dem shorts/legs/booties. ) That shoutas are fashionably challenged or know how to work the catwalk isn’t up for me to decide. I’m not Japan. He’s the type of kid who’s canonly, repeatedly, mentioned as cute or adorable. He’s compared to the girlfaced variations of mankind. It does get a bit sickening, sure, hearing every character ever coo over him and his magnitude of ‘cute’, but that’s just the way it is-- the way Yun Kouga made him. He’s cute to a kind of fault, probably. He’s just about too short at an astounding four feet and eight inches. Black haired ( which according to Loveless is typically 'coarse', his is unnaturally soft. ) and violet eyed. Oh, but the best part: in proportion to his human child size anatomy, he is cat-eared and tailed. ): No, he isn’t a kitty, guys. He’s just a kid! … With. … Look, I don’t know why Yun Kouga is such a weirdo, okay? But expect them sense he won’t lose them until he loses his virginity WHICH WILL NOT HAPPEN FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS BECAUSE I SAID.
Abilities:
Really, Ritsuka is a pretty average kid. You see, the difference between a Sacrifice ( which is what Ritsuka would be, if he had the means of engaging in Spell Battles here ) and a Fighter Unit is that: a Fighter Unit, with or without their Sacrifice, can prompt a Spell Battle. A means of fighting, by use of words.
Of course, this isn't exactly ideal, because while a Fighter Unit is capable of functioning without their Sacrifice, their ability and potential for victory is halved without the Sacrifice present.
This would be where Ritsuka's usefulness comes into play. Not only will his presence allow his Fighter Unit full potential ( in a matter of speaking, sense it all factors into 'fate', 'bonds', and 'sharing the same name' -- & he does not share the same name with his current Fighter Unit, Soubi, which means Soubi's
stamina is perpetually halved, anyway. :/ ), but he also takes all of the damage.
Additionally, a pair of Sacrifice and Fighter Unit are at their best when they're sharing the same name and when they're in perfect unison when it comes to directing ( Sacrifice. ) and carrying out said directions ( Fighter Unit. ). ( Though, Ritsuka struggles with orders at times, because of his pacifistic nature. )
But, right, so. To clarify, there isn't much of anything Ritsuka can do without Soubi or his rightful Fighter Unit. He can't cause things to happen by speaking words, causing spells, and what have you. He's just as average and helpless as the next kid.
Items/Weapons: If it's all right, I would like his items to be his reading glasses, an unfortunately gameless Nintendo DS, and his digital camera. I'm unsure if the camera would show up with or without the memory card, but if he's allowed to have it, I can work with it either way. ;w;
☣ Samples
First Person Sample:
[ a child. the baby squeak is absent -- a clue to how many years, yet still so little voiced despite it. all soft-toned, a lack in fully developed vocal chords, yet undeniably boy. if you were to know him well, the caution and worry would be evident. transparent. tiny, consistently chiming bells. though, it’s more likely a tone depicting much of anything won’t be easily found.
this is the type of kid who’s going to keep asking questions until you’ve satisfied him. ]
Does everyone else think it’s true? We’re all amnesiacs? [ A second time, if it’s true. But, I don’t feel like I’ve changed very much. ]
Third Person Sample:
A car accident, a car accident, a car wreck.
He’s sure. No, actually, he’s only almost sure. The hints, vague as they are, come with foggy, impaired vision and, more terrifying, the sensation of -- well, he’s not sure, but it’s wet. And, because he can’t see, and because he can’t stand, and because his chest palpitates uncomfortably it’s hard not to assume that it’s blood.
“Soubi.” He doesn’t like the way his voice sounds. He doesn’t like that he doesn’t say, 'Seimei,' first. Stupid as it is. Dead people can’t scoop you up, Ritsuka.
The ground is cold. Wet. Blood, blood, blood. He’s so sure it’s blood. His? Soubi’s? Both? Where is Soubi? Alive? It’s hard to imagine Soubi dying, even with the countless times he’s had to watch that neck bleed.
Moments snail by, but soon, he’s standing. Propped and leaning, but standing, and that’s certainly a step in the right direction. His breathing is ragged. Little fingers blindly inspect for damage. This is virtually routine. How much damage did mother do this time. Because, after all, maybe it wasn’t a car wreck. Maybe, somehow, mother caught him skipping school. Maybe he’s stuck inside the house, again.
But, now, here is another thing to ignite worry: he can’t feel his bandages. No band-aids. No gauze. No tape. He can make out the rough patch of scrapes, scratches, cuts, indentions from fingernails, and little round, plump hills of bruised, swollen flesh. No bandages. It makes him feel increasingly more without a stitch of cloth than he already is. A wide open book. Vulnerable. Neon lights. My Parent Hits Me.
Even with all its attempts to cripple him from stepping forward, he can’t let it best him. No matter how scary. There are things to find out. Skeletons, or heart beats, to discover. Through all his suspicious and cautious tendencies ( a car wreck, Mother, Septimal Moon, Seimei. ), the Exit sign is a light house and Ritsuka is a little ship, rattled by unpredictable waves, passing in the night.
Character Age: twelve years.
Canon + Format: Loveless ( +manga )
Background: wiki!
Canon Point: He'll be coming from the end of Volume Six. Ritsuka's skipping school and just ordered Soubi to take him to Goura. For those familiar with canon, of course, this means that while he's heard rumors he hasn't seen yet for himself that Seimei is, in fact, still alive.
Personality:
Exceptional and ordinary. Complicated and simple. Knowledge-filled and naïve. Youthful, though with eyes that have seen a little too much. Ritsuka is these things, simultaneously. Chiseling away at it: he’s a twelve-year-old boy. An age of which hats are tipped at Childhood, and ties pinch at throats in preparation for Adulthood.
Although there seems to be a hypothetical consensus that Ritsuka is ‘complex’, he’d very well be the first to deny this. What he wants is the truth and to be taken just as seriously as anyone else ( specifically speaking, adults. ). When it boils down to it, it’s pretty basic. He doesn’t want the wool pulled over his eyes, or to be made or taken for a fool. Honesty is a trait in individuals he seems to value above others. And, he’s easily flustered in the company of conversation he can’t quite grasp the meaning of. ( Those types of conversations, however, typically lean more toward sex or other extreme ‘adult’ concepts. )
He’s a child who’s nose you’ll find buried in the pages of Twilight of the Idols and The Anti-Christ versus the latest issue of Marvel. Still, while he is studious and excels academically ( always, always striving to know as much as he can. ‘Not knowing is the worst kind of ignorance,’ he shares, after all. ) there’s still plenty of room for boyhood and childishness. He likes video games, Godzilla, running, playing in the water, eating junk food, and spending a leisure day at the amusement park with the kids he grows gradually more comfortable around.
An emotional ‘shape shifter’ in two senses of the term. First, it’s common that his mood will quickly leap from one feeling to the next. He isn’t a person who often feels one certain way most of the time. While it’s easy get his temper to flare, it’s just as easy to soothe him. ( Little nuances always trail back to Still Not Quite Grown. ) And second, having been raised in a household where every moment is a ticking time bomb scenario, consciously or not, he’s molded himself into a creature who can adjust his words, expressions, body language, and temperament to an individual person accordingly.
Adults get polite, well behaved mannerisms, and carefully placed, strained smiles. Children, close in age, aren’t so fortunate. There’s no real good reason to impress them. Again, again: honesty is cherished -- perhaps to a faulting point. Even at the risk of going through a school year abhorred by his peers, he’s blunt with them and what he sees. If you’re stupid, he’s going to tell you. If you’ve done something he deems as wrong or inhumane, he’s going to tell you and maybe toss out some never-lived-up-to vocal threats at you. For all his crippled, social, bad habits it is, actually, possible to sway his opinion of you. In other words, nothing is ever set in stone.
His likeness with older brother, Seimei, ends at appearance, pride, and threats. It is, after all, one thing to make threats and another to carry them out entirely. A self-proclaimed pacifist, Ritsuka is more likely to avoid violent means if he can manage it. But, he isn’t innocent or a saint. In the steadfast hold of his ambitions, he’ll allow ( or, order ) Soubi to attack a person if it means bringing himself to unraveling mysteries. There are definitely limits to how far he’ll let Soubi go, however.
Finally, he’s the sort of child who doesn’t think very much of himself at all. Not, though, in an angst ridden fashion. He doesn’t ‘hate’ himself, though, he does sincerely believe he deserves the curses and abuse his mother inflicts on him. It’s only that he sees himself as unremarkable. There’s no reason to dote on him, or baby him. Especially, if you happen to be one of the few who are in the Know about his home life. As he puts it, 'Lots of kids come from homes like mine. So, there’s no need to worry.'
He’s a tiny introvert getting by on his own, for the most part. And while he clings, subconsciously, to being a child he can feel himself growing ( gradually, in height and every day, in knowledge ) up.
Appearance:
Ritsuka is a proper shouta. And by that I mean, he’s either dressed like your average, adorable, little boy or he looks a little skanky. ( dem shorts/legs/booties. ) That shoutas are fashionably challenged or know how to work the catwalk isn’t up for me to decide. I’m not Japan. He’s the type of kid who’s canonly, repeatedly, mentioned as cute or adorable. He’s compared to the girlfaced variations of mankind. It does get a bit sickening, sure, hearing every character ever coo over him and his magnitude of ‘cute’, but that’s just the way it is-- the way Yun Kouga made him. He’s cute to a kind of fault, probably. He’s just about too short at an astounding four feet and eight inches. Black haired ( which according to Loveless is typically 'coarse', his is unnaturally soft. ) and violet eyed. Oh, but the best part: in proportion to his human child size anatomy, he is cat-eared and tailed. ): No, he isn’t a kitty, guys. He’s just a kid! … With. … Look, I don’t know why Yun Kouga is such a weirdo, okay? But expect them sense he won’t lose them until he loses his virginity WHICH WILL NOT HAPPEN FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS BECAUSE I SAID.
Abilities:
Really, Ritsuka is a pretty average kid. You see, the difference between a Sacrifice ( which is what Ritsuka would be, if he had the means of engaging in Spell Battles here ) and a Fighter Unit is that: a Fighter Unit, with or without their Sacrifice, can prompt a Spell Battle. A means of fighting, by use of words.
Of course, this isn't exactly ideal, because while a Fighter Unit is capable of functioning without their Sacrifice, their ability and potential for victory is halved without the Sacrifice present.
This would be where Ritsuka's usefulness comes into play. Not only will his presence allow his Fighter Unit full potential ( in a matter of speaking, sense it all factors into 'fate', 'bonds', and 'sharing the same name' -- & he does not share the same name with his current Fighter Unit, Soubi, which means Soubi's
stamina is perpetually halved, anyway. :/ ), but he also takes all of the damage.
Additionally, a pair of Sacrifice and Fighter Unit are at their best when they're sharing the same name and when they're in perfect unison when it comes to directing ( Sacrifice. ) and carrying out said directions ( Fighter Unit. ). ( Though, Ritsuka struggles with orders at times, because of his pacifistic nature. )
But, right, so. To clarify, there isn't much of anything Ritsuka can do without Soubi or his rightful Fighter Unit. He can't cause things to happen by speaking words, causing spells, and what have you. He's just as average and helpless as the next kid.
Items/Weapons: If it's all right, I would like his items to be his reading glasses, an unfortunately gameless Nintendo DS, and his digital camera. I'm unsure if the camera would show up with or without the memory card, but if he's allowed to have it, I can work with it either way. ;w;
☣ Samples
First Person Sample:
[ a child. the baby squeak is absent -- a clue to how many years, yet still so little voiced despite it. all soft-toned, a lack in fully developed vocal chords, yet undeniably boy. if you were to know him well, the caution and worry would be evident. transparent. tiny, consistently chiming bells. though, it’s more likely a tone depicting much of anything won’t be easily found.
this is the type of kid who’s going to keep asking questions until you’ve satisfied him. ]
Does everyone else think it’s true? We’re all amnesiacs? [ A second time, if it’s true. But, I don’t feel like I’ve changed very much. ]
Third Person Sample:
A car accident, a car accident, a car wreck.
He’s sure. No, actually, he’s only almost sure. The hints, vague as they are, come with foggy, impaired vision and, more terrifying, the sensation of -- well, he’s not sure, but it’s wet. And, because he can’t see, and because he can’t stand, and because his chest palpitates uncomfortably it’s hard not to assume that it’s blood.
“Soubi.” He doesn’t like the way his voice sounds. He doesn’t like that he doesn’t say, 'Seimei,' first. Stupid as it is. Dead people can’t scoop you up, Ritsuka.
The ground is cold. Wet. Blood, blood, blood. He’s so sure it’s blood. His? Soubi’s? Both? Where is Soubi? Alive? It’s hard to imagine Soubi dying, even with the countless times he’s had to watch that neck bleed.
Moments snail by, but soon, he’s standing. Propped and leaning, but standing, and that’s certainly a step in the right direction. His breathing is ragged. Little fingers blindly inspect for damage. This is virtually routine. How much damage did mother do this time. Because, after all, maybe it wasn’t a car wreck. Maybe, somehow, mother caught him skipping school. Maybe he’s stuck inside the house, again.
But, now, here is another thing to ignite worry: he can’t feel his bandages. No band-aids. No gauze. No tape. He can make out the rough patch of scrapes, scratches, cuts, indentions from fingernails, and little round, plump hills of bruised, swollen flesh. No bandages. It makes him feel increasingly more without a stitch of cloth than he already is. A wide open book. Vulnerable. Neon lights. My Parent Hits Me.
Even with all its attempts to cripple him from stepping forward, he can’t let it best him. No matter how scary. There are things to find out. Skeletons, or heart beats, to discover. Through all his suspicious and cautious tendencies ( a car wreck, Mother, Septimal Moon, Seimei. ), the Exit sign is a light house and Ritsuka is a little ship, rattled by unpredictable waves, passing in the night.