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Fukuda, Roka

▌ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ

Age ▸ Twenty-Three (23)
Gender ▸ Male

Height ▸ 6'00" (183 cm)
Weight ▸ 152 lbs (69 kg)

Ethnicity ▸ Japanese

Guardian Angel ▸ Bang
▌ ＢＥＩＮＧ

Breath Style ▸ Breath of Wind
i. With the Wind - (風と共に Kazetotomoni)
▹▹ The swordsman quickly dashes toward the target and slashes through them.

ii. Air Slice - (エアスライス Easuraisu)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes upward, sending forward a short-ranged blade of wind.

iii. Air Cutter - (エアーカッター Eākattā)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes downward, sending forward a stronger, long-ranged blade of wind.

iv. Wind Fangs - (風の牙 Kaze no kiba)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes upward then downward, creating a gust of air that imitates a biting mouth.

v. Curtain Fall - (カーテンフォール Kātenfōru)
▹▹ The swordsman strikes downward to create a gust of cutting wind.

vi. Whirlwind - (旋風 Senpū)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes from both the left and right to create a tornado of piercing wind.
Blood Art ▸ Blood Arrows
🔒 Blood Arrows (流血の矢 Ryūketsunoya) - With his drawn blood, Roka can manipulate them into arrows that pierce their target.
[ ＳＴＡＴＳ]
Health ▸ 200

AGI ▸ 4
STR ▸ 3
END ▸ 3
PER ▸ 4
CHM ▸ 1

Total | 15
▌ ＢＡＣＫＧＲＯＵＮＤ

(+) ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ( . ) ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ( - )
Agreeable ◦ ◦ ◦ Modest ◦ ◦ ◦ Protean | Asocial ◦ ◦ ◦ Callous ◦ ◦ ◦ Mechanical

▲ AGREEABLE | Roka will agree to do most anything, whether it's a good idea or not.
▲ MODEST | His humble nature has been hardly scathed since his transition from human to demon; He does not boast about or seek pity for his condition.
▲ PROTEAN | In most situations, he is willing to adapt to the circumstances as best he can.

▼ ASOCIAL | Only believes in socializing when he's required to.
▼ CALLOUS | While he does things for the team, he doesn't care about the individuals involved.
▼ MECHANICAL | Carries himself in a non-emotional manner, much like a robot or doll.
[ ＬＩＫＥＳ]
❤ Draping trees
❤ Bodies of water
❤ Gentle breezes
❤ Juicy meat
[ ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ]
💔 Negligence
💔 Loud sounds
💔 Stains
💔 Childishness
[ ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ]
To a young Roka, the woman he called baasan was his parents, both maternal and paternal. His grandmother was a strong woman who owned a rice paddy field. Roka would sit at it's side, little feet delicately grazing the cool rice bath, as he listened to her tell him stories. As he matured into a comprehensive child, he questioned the whereabouts of his parents and had been informed of their disappearance. Why they had never returned home one night was unbeknownst to his grandmother, but as long as he had her, he didn't mind that they were gone. He couldn't remember who they were so he couldn't feel any remorse for their loss anyway, though he could tell that his grandmother could. This made him strive to be as good a replacement for them as he could be, but of course, she naturally was fulfilled by his presence.

As Roka aged and developed new capabilities, he put himself to work wherever he could. He believed it was his duty to begin working to repay his grandmother for raising him. While she always objected, he never took no for an answer. He cleaned the house, tended the yard, ran the necessary errands, and eventually worked his way to maintain the rice fields. He never saw work as work, but rather quality time spent with his baasan. As he grew stronger and more able-bodied, she grew weaker and fragile. Of course he knew such would happen, as was the way of nature. It only meant he had to continue working to his best ability, which he was happy to do for her.

One morning, he left for the market, something he did every week or so to replenish the supplies they didn't farm themselves. It wasn't uncommon for his trips to last a couple of hours, but that one in particular felt especially long. He felt a griping in his stomach that made him anxious, though he managed to convince himself that it was merely from hiking on an empty stomach. So, he continued on, well into noon. Admittedly, he'd slacked about a bit, indulging in what the market had to offer. It made him forget his earlier qualms and helped him to more peacefully. When he returned home, however, to find the environment out of his normal order for the time, his qualms returned. Even in her declining health, his grandmother was adamant about keeping the property homely; Lanterns lit, doors agape, etc. When he arrived, everything was seemingly in the opposite nature; The lights off, doors closed, and a chilling air washing over the house. That was when he entered to find his grandmother at the hands of a demon. In a frenzy, all he could think was to save her, despite her life having already been taken. In his rage, he was ready to accept death and lay at her side. While death never did meet him, another plague did.

▌ ＢＥＹＯＮＤ

[ ＴＲＩＶＩＡ]
▹▹ Respect your elders or he'll eat you >:c
[ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ]
Character | Admin | Relationship | Thoughts
❤❤❤♡♡

[ ＭＥＴＨＯＤ]
Timezone ▸ EST (UTC-4)
Method ▸ Para. lit; Script for headcanons
Availability ▸ 10am - 6pm Monday - Friday; Offline on most weekends

Description

Fukuda, Roka

▌ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ

Age ▸ Twenty-Three (23)
Gender ▸ Male

Height ▸ 6'00" (183 cm)
Weight ▸ 152 lbs (69 kg)

Ethnicity ▸ Japanese

Guardian Angel ▸ Bang
▌ ＢＥＩＮＧ

Breath Style ▸ Breath of Wind
i. With the Wind - (風と共に Kazetotomoni)
▹▹ The swordsman quickly dashes toward the target and slashes through them.

ii. Air Slice - (エアスライス Easuraisu)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes upward, sending forward a short-ranged blade of wind.

iii. Air Cutter - (エアーカッター Eākattā)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes downward, sending forward a stronger, long-ranged blade of wind.

iv. Wind Fangs - (風の牙 Kaze no kiba)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes upward then downward, creating a gust of air that imitates a biting mouth.

v. Curtain Fall - (カーテンフォール Kātenfōru)
▹▹ The swordsman strikes downward to create a gust of cutting wind.

vi. Whirlwind - (旋風 Senpū)
▹▹ The swordsman slashes from both the left and right to create a tornado of piercing wind.
Blood Art ▸ Blood Arrows
🔒 Blood Arrows (流血の矢 Ryūketsunoya) - With his drawn blood, Roka can manipulate them into arrows that pierce their target.
[ ＳＴＡＴＳ]
Health ▸ 200

AGI ▸ 4
STR ▸ 3
END ▸ 3
PER ▸ 4
CHM ▸ 1

Total | 15
▌ ＢＡＣＫＧＲＯＵＮＤ

(+) ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ( . ) ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ( - )
Agreeable ◦ ◦ ◦ Modest ◦ ◦ ◦ Protean | Asocial ◦ ◦ ◦ Callous ◦ ◦ ◦ Mechanical

▲ AGREEABLE | Roka will agree to do most anything, whether it's a good idea or not.
▲ MODEST | His humble nature has been hardly scathed since his transition from human to demon; He does not boast about or seek pity for his condition.
▲ PROTEAN | In most situations, he is willing to adapt to the circumstances as best he can.

▼ ASOCIAL | Only believes in socializing when he's required to.
▼ CALLOUS | While he does things for the team, he doesn't care about the individuals involved.
▼ MECHANICAL | Carries himself in a non-emotional manner, much like a robot or doll.
[ ＬＩＫＥＳ]
❤ Draping trees
❤ Bodies of water
❤ Gentle breezes
❤ Juicy meat
[ ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ]
💔 Negligence
💔 Loud sounds
💔 Stains
💔 Childishness
[ ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ]
To a young Roka, the woman he called baasan was his parents, both maternal and paternal. His grandmother was a strong woman who owned a rice paddy field. Roka would sit at it's side, little feet delicately grazing the cool rice bath, as he listened to her tell him stories. As he matured into a comprehensive child, he questioned the whereabouts of his parents and had been informed of their disappearance. Why they had never returned home one night was unbeknownst to his grandmother, but as long as he had her, he didn't mind that they were gone. He couldn't remember who they were so he couldn't feel any remorse for their loss anyway, though he could tell that his grandmother could. This made him strive to be as good a replacement for them as he could be, but of course, she naturally was fulfilled by his presence.

As Roka aged and developed new capabilities, he put himself to work wherever he could. He believed it was his duty to begin working to repay his grandmother for raising him. While she always objected, he never took no for an answer. He cleaned the house, tended the yard, ran the necessary errands, and eventually worked his way to maintain the rice fields. He never saw work as work, but rather quality time spent with his baasan. As he grew stronger and more able-bodied, she grew weaker and fragile. Of course he knew such would happen, as was the way of nature. It only meant he had to continue working to his best ability, which he was happy to do for her.

One morning, he left for the market, something he did every week or so to replenish the supplies they didn't farm themselves. It wasn't uncommon for his trips to last a couple of hours, but that one in particular felt especially long. He felt a griping in his stomach that made him anxious, though he managed to convince himself that it was merely from hiking on an empty stomach. So, he continued on, well into noon. Admittedly, he'd slacked about a bit, indulging in what the market had to offer. It made him forget his earlier qualms and helped him to more peacefully. When he returned home, however, to find the environment out of his normal order for the time, his qualms returned. Even in her declining health, his grandmother was adamant about keeping the property homely; Lanterns lit, doors agape, etc. When he arrived, everything was seemingly in the opposite nature; The lights off, doors closed, and a chilling air washing over the house. That was when he entered to find his grandmother at the hands of a demon. In a frenzy, all he could think was to save her, despite her life having already been taken. In his rage, he was ready to accept death and lay at her side. While death never did meet him, another plague did.

▌ ＢＥＹＯＮＤ

[ ＴＲＩＶＩＡ]
▹▹ Respect your elders or he'll eat you >:c
[ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ]
Character | Admin | Relationship | Thoughts
❤❤❤♡♡

[ ＭＥＴＨＯＤ]
Timezone ▸ EST (UTC-4)
Method ▸ Para. lit; Script for headcanons
Availability ▸ 10am - 6pm Monday - Friday; Offline on most weekends