// I'm gonna be leaving this blog, unfortunately! It's a bit more difficult than I thought to get into character for a blog response as compared to an IRC response (which had been and still is my primary RP medium), and I don't really have the time to fish around for so much muse while grappling with college. :(
Now, I do have another blog... but I won't link it here or mention its name / URL. You'll probably know that it's me if you see it, however. (It's still BASARA. It's still AU. Lol) I won't be hiding or anything like that.
"Now it is my turn to pity you. To think that my only mission here on this realm is to serve is a ludicrous accusation. It is things like these that we, as you say, despise you for."
"My mission is simple for my lord. I am to retrieve a fallen angel and bring him home, but my mission is much more complicated as I figure out my own intentions for said mission. Be that as it may, I do not expect you to understand this. I have my own free will, and I will not have a demon give pity on me for something I have."
"As I have heard my lord say to me I will say to you. Do not judge others before they are meant to be judged. I do have pity on you, however, to not be able to accept kindness when it is grated to you. Possibly that witch you chase will find the heart that’s deteriorating within his gut and give you the acknowledgement you so crave."
"Your pity does not make me any less dead, or any less lonely. Nor will it make Alastor see me as anything more than 'just a demon' that his twisted sense of duty calls for him to slay without any trace of the respect we once held for one another..."
"...Regardless, please forgive my distrust of you angels and your God – I must simply wish you all the luck in the world on your search. I do hope that your friend is worth all your effort... that you care about them and that they, in turn, care about you. After all, I know from experience that it is difficult to forge on without that knowledge."
"Speak of me as you may, but I have my orders. However, I do not believe killing innocents will be part of my mission. I have my own morals, I know what is right and what is wrong unlike most of you. If a human should spot me and claim that I am an angel, then who am I to pass judgment on them? I do my work as I am told in the fashion I see fit, unlike you creatures who only seek your own destruction."
"You may not do evil with your own hands, but that does not mean that you are innocent; it only means that you are ignorant – whether that is by your own choice or otherwise. Most of the angels that I have met are as such."
"...Still, you have my condolences – as do all angels, truly. You all claim to only do as you are told – no more and no less – and further claim that to be a virtue. You seem to believe that your personal 'morals', so lacking in all other beings, prevent harm from being done, and that just because you have not yet killed and do not expect to kill that you are blameless. But the vilest of mortal cowards had also claimed the same of themselves, once..."
"You see, you rebuke demons for being a force of chaos and torment; that we seek naught but destruction – of others and of ourselves. I cannot say that it isn't true, in some sense. But you – angels – are not much better. You despise us because we cannot be controlled. Likewise, we pity you because you cannot think for yourselves."
"I have no reason to play by rules of humans. I have but one goal by my master and it will be achieved. If you have a problem, demon, then I suggest you make haste and best me."
"Wow. Typical angel, aren't you? The rules of mortals and the statements of demons are so below you. I'm sorry, but I only fight worthy opponents – not God's verminous little henchmen."
"Most mortals have deemed public nudity unacceptable. Going against their norms without any care for learning their reasoning for it yourself is rather irresponsible of you, especially when you can walk amongst them without worry."
This one is rather self-explanatory. Yamato is a demonic dude with fox ears, horns, and [a] tail[s] – though he could probably hide any of those if he really wanted to. Of course, he can also go the opposite way and turn into a full-fledged kitsune.
Sᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ Bʟᴀᴅᴇs
Like his namesake's wielder (Vergil!) in Devil May Cry, Yamato can utilize an ability similar to Vergil's Summoned Swords technique. He is able to call up spectral blades, have them fly around to stab and slash things, and / or can teleport to them whenever they draw blood. He's currently only capable of using the six swords that are bound to his spirit, however – ghosts of Alastormune's old swords that were shattered by Beoyasu's fists at Sekigahara many years ago. Yamato's original sword is in Alastor's possession, though he does seek to reclaim it soon.
Wɪsᴛғᴜʟ Aᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ
This has always been one of the defining character traits of the "original," non-AU Yamato, though it was less prominent in his very first incarnation – the severity of his amnesia was increased for the purpose of this blog only, because having it be "everyone hates Alastor on some level" would have been a bit boring and maybe even a little heavy-handed. Not to say that Yamato doesn't still want to hunt Alastor down, but he kind of has an excuse for being slow about it besides the fact that I'm slow with replies...
Even so, as is typical for the DANGFUCKs, Yamato is pretty aware that something has changed drastically about himself, even though he doesn't yet recall how exactly that is.
"Some Other You" (Hope it's okay to still send this but from Nobuyuki to Ifrit)
❦☲火☲真☲火☲❦
Space!Ifrit is always a classic. Out of all of them, this Ifrit is probably the one that most snugly fits into the "cinnamon roll" category (rather than the "sinnamon roll" one or something) and is also the one whose personality is closest to that of the canon Yukimura. Unfortunately, being a sweet cinnamon roll hasn't stopped that accursed force in the multiverse that strives to make Ifrit lonely...
A modest prodigy in the Galactic Federation's military academy on Daiban, most of his graduating class was horrifically massacred by Space Pirates on their graduating day. Ifrit himself was stabbed in the torso by one particularly traitorous mole of a classmate, Fuma Kotaro, and then thrown bodily off of a tall cliff. Through some miracle of luck (and sheer durability), he managed to survive to reunite with his remaining classmates, one of whom was Sarutobi Sasuke.
Unfortunately, Ifrit not being dead didn't satisfy Fuma, and he returned to frame Ifrit of a dire crime, forcing him to be smuggled off of Daiban by a group of well-meaning bounty hunters – "Swordmaster" Alastor, "Dark Slayer" Yamato, and "Royalguard" Beowulf. They struggled together against hostile powers' interests in Ifrit as Ifrit's parents were killed, as Ifrit himself was kidnapped by Oda Nobunaga and experimented upon, and the later discovery of Sasuke becoming an actual, shadowy criminal in order to bypass the red tape that prevented him from helping Ifrit.
So much has happened to Space!Ifrit; the above is really just a summary of the very beginning of the saga. Here's to hoping that after all the right justice is served things get better for him!
"I want to be able to keep everyone's attention – to make them care about me!"
Meguca!Alastor resides in Atsuta City, a place not too far from Okazaki City, Kazamino City, and Mitakihara Town.
By night, he is a Puellus Magi in a crimson longcoat, deftly navigating the sheer glass of the skyscrapers as he hunts and slays Atsuta's Witches with his wicked claymore sword and agonizing magic. During the darkest hours, he is someone worthy of attention and worthy of flattery.
By day, he is trapped, stuck in the hospital, enduring the scrutiny of doctors and nurses meant to help him manage his borderline personality. He doesn't want to let them in; he doesn't think that they could possibly understand him. Their attention isn't what he's after, anyway.
What he wants is the attention of his younger brother, Yamato – the one who left him in the hospital in the first place. A fellow Puellus Magi who's already forced to use his time manipulation magic to balance his nightly hunts with a successful career, Yamato and Alastor were once quite close, caring for one another after the deaths of their parents. As they both grew older, however, Yamato eventually concluded that he had little choice but to send Alastor off; he found that he simply had no more time to spare to give Alastor the care and the attention that he needed. Unfortunately, Alastor wasn't – and still isn't – ready to give up on trying to regain his brother's notice, positive or negative, by any means necessary.
And so one night Alastor ran away from the hospital and from Atsuta, and the murders began in nearby Okazaki City...
Well! This one's a pretty evident trope in Beowulf, though I wouldn't call what he suffers from "love." Rather, I refer to it as "his fixation [on Mitsunari]" – an unhealthy obsession that he has deluded himself into believing is a pure love.
As always, Beowulf thinks of himself as one who fights for a righteous cause that no one else seems to believe in. In life, as Tokugawa Ieyasu, he fought for peace in a turbulent era filled with souls who knew only battle and bloodshed. Now, under the alias of Beowulf, he fights to "ensure [the DANGFUCK squad's] existences" as seeks to "right" any "wrong" timelines where it seems that Ieyasu is poised to win the decisive battle at Sekigahara. Of course, he really just goes around exacting his repeated vengeance upon the others and uses his duty as an excuse to hang with Mitsunari, who is very conveniently both the most prominent opponent of Ieyasu as well as easily swayed by the right combinations of words.
Of course, Beowulf also already knows from experience that Mitsunari can be pretty affectionate in his own cute way. The familiarity and the positive linkage to bygone days are pretty key. He may simply want to have happy, simple days like those again...
Gᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Wʜɪᴛᴇ Aʀᴇ Dɪᴠɪɴᴇ
To contrast the sunny, approachable, and cheery yellow he wore in life, Beowulf now wears clothing in the more intimidating "gold-and-white" color scheme. This is a subtle sign of his downward spiral – though he wears the form of an angel due to his memories of an old friend, he does not quite recall the promise he'd made him, and has become nothing more than another coldly holy automaton – and not even a real one, either.
Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ Aɴɢᴇʟ, Mɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Unless your name is very explicitly Ishida Mitsunari, then Beowulf is probably not going to treat you anywhere remotely close to how he would have treated you when he was alive. Whereas the four centuries between then and the present have, for example, isolated Ifrit and pushed him to the razor's edge of rationality, they have deeply embittered Beowulf, and ironically he's become much more like Mitsunari in that he has come to believe that his pain can be ended via exacting a "proper" revenge. Said revenge is currently even more all-consuming than his ideals, so he only has room enough in his soul to house kindness for one person only – that would be Mitsunari, obviously.
Uhhh how about I just give you music he fights to, like this or this? Music isn't my forte at all lol because I only like VGMs...
The one place where he sometimes ends up falling asleep – where he's not supposed to.
If there is any (large enough) space where he isn't supposed to sleep, chances are good that Beowulf will make a blanket nest in that space and sleep in it. Those chances are increased if the spot is particularly cozy and warm, though not claustrophobically so. At least he's not a cat!
The game he'd destroy everyone else at.
Super Smash Brothers.
The emoticon he'd use most often.
In pretty much every setting he's in, Beowulf will have an overwhelming tendency to favor the :) emote – particularly when making disingenuous remarks within his internal monologues.
What he acts like when he hasn't had enough sleep.
Good mood or bad, sleep or no sleep, Beowulf is pretty good at hiding the darker and less cheery aspects of his demeanor, a holdover from when he was still alive – most of the time, he's going to just act as happy-go-lucky as he usually does. However, being tired or stressed does, at times, cause Beowulf to slip up with his act more often.
His preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. Or mornings. Or whenever.
Warm apple cider with cinnamon. :)
How he likes to comfort / care for himself when he's in a slump.
Whenever Beowulf feels under the weather and he can't rely on Mitsunari someone else to cheer him up, he'll wrap his wings around himself and fluff his feathers up a lot until he feels better.
What he wanted to be when he grew up.
HE JUST WANTED TO UNITE JAPAN SO THAT WE, FROM HERE FORTH, MAY NEVER AGAIN FIGHT OUR BROTHERS!!! HE WAS SO NOBLE!! (But when he grew up he actually just got decapitated!!!)
His favorite kind of weather.
Sunny weather, of course!
Thoughts on his singing voice.
He's a bird with quite a sweet voice. However, he's not one to sing often for some reason...
How / What he likes to draw or doodle.
Beowulf isn't terrible at drawing, at least. He's not good, he's not bad... but one outstanding thing is that he does draw Mitsunari pretty exceptionally.
