SAKAKI FURUINE [WIP]

[Sakaki Furuine]

Sakaki Furuine

Sakaki Furuine Eighteen Neutral Ayakashi Boy Crest (mod will fill out) Everything. c: FACE CLAIM: Tsuyukusa ANIMANGA: Amatsuki GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 138 lbs. APPEARANCE Sakiki isn't exactly what you would call a handsome youth; awkward, yes, and maybe even cute by a loose interpretation, but not most people's idea of attractive. That might be due in part to the fact that his mossy green hair, no matter how he brushes it, seems intent on imitating some kind of shrubbery, though it could also be that he seems to have a near-permanent furrow in his brows as he goes about his chores, the stress of his new job and worries about his family back home driving deep lines between them. Growing up, his aunt loved to tease him that if he didn't stop scowling so much, he'd end up a wrinkly old man by the time he's twenty-five, and while she might be right, he would immediately snap back that it's not his fault that she's too busy flirting with the customers to focus on what really matters: the success of their business and the survival of those brave or stupid enough to risk their lives in search of a little relaxation. Yet despite his usual long-suffering expression, there's always a sliver of warmth in those green eyes of his and a hint of a grudging smile as he thinks back on those days. At least until someone else on the guard walks by and he quickly returns to a more somber expression. His build, like his face, is nothing exciting - most would probably call him scrawny, lacking any obvious muscle definition apart from that on his arms which, now that he's no longer sweeping, scrubbing, and being used as a pack mule when something needs moved from one room to another as part of his chores at the onsen, remains present due to the training that is still very new to him. His eating habits don't exactly help, as he developed a habit of skipping meals or otherwise cutting back to stretch their limited supplies a few days farther that he has yet to break. His clothing varies depending on what he's doing during any given day day. His "work clothes" for when he visits back home on rare occasions - refusing to take the time to rest even then - are obviously more traditional than what he would wear out and about, and vary given the tasks at hand; usually, these consist of simple black and white garments, sleeveless so as not to restrict his movements or get in the way when he's washing rooms or cleaning the baths, though he does add them separately when the temperatures drop to particularly cold, never more vital than when he's guarding the surrounding area with his partner to ensure that should any rogue digimon manage to find their onsen and the tiny surrounding town nestled in its small river valley, they are ready to defend it.  Since moving back to Tokyo and joining the Wall Guard, however, he tends to wear more casual but convenient clothes, jeans and slacks often mixing with sweaters of different colors but rarely with any outstanding patterns, jackets principally in green and, when the temperature grows warm, occasionally missing their sleeves. On the other hand, he also owns several different scarves that keep his neck nice and warm during the winter. Finally, when he's left in his room to (reluctantly) rest, he will generally find something more comfortable to lounge or sleep in, namely various tank tops and shorts. He's not very fashion conscious, to be sure, but given his work, he doesn't have much time for going out and shopping for new ones and tends to stick with what he has, personally mending anything that rips and tears from day to day use. "One of my earliest memories is of the day I almost drowned in the lake my grandparents' onsen sits beside. My grandfather liked to walk me down there to play on the shore whenever I would visit, and this time, I somehow talked him into taking me out on the water in a rickety old canoe to see more of it. It was still, tranquil, the water's surface unbroken save for the columns of warm mist that rose off it in the early morning's weak light; nothing short of enchanting. That's probably why, despite my grandfather's warnings to be careful, I leaned over the side to twine my fingers through the swirling vapor, trying to capture it in my tiny fist. I can still feel the world spinning as it slipped right between my fingers and I plummeted into the water with all the grace of a stone. What happened next was a blur of bubbles streaming past my face and hopelessly struggling against the press of the water as it dragged me down, and as I reached for the surface, I remember thinking in that dimming light - despite being all of four years old at the time - that this was it: I was going to die down there, and despite what a huge mess the world's turned into, I have never been so terrified. That's when my back hit something solid, and before I could grasp what was happening, something thick and heavy wrapped itself around my middle and was dragging me up, up, up, back toward the surface. I can't remember exactly what happened next, the sudden rush of air to my lungs as we hit the air leaving me feeling dizzy and sick, gasping in huge lungfuls as the thing pushed me to the side of the boat, but I know there were voices: my grandfather's, worried as he pulled me into the boat and pulled me close into a hug and checked me over for any injuries, and another I didn't recognize that spoke once in a low, deep rumble. Although I was still too out of it to understand what it was saying, there was something comforting about its words that helped me calm down after such a terrifying ordeal. We just floated there for a while, and once I stopped coughing and shaking, my grandfather declared that I had had enough adventure for one day and that we were going back home for a long soak in the warm baths. I might have let the entire incident fade away right along with most of my early memories eventually if it weren't for one thing, one tiny detail that I would never forget: As we rowed back to shore in silence, I caught a flash of something moving out of the corner of my eye, and turned my head just in time to see something long and winding slip beneath the water's surface, a snakelike tail covered in aqua-colored scales and tipped in a large, red fin that flicked the air only once before disappearing with a splash. I wouldn't find out the whole truth about what happened that morning for over a decade, but that didn't matter to my four year old self because somehow, something huge, strong, and covered in in scales had come to my rescue when I needed it most. And I knew then with a stubborn certainty, years before I even heard the word "Digimon," that there was more to the world than most humans believed. After all, it's not every day that a dragon saves your life." MEMBER NAME: Corvus AGE: Old >3>  OTHER CHARACTERS: Cecil Martel ROLEPLAY SAMPLE You don't want to suffer through that again. Trust me.

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