Disorder Heaven

Amano "Shi Hiko" Tsubasa Descendant of Amanosaku & Kurimaki Saizo The Wild Card Private and Affiliated with: Shiver RPG

[oujihiko]

divinefelt‌:

when :  unknown where :   the ghost world with :   shihiko  /  @oujihiko

perhaps her attire was a bit too on the nose.  the many golden embroidered snakes that slithered across her black pantsuit and the twisted horns atop her gold-brushed mask may have given too much away of her true nature of the scaled and horned beast that hid just beneath her flesh.  but if she could not be herself here , among the divine and the dead alike , then what was the point?  if only dancing and drinking weren’t an issue ,then she would’ve worn her true skin. 

in all truthfullness , however , she was beyond elated for such an event.  only in her distant memory were parties of such extravagance held ;  long ago when she had an empire of her own and she was one who everyone turned their eyes to look at.  but tonight , they were to honor the union of the divine and she would happily settle on hiko’s arm for a once-in-a-lifetime event where she wasn’t the most powerful in the room. 

❝  it’s beautiful ,  ❞   she breathed as they entered the glamour , yet her thoughts drifted towards what laid beyond.  her mother was here.  perhaps even her children , gods forbid.  but out there  was her father and husband and all the others who met their end by her dagger or her maw.  an involuntary shiver went through her body.  ghosts had never scared her before but she was in a different realm with different rules.  dark eyes flew towards the jade bracelet on her wrist.  that and the aura around them supposedly keeping them safe from the wasteland beyond.  

but such thoughts don’t make their way to the surface.  rather , she’s wearing the impenetrable visage of the dragyn queen she used to be so long ago and turns it towards the one on her arm.  ❝  shall we go get a drink ?  or are there greetings you have to make ?  ❞

Hiko had been way too accustomed to these types of parties.  Back in their Manor in Japan,  there were endless pseudo festivities. The help or the slaves, in general,  catered to every need of theirs so that the blond may be prepared to venture out into the world.  May it be in the realm of the living or that of the dead. He knew their cultures,  their etiquettes, their law.  He knew not to step a toe out of line in places where another God was in control of the realm...  But, he was not born to be a descendant of heavenly opposing and chaos for nothing. 

The God looked to his side,  smiling at the awe in Zahra’s voice.  He knew that she would appreciate these fine luxuries of the world.  Even if such extravaganza did not come from their own physical world,  much of it was identical to what they knew.  His eyes took in the sight of the beautiful woman in his arms. He appreciated the pantsuit she wore,  hugging her body oh-so sinfully well that he couldn’t help but comment.  “You’re beautiful.”  He said in a whispering voice,  making sure it was loud enough as he leaned over to her—careful not to make his mask accidentally bump hers as the longhorns of her mask might scratch and scrape against his own finely sanguine hued demon veil.

He liked to think that the black kimono he wore complimented her dress quite handsomely.  The temptation of wearing modern garments had crossed the blond’s mind countless times as he prepared for the night but,  he decided to carry their family crest in his robes.  Fashioned with golden floral stitches on his hakama pants that was a good contrast to Zahra’s golden snakes.  His date proved to be a worthy distraction as Hiko took a moment to reply back to her question.

“The greetings can wait till later,” He told her with a slight shrug. He himself found such courteous things to be exhausting.  “There is a good reason why I like hiding my face, you know.”  He added off with a chuckle.  “We can get some wine, but I warn you that they’ll only taste divine on the first sip.”  He leads her hand down from his arm to his hand, grasping hers gently. Hiko guided Zahra to the dance floor.  "Why don't we enjoy ourselves a little first before letting me do my formalities?" He asks her with a smirk, the mischief in his voice too obvious for her not to notice.

[oujihiko]

Lɪᴍ Tᴀɪ Wᴇɪ'ꜱ Wᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦

Montsuki with the wings crest of the Amano and a floral Hakama Oni mask for chaos and the Jade invitation Lastly, the family katana in honor of Kurimaki Saizo

[oujihiko]

taliawells‌:

Oceanic hues looked past the patron perched before her, wobbling & bracing themselves upon the bar’s edge. They had been prattling at length, though Talia had let their words dissipate into the ether to join the calamity and electricity that swam and hung heavy in the air of Bacchus. There were buoyant follies amidst a tentative precipice. A night could so easily walk the tightrope of success and failure, all wrapped in an alcoholic haze and how easily Bacchus claimed hours, days, years of people’s lives when a soul truly succumbed to embrace debaucherous pleasure at length. 

Talia did not see herself as a con artist of sorts. She only offered vices in glassware and the thoughts that accompanied. Any decision to stay was rendered entirely by that person. Each layer of addled impairment was brought on by their own hand ⁠— hers only poured it. She delivered shots and certainly none fired from Cupid’s arrow. Talia was a red-lipped beauty, but sweet nothings were reserved only for the valiant few that caught her interest. Keeping it was another battle entirely. 

Her gaze flickered back to the patron before her. A coy finger crooked and beckoned them forward. Talia was aware of several eyes from the corner turning to gaze upon her. The figure before her swayed as they bent themselves over the bar, with Talia leaning in to cradle their cheek. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” she crooned softly. “No one actually gives a fuck.” She pushed off the bar and watched the cheek turn crimson as her touch retreated. The sweetest smile was offered in her wake as confusion flickered across their features as she slipped out from behind the bar. 

She had thrown a handful of glances towards the corner over the course of the evening. Though that existence was idyllic to many, Talia had chosen against it. She had been born into a privileged position and a life of ease, wealth, and beauty had been offered for the taking. She did not fault her sisters that had little regard for the tedious and tumultuous burden of politics when adoration was easier and much more indulgent. It felt like an empty existence, and why should she seek out the shallows when she lived in the depths? 

The meyr had tried to make a deft exist after a certain set of words had been spoken. The Queen. The first time the nickname had been offered had earned a scathing glare ⁠— one that would cause another to wither under should they not have Hiko’s resolve. Talia offered little more than jaded apathy, but it was a curated thin disguise that hinted to raw power lurking beneath the surface. She was quite capable of eviscerating someone, quite literally or through worded barbs. Few were worth more than the eye rolls they elicited. 

Talia’s path was soon blocked by a familiar face. Annoyance didn’t even betray her sharp features, the only reaction a quirked brow. “Hiko.” It was more fact than a greeting. She tapped her chin in mock thought to his question. “Hm, it would.” Talia took the second after to swiftly flow between the small space between the deity’s body and the wall. She turned, claiming the space he had just held. She would not be cornered into something so easily. “Keep talking, however. I’m all yours as long as I’m not their’s.” Talia resisted the sneer she wanted to offer the flirtations of the patron, choosing instead to see if it was worthy of what Hiko had in store for her, instead.

He could hear the groans and mutters of ire from the people around them. Some of them came from the hosts that accompanied him earlier, them knowing full well that if Hiko were captivated by Talia they would be no match. The other half came from the patrons, ones obviously enamoured with the beauty in front of him scoffing in annoyance at their lost chance. Ha, as if they even had a chance. He may not have cracked the queen yet on who she really is underneath those perfect oceanic hues but, he knows well enough that she doesn’t waste time with trash.

Watching Talia’s movement, ever so swift in graceful in his eyes. He couldn’t help but be entranced for a moment. Hiko himself was only barely human anyway, so the temptations of beauty did come and go at times. Dark hues followed her, amused by the way she had cornered herself for him. It was a bold move he assumes, with the eyes of many watching them and her giving the faux image of a lady trapped by someone like him.

The idea of what chaos he can ensue from this moment right here almost tempted him. But, he would not give in. A hundred years locked in a manor had led to him moulding a strong resolve.

“You hurt me, queen.” He chuckled, moving in closer to block her from the world. He was this close to beauty, this close to looking at a stoic belle whom he was just dying to see the madness that was hidden her under calm waves. Hiko settled one hand against the wall behind her, watching her features intently. Wondering how he should break the ice to her. “You make me sound like past time to get away from the trash.” The blond says in a pseudo pained voice.

“But, I’m glad to have an audience with you.” He says, immediately switching the sulking voice into a cheery tone. One that told of excitement that he knows Talia would at least be familiar with. He has tried to crack her resolve far too many times now for her to somewhat know him. “Word of mouth is, you’re close to packing up for the night right?” He inquired to an answer he already knew. “I was wondering if the queen had time to come join me in a business meeting.” He offered as simple as that. Hiko watched her still, seeing if he could aggravate Talia just a little from withholding all the nitty-gritty fun details of the meeting.

“I think the queen herself would know how much some fins would cost.” He dropped a hint, cocking his head to the side as a smirk appeared on his lips. “I would love to hear your insights on matters like these.”

[cauldroncreations]

lets say, hypothetically, im a cat. a kitty cat. and for the sake of debate, lets say i dance dance dance.

[shxttered-to-shiver-deactivated]

welcoming as ever -

where: nocturnal tavern // who: whoever 

atticus laid across the bar, his body taking up a good half of the top that was used to served the drinks upon. it had been a slow afternoon and would be the same this evening, if it didn’t pick up. he really needed to find himself some bar staff, because at the moment everything was falling on his head and he was really getting sick of being here when no one else was. he would much rather pay someone to do that. “unless you’ve come to drink, maybe suck my cock - fuck off” which was the mature and welcoming way to invite customers into his bar. yet, his mood always had got the better of him. 

[oujihiko]

                                     He was scouting the area both for fun and business. Maitland was a ghost town that hardly anyone ever cared for, so in conclusion, it was the perfect place to store in some cryptids. He looked at the area and found it boring, lacking in life, and most of all a big difference to Sioux Falls.

Oh, the fun he could have in renovating this place into his little own playground.

But Hiko shook off all excitement and ideas, for now. He was here on official business. The first one on his agenda was to visit the ever infamous Nocturnal Tavern. He had done his research, yes, the owner being one with quite a murky past if he should say so himself. He had heard from his pawns the dumpster fire this tavern was and how Hiko thought ‘The tavern is perfect for deals.’

Upon entering the tavern, he was greeted in a way that had already won his heart. “I wouldn’t mind doing all three.” The blond responded with a smile. Hiko was always up for mixing business with pleasure. 

The mask he wore this time only obscured the top of his face, leaving the mouth and eyes in view. He walked into the bar, eyes scanning the rundown area he was in. “This place is a fucking mess.” He commented. Hiko had come face to face with the bartender, looking at him with mischief evident in his eyes. “So, give me the specialty of this shithole.”

[mariesse]

[oujihiko]

marawitch‌:

Hiko samurai aesthetics

[oujihiko]

When: 2:38 a.m. Where: Bacchus Who: Queen and NPC’s @taliawells

                                           The night was waning to give way to the devil’s hour. Hiko had been in the area for an hour and over, watching the trash entertain him with their lives. The dancers were beautiful as usual, something you’d have to expect from the place. The blond had mostly distracted himself with the dramas of drunkards being ushered out due to rowdiness or ethereal hosts charming their way into the patrons hearts. Hiko was one of the patrons, a regular if one must say-- judging from the many men and women laughing at his area as they clung to him like a lifeline. He had been seated at his favorite spot, the one at the corner but only a couple of walks away from the main bar.

“What time is it?” Hiko murmured softly against the ear of one of the girls wrapped around his arm. She giggled at his attention, surely loving it as she took the glass in front of her then, took a sip.

“Leaving already?” She inquired, which was then followed by a number of pleas and whines from the people around him. They did not want him to leave, did not want his presence to only be a lingering warmth in their memories and the couch. He had paid far too much to leave too soon and his company was far too loved by them as well for the hosts to just let him go in a flash.

“We haven’t pleased you yet,” Said one of the males who was seated beside him, basking in the blond’s body heat.

“You’ve only been here for an hour!” An understatement, he’d been here for at least two hours now.

“Don’t leave us yet, please?"

He had to chuckle from their persistence. “I’m not leaving yet, I have other matters to attend to though.” He admitted and their whines had grown into sulks. All of them knew not to interfere with Hiko’s work, he was a busy man with many important businesses in his hands. “Maybe after?” He continued off, watching their heads perk up in joy and their eyes fill with light of enthusiasm. “ I have a meeting and need to speak to the Queen.” Everyone knew who he meant when he said queen. There was only one person in the whole area who he had been satisfied enough to give that nickname to. 

“And right on cue.” Hiko said as he stood up and let his lovers go. “Ciao, I’ll be with you all again later.” He informed them as Hiko had caught sight of Talia leaving her spot. He was not quite sure what her schedule for today was but, all he knew was that she would still be here at three in the morning and that was all the information the blond needed to set his plan into motion.

“My dear, beautiful queen.” The blond jestered, smiling all too mischievously at her. “Would it be awful of me to ask for a piece of your time?” He inquired with words and tone that were too polite than, usual. He blocked her way and view of others so that her focus may remain solely on him. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

[oujihiko]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡

When: 11:59 p.m. Where: The Empyrean Casino Who: Lennox boy and NPC’s @skeletonites​

                                               The sound of laughter and music filled the large rooms of the casino. Chatter were drowned out by cheers yet, there were times it was overpowered by the sound of wins from tables. Hiko had already done his fair share of wins and loses this night. Having gone over to the poker table and winning well over five-hundred thousand dollars only to lose a million at the black jacks game next to it. The flow of money was a yin and yang as usual: coins leaving the pockets of patrons and visitors only to come back later on or never at all. There are some who lose more than, just their wealth and dignity. In the end, the casino takes everything and gives them only but a taste of what they thought they can have. An on-going operation made by yours truly.

It was invigorating, a breath of sheer beautiful havoc that surrounds him here in the casino right now. There were men and women at his side, urging the blond to come over and play with them. He had seen their kind before already. Others wanted to invite him to bed whilst, a handful of them had sought to extract revenge. All dangled themselves on Hiko's arms, wishing to find their own glory with the masked gambler.

He did not mind, on the contrary the blond reveled in the attention. If Dionysus’ way of intoxication were through alcohol and parties, this type of chaos was like ambrosia to Hiko.

Out of the corner of his eye though, someone had caught the blond’s attention. He had seen him in the Church before, the boy like Icarus who just kept on flying and flying higher into the skies.

‘The one who’s wings would melt from the sun.’ Hiko mused internally.

“Lennox,” He had called out the other’s attention, curios as to why he was in the demon’s den that wasn’t even his master’s. “Fancy meeting you here.” He chuckled as he dismissed the group of followers on his tail. Many of them whined at the cut of attention whilst others tsk-ed at the wasted opportunity.

But none would defy him.

All too afraid of what he can do if they did not obey.

“Playing devil’s advocate or the devil himself?” He inquired in amusement. This is the first time Hiko would have seen the boy’s presence in the casino. Hopefully, this would not be a rare occurrence nor will it be the last. “Care to wager some part of your soul for a few luxuries?” He had already known his type, the only question now would be if he had the guts to deal with a god.

[oujihiko]

twinwytches·:

                Ophelia had left her —- perhaps that was dramatic, the other girl had simply found better things to do. Aurelia found herself frowning, eyebrows crinkling at the sting of that thought as her fake nails dug into the palm of her hand. Letting out a hissing sigh, Aurelia moved to unclench her fist before taking a sip of water. It was fine, she didn’t need her sister in order to have a good time.

Taking a quick sip of her water, she pulled out a compact mirror from her purse to check on her makeup. Her foundation was creasing between her eyebrows, just as she had been concerned about. This stress was getting to her, and she absolutely refused something as small as a few hours apart to ruin her appearance. 

Just as she was reaching in her purse for her powder, she heard a familiar voice addressing her. Snapping her compact closed with a loud snap, she turned to look at him with a raised brow and unimpressed expression. “Hiko, darling. If I wanted a piece of jewelry, I’m pretty sure I would already own it.” A tight smile crosses her face before she adds, “But that is really just so sweet – maybe you should find a lost and found?”

Aurelia almost turned to look at her twin before remembering the betrayal and deciding that maybe she could go a different route with this. After all, it’s not like she had anything better to do other than sit here and rack up charges on their father’s credit card. Heaving an overdramatic sigh, she shook her head softly. “Fine, let me see it. I can tell you if it’s actually of value or just nickel.” 

She held out a hand in his direction waiting for him to drop it in her hand. “It’s probably the latter though, though it might be silver-plated I suppose.”

                                “Ria darling,” Hiko mock copies her for fun. The twins were always a delight to be with, sadly today wasn’t twice the fun as usual though. He scooted his chair close her, the feet scraping harshly against the floor that it caused some of the customers to grumble in annoyance.

And of course, Hiko did that on purpose just to annoy people.

“Would I ever give you trash?”  The blond tells her with a smile. He has been known to give luxurious gifts all around but, most of the time there was a catch. Others were cursed, some stolen, and few of them were rare jewelries to die for. It was always either one or more of those categories; some were just unluckier than, others. “Besides, I hate seeing you frown so let this cheer you up.” 

He admitted that Aurelia was far too pretty to be looking like that. The only time she should look like that with Hiko was if he was the cause.

The grin on his lips could have almost been ear to ear like a cheshire cat when Hiko happily plopped the locket to the palm of her hands, just waiting for something to happen. ‘I wasn’t careful with handling it and didn’t get cursed, must be for women instead.’ He had thought instead.

But then again, sometimes curses didn’t work on him out of the blue.

“You hurt this man’s heart with thinking he’d give you something less than, what you’re worth for.” He chortled. The blond would have to admit that although the locket looked like an antique, that was about it. If it were an heirloom of the sort, sure it would be expensive. But, the locket seems to be perfect only on certain occasions and events, not for all of your formal engagements.

His eyes kept watch of the locket and to Aurelia’s expressions, wondering what kind of effects this one will have. “So? How do you like it so far?” He inquired, letting his arm rest on their table and chin on his palm. “Is it really uninteresting?” 

[badgazedits]

[awaywardthio-deactivated2020021]

Contractor at Work

When: Saturday; 11:34 p.m.

Where: Suburbia Living Deadwood, South Dakota

With: OPEN TO ANYONE IN DEADWOOD 

The night was frigid, as were the others, but tonight there was a certain heaviness that Thiago felt on his chest that made the loneliness somewhat worse. He walked through the streets of Deadwood, his beloved city, his steps heavy as if his thoughts weighed his whole body down harder than gravity. Thiago wanted desperately to go back to his covers. His eyes itched, his balance teetering, and his neck was drumming with pain that it made his head swoon. Thiago knew it wasn’t the pain of the natural kind. It was something he experienced every day. It came slowly throughout the morning, slammed down upon him during the night–that sometimes he would pass out–and it would dwindle as the sun peaked over the horizon and Thiago started the whole cycle again. It never left him alone; the pain hid between his bone, gnawed on his muscles, and made him bruise easily. He looked up and sighed into the air. He would release the pain later; rub his ointments and herbs till his skin dried and smelled like a garden. Till then, he pushed his feet to rise and fall one in front of the other, settling his mind to the task of hand. “Gleaning.”

Thiago turned the corner facing Suburbia Living; rows upon rows of houses lining the streets illuminated by isolated lamps and porches. Thiago could hear the noise of families, humming behind their walls and gated by fences that reached Thiago’s mid-torso. It took him a moment to realize that the houses he passed ceased their buzz to dead silence, his footsteps left in its wake were diminished lights and staring eyes. It made his presence even more ominous and Thiago hated it. His fashion sense made it even worse; his suit was still fixed and clear–colored more black than white–his red tie bright and his fedora fit lopsided on his head. Goddard had called him an Italian mobster–at a party, a long distant Wayward aunt had hosted in a rented private villa–and at the moment, Thiago felt as if he was. He was collecting a debt after all. Thiago walked down the middle, peering left and right at the numbers, counting and recalling.

Twenty-seven. Thirty-two. Twenty-nine. Thirty-six. There it was. Not so lucky lot thirty-six. Thiago halted, facing the front gate and jostled it. Locked. He had some hope that to would be open, inviting. But, like most people, Lesley Smith seemed to think she could define her faith and avoid as long as she could. He held his hand in front of him and felt. Thiago’s eyes wandered around, seeing the tiniest slivers of a barrier’s translucent dome. Weak, he thought as he flicked his wrist, crossed his index and middle finger and bent his hand downwards. “Nunc aperire.” Thiago whispered into the air.   The barrier imploded as the sound of shattering glass and the hush of smoke rising and dispersing into the air gave Thiago the permission he needed to waltz in, look for more defenses, and come upon the door.  He collected the back of his coat in his hands, then using his other hand, produced a notebook. He let go of his coat and flipped through the pages, line filled with his thin, clean writing. He landed on an almost complete page and nodded. It was enough. He brandished a pen from his pocket, clicking the end then used it as a bookmark. He tucked the notebook under his armpit and brandished a small sheathed knife from within his coat. He adjusted his grip and straightened himself, inhaling deeply through the nose before stepping forward. He raised his hand to knock on the door. He was doing his job, but he decided to do it politely.

[oujihiko]

Sight-seeing and causing mischief was one of his favorite past-times. The blond was far too old already to be crashing into random houses but, then again who was there to stop him and tell him no. Absolutely no one, that’s who.

This was the... Fifth... Sixth... Nah, probably the tenth house he’d ransacked in this night. The blond wasn’t really stealing anything; he just wanted to make a mess out of everything then, get everyone in the neighborhood riled up in the morning. Hiko let out a small chortle at the image of this town waking up and screaming bloody murder, probably accusing one another for the crime.

“Ah, this one looks nice.” The blond whispered to himself, eyeing the golden watch that looked far too luxurious to be kept in this middle class home. 

He eyed the item, checking to see if it was real or not. ‘I could definitely put this in another house and just post pictures on the internet for the owner to find.’ He devised his plan. The blond had done those pranks numerous times already--

The sudden sound of the house’s barrier being disarmed caught his ear. Hiko looked all around him, wondering if the owner got home or it was something else all together.

Hush steps fell on the floor of the house, the sound of silent breathing, and careful flipping of pages could be heard. ‘Doesn’t sound like the owner.’ Hiko deduced that quickly, since it was pretty obvious from the shattering barrier that this was someone else.

“Come in!” Hiko answered to the knock.

He stayed in his placed, crouched down at the floor. He was facing the bedroom table where he found the secret compartment for the gold watch. The curiosity got the better of Hiko, wondering who this intruder is--definitely not a burglar. 

The room was a mess and Hiko obviously looked more like a burglar than, this newcomer. If this was a set-up for a hit then, this day definitely just got better for him. Not for the hitman that is, the owner of the house was sadly not around from what Hiko could tell.

[oujihiko]

Wʜᴇɴ: 2:34 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: ꜱʜᴇʙᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ Wʜᴏ: ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ!

                                        𝓗e had grown bored of the casino. Rare, but it happens to the blond from time to time. The usual chaos and malice would sometimes get repetitive, so Hiko was forced to find inspiration else where. He had already ventured off to Rapid City earlier, ransacking different houses and rooms. The mischief of just randomly flipping tables and making a mess out of areas was a good past time.

The blond didn’t steal anything, none of the houses held anything valuable enough to interest him.

Except for one.

He had forgotten already which house this locket came from. But, the moment he had rummaged through the room, he felt something about it. ‘Is it cursed?’ was the idea that struck him ‘Maybe it’s a good luck charm or something.’ another thought came to him. Hiko would definitely prefer the latter, it had been a while since he’d been cursed good.

‘If it’s cursed, that’ll be a good way to get the head going again.’ The blond mused.

And now, here he was at Sheba’s Palace. Hiko had ordered green tea to help calm him down. Sometimes, the excitement gets to him and the blond would be left in a high of his emotions. He examined the locket in his hands, taking in every intricate detail and carvings on it. He hadn’t opened the item yet, far too concerned with uncovering what magic was etched upon the pretty little thing.

And then, an interesting opportunity presented itself to him

“Hey, you wanna have this instead?” He inquired to the customer sitting at the table next to him. Hiko held the item by the string with his fingers, showing the pretty object to the stranger. “I found it by accident and don’t know what to do with it.” He lied, pushing the locket closer to them.

‘Please be a curse, please be a curse.’ The words danced in his head over and over again. He could already feel his adrenaline rush coming back from sheer zest.

[oujihiko]

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡

His real name is unknown, only members of their clan know each other’s names.

Back in Japan, the right people knew him as Shihiko. But, once he moved to America with the knowledge that he was the crown prince. Hiko decided to get another alias. Another person took his name and he was now known as Hiko the simple gambler from Japan. 

Every descendant of Amanosaku was not born with a “normal” face. People(even the normal ones) often had to question what on earth their family was. The Amano’s are well-known for their hideous/ugly features. 

Nobody has ever seen him without his mask on. In reality, Hiko has a complex about his face. Him and his cousin are the only ones in the family that have normal or almost good-looking faces. 

The normal face backfired with Hiko feeling as though he did not belong in the family (no matter how much he was congratulated for his face). He decided to start hiding his face in hopes to better connect with his roots.

𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔩

He gets along with people from his church in a sense that he orders you around a lot. He’s good at taking care of his members/followers that listen to him. Hiko hates people that disobey him.

Yes, he looks down on everyone. Excluding his family or deity descendants.

You won’t notice he looks down on you because he jokes around with everyone. That is, if they can get past his chattiness and the weird topics he talks about.

He has 3 categories for people: Nice (peeps like him), bearable (mostly church members, follower, and very few friends), and trash (everyone else).

His mother was a resident of of Deadwood before, born and raised in the area before she decided to move to Japan. Everyone knows of the great wytch Kurumizawa Ume. Nobody just thought she would come back as the mother of a crown prince.

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

People who give him Kitkat move from trash to bearable

If you make fun of his mask/noseband he likes you

The official public reason for his noseband/mask is that he has a horrible scar, the non-official and joking reason is that he’s a shy wallflower

Due to the fact that he was home-schooled and protected up until college years, his social skills aren’t good. In formal/business events, if you’re not too weirded out by his face mask he’s a very normal albeit quite chivalrous man. In normal circumstances, he’s too weird to talk to.

The general public knowledge of Hiko is that he is the son of a wealthy man. Nobody knows who but, he had to be since he was living at the Spades Manor in Dewberry, Dell Rapids.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔯 ℌ𝔦𝔎𝔬

He came out of the blue. The one person who changed the entire gambling rank in the town. Nobody really knows how good he is as they’ve seen him lose on purpose for fun.

Hiko became the number 1 gambler in the town for one time only. That was the day the original owner of the Casino died and it was given to the “heir” Shihiko. 

His favorite gambling game is Spite & Malice for western, the other is Mahjong.

He was dubbed as “The Masked Gambler” by the patrons. Nobody has ever thought of him as the owner of the casino.

There are times when he doesn’t leave the casino for a week straight, at those times the casino will receive a large influx of cash.

He has been known to beat patrons up when they’re caught cheating in a painfully obvious way. Especially if they were playing against him.

He thinks highly of people who can cheat in the casino without being caught. 

[oujihiko]

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“Ugh, you’re like the fucking martyr of all mafia leaders.” He replies back to her, not even putting an effort in covering up the disgust in his voice. Shihiko rested his legs on top of the coffee table of the room, slouched lazily on the couch.They were discussing about a recent traitor, something that nobody was really fond of unless said traitor was working for you. “But, you’re the boss and your word is law. So, my hands are tied.” He admitted anyways whilst raising both hands up in a mock action of surrender.

As much as the blond hated the goody-little-two-shoed personality of Jaein, he had to hand it to her that she knows how to run a gang pretty smoothly. If it wasn’t for her excellent leadership skills, Shihiko would’ve had half the mind to over-throw her already. “For all I know, you just hate executions.” He waved his hand off dismissively.

“But, the problem is still at large. We can’t let him go or else he’ll spill. And I would obviously refuse to pay even a cent to keep his mouth shut.” He sufficed to the other. “What I would suggest is, that not even you would probably disagree is: me roughing him up a bit you know?” He offers the solution to her, a mischievous smile evident on his lips.

“I’ll even spare you the beautiful unsavory details. Just give me the go signal, I’ll have a couple of my guys get him and we’re off to a little underground wonderland and bam, he’s out of our hair for good.” Shihiko tells her simply as though he was just planning a boys night out with someone. “And I’ll make sure that little mouth of his will be closed for good.”

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[oujihiko]

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