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@fausteen
17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠

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My Self-Summary

Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.

Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.

My Future Plans

Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.

My Talents

Determination and adaptability.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.

My Ideal Partner

What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.

…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.

Height 5’5” / 165 cm Body Type SLENDER Smokes INFREQUENTLY Drinks INFREQUENTLY Drugs NO Sign Libra Education PARTIAL HIGH SCHOOL, TUTORED, PRACTICAL Occupation None Presently Income None Presently Children NO Pets NO Hobbies Learning new things

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

…Neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…

.05 TITS OR ASS

Depends

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Either

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both have their place, I think…

Personality Type
INTJ-T

ENERGY

91%

introverted

MIND

62%

intuitive

NATURE

73%

thinking

TACTICS

56%

judging

IDENTITY

85%

turbulent

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Comments

[belheir]

[Probably. At least a little. He can't remember if there had been the scent of fear or not, two wrapped up in his own need, his own mind. More like the lesser demons than any King. More like an animal than a person.

So it goes.

But he does listen to Makoto. Takes what he says and internalizes it, because the other younger demon knows more. Makoto might be younger, but he's still more knowledgeable than he is, even if their experiences and worlds don't line up 100%. He's an authority figure at best, and still someone to bounce around conjecture with at worst. Either way: Someone important, and who's experience he trusts.

He can't starve it into disappearing. He can't force it down and away, and even if he hadn't been doing that entirely, there'd still been a breaking point where it hadn't been enough and he'd snapped.]

Abel is me, but I'm not him. Those are my feelings on the matter. His soul was shattered and I just happened to be the one to pick up enough pieces to put it back together.

[And now, Abel's soul rests, at least in part, where his own had. He'd given up his to take control of Babel to save everyone, and the united pieces had firmly taken up residence in the hole left behind.

Maybe it hadn't been a bad thing. It's not his, but it is a soul, isn't it?]

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( he doesn’t really know about knowing more than kazuya does. their experiences are just dramatically different, and it might seem like that just because makoto is a melancholic, inwardly-reflective, pensive sort of young man. his overactive mind can’t really stop itself from turning concepts and problems over and over in his head, worrying over them like a dog with a bone, even when he’d already generally figured out that there was no real “solution” to be found for them.

here, there experiences are once again dissimilar. for whatever reason, kazuya seems to embody another figure—one so Biblically ancient that he was one of the first two sons of man. makoto himself tends to think of that more metaphorically and allegorically than literally, but it’s still a part of him, and it had existed both before and outside of himself before he had been “kazuya.” or, at least, that’s his understanding of it. it casts a shadow across his friend’s psyche, perhaps coloring his thoughts and opinions sometimes, but it hadn’t stolen away the essence which made him “himself.”

this is very different from what makoto contended with—a division so strong and so stark between the dark, cruel nature of his innermost desires and his heart, which recognized how wrong they were to want, that almost made him feel like two people sometimes. he knows he isn’t. he can’t blame his desires on some external force or influence because he knows they’ve always been honest within himself. this is why he doesn’t allow himself to deny their existence as part of himself anymore; it had been harmful to ever try.

they are different scenarios, but he thinks they can hurt in the same way. that’s why he fumbles through the “advice” he attempts to give, trying to walk the narrow, shared road between them.

he pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, ) …The way I started to get better at handling it is, I don’t try to deny it outright. I set limitations… rules. So it goes from something like, “I can never have something like that” to “I could, given the right conditions, and I just have to be patient.” ( he bites his bottom lip, trying to fight down a faint feeling of self-loathing and revulsion as he admits that. it still feels wrong, even if it’s the best he can do. ) Changing it mentally from a ‘never’ to a ‘eventually’… It just makes me feel a little less—crazy.

I don’t know if something like that would help you with what’s between you and Abel because, well… it’s different. But maybe you could try to set some limits with him as well. It might make it easier.

[belheir]

[Another nod, as Makoto explains how he deals with things on his end. How he got better at handling things.To not deny himself, but to wait, to exercise a sort of patience, even for his hearts desire. It'd worked, honestly. Even if he told himself he could have something eventually, it had happened. He knows his friends penchant for wanting to consume, to tear and rip at flesh.

He'd waited, and he was rewarded. Proof of concept simple enough. Enough monkeys and enough typewriters, so to speak. And it could be the same for Kazuya and Abel too. They had an eternity on their side, after all. More than enough time to figure out the future and how to shape it. Or not.

Kazuya hums contemplatively.]

That might work. Though... I still don't want to be the kind of person who hurts others just because I can. Maybe just knowing there's a time and a place to get those kinds of urges out constructively would be nice.

[extramortem]

( it certainly helps that makoto knows he might actually have other opportunities here. if kazuya were his only option, the only chance he might ever have, it might be more challenging to deny himself… but he’s actually been indulged in the worst and most macabre of his desires more here than he had been even in hell when he had been there, so he’s going to remain quietly appreciative of that and continue to try to stay his course. sometimes it daunts him to think he will have to live like this forever, constantly balancing the disparate, volatile parts of himself as if on a precarious tightrope walk. but the fact that he can sit and speak with kazuya like this, with the other fully aware of even the ugliest parts of him which hide in the shadowiest recesses of his heart… it feels like it makes it worth it, to be able to feel seen—and accepted enough to keep around.

for someone like makoto, something like that would never be taken for granted.

he nods, encouraging. ) And if others notice that you only apply your power sparingly, whenever you feel like it’s actually needed… I think they would grow to respect that as well.

( fear and contempt can build for the truly powerful who brandish their strength as a cudgel to bludgeon everyone around them with without reserve. but for someone who applies it instead as a precision weapon, with the wisdom to temper it? that was different, he thinks.

he pauses, glancing at the table, then up to his friend again. )

Um… I think that’s probably as much as I can eat, for now. ( and it wasn’t a lot, given he hadn’t really arrived with an appetite, but he’d at least sampled some of everything. he starts to stand up from the table. ) I can help you put it away… I’m going to be here all day, so we can definitely eat more of it later.