My name, is Riku. Nothing complicated or hard to remember. Straight forward. Blunt. Like a fucking rusted knife. Just like everything should be, right?? Well...what ever. The world's tough. It's big and full of lonely people, and being lonely sucks, but that's not nothing a little friendly time with a friendly stranger can't fix, right? Come on~! I won't bite too hard..unless you're into that! ((please view rules and profile for additional information! <3 indie rp blog ))
Riku as a cat that he just adores. She was a gift to him when he was first taken in by Coven, meant to be his companion where ever he went. At that time he was told that she was some kind of minor demon called a 'shadow cat' that should live as long as Riku if not longer. Though she appears to be an ordinary Russian Blue house cat she is excessively intelligent and patient with Riku and will either wait for him to return when he leaves for short periods or leave with him to follow him on his journey. She relies on Riku to feed her and supply for her, but if need be she would be able to fend well enough for herself without any trouble.Ā
Riku loves her more then most people and spoils her rotten. Her name is Zombie and she's never very far behind him.Ā
Riku grew up with his father, having never known his mother, but he spent surprisingly little time with him. His first few years of life were spent almost exclusively with his father until he reached school age and he returned to his work. His father was a respectable Korean man, and as far as Riku knew, he was an accountant for high in-come business men. They lived well in upper New York and Riku was enrolled in excellent boarding school from a young age. What Riku never understood, was the real reasons behind his father's 'business trips'.Ā
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His name was Shen Ru Dae and he was a life long member of an under ground Korean guild of assassins. His father had been a member and Shen followed suite, being trained for the role his entire life. He became known, and feared for his excellence in marksmanship, able to kill men for miles away with a single shot and a legal opponent in a gun fight or hand to hand combat. He was also called upon many times for his skills in infiltration, getting his hands on thousands of sensitive documents in his life time. It's what made him his fortune and earned him reverence and respect among others of his trade.Ā
He was known to be a charming, brooding, bad boy that happened to move from various lovers depending on where his missions landed him. However, a mission landed him in Japan for an extended period of time where he found something far more then he'd bargained for. A beautiful Japanese succubus stole his affections for several months, leaving him deeply smitten. He wanted to take her with him when he returned to America, but she refused and made it apparent that his infatuation was very one sided.Ā
He returned home and lived relatively normally, thinking the affair was in his past. Several month's later, however, she appeared again on his door step with a bundled baby. It was his, apparently, and she had no desire to keep him, it was now Shen's responsibility. His name was Rikuto, sixth son, and Shen was clueless, he was never prepared to be a father, and he was sure to get a test to confirm. He couldn't help himself though...he was a proud father, his son was perfect.
He threw his weight around with the guild to give himself a few years relief so he could focus on the new baby in his life; raising him on his own to the best of his ability. There was one thing he was certain about, he would keep his boy as far away from the guild as possible. He worked hard to raise him as a normal child, though his own paranoia that insisted he teach him at least...a few things.
Riku could take apart and assemble a gun in record time almost as soon as he could run in a straight line, and he could start a fire by hand shortly after that. He could cook for himself and build a shelter and he was trained to never...never trust the authority in the city. They were corrupt, he told him, and would retaliate against him if they learned his full name. Shen was a feared assassin after all, he didn't make friends in the police departments and he fears they might take it out on the young, clueless boy.Ā
He maintained at home that he was an accountant who must take long business trips to accommodate his high profile customers and that Riku should focus on his school work. He could see the resentment growing in his son through the years though, see the strain of his sudden absence wearing on his patience and his rebellious behavior was only a more telling sign of it. Riku would get in fights at school or refuse to return to school after breaks or else entirely ditch classes. Shen had very little time to think of this though, doing his best to provide for Riku, but something else was far more pressing.Ā
Shen had stumbled on something dangerous during one of his missions, a file he was never meant to see, and one that worried him deeply. He saw a war coming, something with enough potential to consume the world, and he felt a sense of duty to intervene. It was something that had to be handled quietly, and he had all the training to do just that. He went AWAL from the guild and began to hide himself and Riku, as well as all his assets with the anticipation that he would not survive his betrayal to the guild. He had a contact that was informed of his will and that all of his assets were to be passed to his son in the event of his death.Ā
His eventual death came as a surprise to him, he'd let his guard down in his own home and it ended him. He'd never anticipated Riku's response though, he hadn't realized quite how much of his own paranoia had been taught to his son and when Riku bolted it meant he never received the inheritance due to him which would have ensured him a comfortable life and the ability to finish his education.Ā
(( *mun has considered Shen's death having been faked, that he's still alive, but as of now he's assumed to be dead* >.> This has all been a very rough summary, please forgive me! X_X ))Ā
"Youāre a total Schizo dudeā¦seriously." He scratched the back of his hair and shook his head with a half laugh. "Donāt know if anyoneās ever told you that, but you should probably knowā¦"Ā
He snorted, "I was planning on it! Your's and mine, jerk!" He stuck his tongue out at him and laughed with a shake of his head. "I just call it like I see it."Ā
He paused and looked to her as she spoke for a moment, watching her to see if this was some kind of hoax. āNo blood..?ā He asked slowly as he considered her. Bathing in a tub of blood would only serve to give him nightmares, but a regular bath..? He could manage that.
He nodded to her with a weak smile. āYeahā¦yeah alright.ā He turned back to his task then, leaning over to start the water and fill the tub with hot, steaming water; throwing in some salts nearby while the tub filled. A hot bath and some sleep maybe, he could feel the wear of the long flight here now, and the emotional roller coaster wasnāt helping much.Ā
"Nay, no blood for this evening." It would only be a waste if she was ruled the next evening by wasting it on worries and movements to and from one line in the floor. "A human bath with waters and bubbles." She was in quite the need for warm water to splash over her, not the blood of a virgin as she hung from a pole. A shame, but The Countess would survive for a few hours. Her mind must survive for a few hours.
"How did you acquire the knowledge he may have perished?" The Countess would refute the knowledge of Jamieās death. She would await until his mask returned to her. It was nowhere within the household and after its animated form, The Countess would be solidified he would never be at her side. "You must have hurried yourself to be here."
He sighed softly and shook his head a little, starting to pull his shirt off now and set it off to the side as the tub filled. "Ever since I've started living on my own, I've started picking up work as a hit man, or man for hire, a lot of the same stuff Jamie use to do. He hooked me up with a few contacts to get me started and it was one of those contacts that told me. It's apparently a whisper that's been going through our line of work, Jamie was one of the best, his death...it causes a ripple effect-people take notice and apparently there's a half a dozen morons who are trying to take credit for it." He shrugged and moved to sit on the edge of the of the tub.
"I made plans to come to London as soon as I heard. I thought you would have already know, with how many people you know." he offered with a weak smile and a shake of his head.Ā
so I'm putting this under read more to not bother anyone too much with my ooc BS but I"m really pleased with this thing I'm working on and I wanted to put it on the internet to share <3
It's part of a commission I'm working on and this part has just worked out really really well for me, I'm pleased with the details and shading and what not. I'm trying a new technique where you do all the shading in gray scale and then 'glaze' the colors over it. I did a little color test last time and it worked out beautifully! I'm excited to finish so I can color the whole dang thing! ^^
He stared at her for a long time, his own hurt settling into a defiant mask. She was nuts. Sheād officially cracked and Riku was in no position to survive her wrath if she turned it on him. He wasnāt entirely sure how āimmortalā he may or may not be. āIs that to be some kind of punishment then? And what have I done to deserve it? What the hell ever happened to fucking hugging like normal people!?ā His jaw was clenched and his stomach flipping into knots. Like he wasnāt torn up about loosing Jamie too, but then what could he expect? Getting a good cry out on the Countessā shoulder? Maybe he was the one whoād fucking snapped.Ā
"Iām going to go draw you a hot bath with some salts, Iāll move your flowers and a bottle of blood wine in there, but then I"m going. I have things to see to and phone calls to make if this whole business is to be settled." He sighed and watched her for a long moment, perhaps more hurt then he was willing to admit before turning away and heading for the master bathroom to start her bath. He really did have a terrible, terrible habit of picking poor snuggling company. He couldnāt think of one person he could retreat to, to openly cry about emotional shit like this and right now..and that sucked. Heāll just have to suck it up and stop being a goddamn baby. Justā¦some time, maybe sheāll calm down, maybe heād be able to buck up and some sanity could return, but to what end? Fuckā¦everything.Ā
The Countess wondered if her mind would retreat within herself and she would linger in the shadows once more. After Kallista, one month was spent mourning the loss of her. One month where she wondered and held hope this was all a grand mistake. Yes, she was aware of how foolish it was to think of such things, but to those who she held in her company and who aided her, they were lingered upon. Thirty human months to mourn her and await her. There were a few more months to await the sound of Kalistaās laughter or her words informing her she was indeed alive, but it never came.
Now it may be the same for Jamie as she observed the hurt upon Rikuās face. She loathed Riku when she first met him. He shoveled the fact he rutted Jamie into her features and at times down her throat. All of it to spite her, yet with time there was more than angry words passed betwixt the two. Nay, he aided her and comforted her even now when she was at her most volatile.
"Wait first," she murmured, following after his steps. "You and I are bathing together and shall mourn together. Only right after you held company with Jamie for a while."
He paused and looked to her as she spoke for a moment, watching her to see if this was some kind of hoax. "No blood..?" He asked slowly as he considered her. Bathing in a tub of blood would only serve to give him nightmares, but a regular bath..? He could manage that.
He nodded to her with a weak smile. "Yeah...yeah alright." He turned back to his task then, leaning over to start the water and fill the tub with hot, steaming water; throwing in some salts nearby while the tub filled. A hot bath and some sleep maybe, he could feel the wear of the long flight here now, and the emotional roller coaster wasn't helping much.Ā
The bundle of blankets on the couch shifted with a small grunt before an auburn head of hair poked free and looked up at the god with groggy, multi-colored eyes. "Oh...hey~" He smiled lightly and yawned with a small squeak. "Haven't seen you in forever! Did Coven warn you that I was here..?" Or was he about to be kicked out of his 'bed'?
Coven and Riku's relationship is a strange, but entirely comfortable mixture of occasional lover, best friend, big brother, and something almost maternal. Coven was one of the first people in Riku's life that really seemed to understand him, without him really understanding himself. Coven always seems to know exactly when to show up and what needs to be done to make things better. He's a calming presence, and Riku often needs him more then he realizes.Ā
He pouted a little and nodded with a small whine. āJust let me get Zombie set up at the motel with my shit. Iām not keeping too many valuable things at the Countessā incase she decides to chuck it all out on the yardā¦and set it on fireā¦ā He sighed and shook his head, scooting Zombie into her carrier and setting it with the rest of the bags. āMovie night with popcorn on the couch?ā He asked with a pouted lip.Ā
He smiled softly. āBorrow one of our places? You shouldnāt have to worry about her getting out on you.ā He moved to haul a few more of his bags towards the pile of them on the floor. āIf a movie night is whatās going to keep you sane, Iām hardly going to argue.āĀ
He smiled and nodded a little, "Lilo and Stitch?" He asked playfully and began to pick up his things. "I'd..I'd really appreciate it. I should maybe...sell this place and get one in London."Ā
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