Character Name: Fuuma Monou
Fandom: X/1999
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Alternate Universe

( Take my hand, I'll keep you safe )

Alright, considering that Fuuma's abilities besides his telekinesis are a bit hard to describe normally, plus they're a bit on the godmod-side, making a permissions post.

( Cut for explinations and X manga spoilers )

( Offline | Nightmare city, here we come! )

[Plus side: He's not wearing women's clothing. Downside: The ship just got a hell of a lot creepier. Although Fuuma does look quite snazzy in an evening coat. He's adjusting his shades now]

...have to say I almost preferred when we wore dresses.

[Well, we aren't on the Crucible anymore, kids. It's actually a pretty good replica of Tokyo Tower, and Fuuma's standing on a rafter, a cloak around him while one other person stands facing him, holding a sword identical to his own Shinken. Neither one move for a few moments before they start clashing, lightning coming off their swords.

After a ( Read more... )

[Fuuma jerks awake as if he was in a nightmare, gasping for breath. Waitaminute. He looks around, holding his head in his left hand.] What-

[He stares in wide-eyed disbelief as he sees that, lo and behold, his left hand is intact. And any remnants from his wounds fighting Dante were gone, too] What in the-

Was it just a dream?

(His memory's spotty, ( Read more... )

[So, Fuuma's injuries have healed up, yaaaay~ Now he's just glaring up at the blackness in the sky]

It's disturbingly beautiful.

[Sighs, shaking his head- no thinking about the end] Hope the others are alright...

Can I honestly let it go?

[Fuuma's staggering along, bloodied, but still able to dodge the holes that're popping up. This isn't looking good. He's gripping the Shinken in his hand as he mutters to himself]

Ungh.....why the hell did I fight that guy...stupid.

[He continues on, stopping at a solid patch of ground for a moment to wipe blood off his lip. Breathing's staggered, ( Read more... )

[...he was doing okay for a while, honestly. But a moment of carelessness, and of course, something ends up happening. Joy. Fuuma, at least, was smart enough to wrap the bleeding stump of what used to be his left hand in his jacket...which, of course, left him shirtless.

As if things weren't awkward enough already. He looks to the Sphere, face paled ( Read more... )