#katsuni !

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katsuni but even older (aka anatomy practice)

warning this is a shirtless man so

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Mi Vida Loca

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Voice claims for 4 of my OCs 😼😼 (more to come)

In order;

Katsuni (Original OC) (Japanese voice)

Usotsuki (Original OC) (Japanese voice)

Veton Verso (JJBA OC) (German voice)

Franz Kafka (BSD OC) (Japanese voice)

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Katsuni had only met the gifted pair of doctors once, almost two years ago. Not that he could remember anyways.

It was a rare moment of downtime for the medical soldiers during war time, a thick layer of snow coated the outdoors, glimmering like gems.

When katsuni entered the medical tent for inspection he found something he didnt expect, his two best healers, out cold in eachothers arms.

The larger of the two, his nickname matchstick, had scruffy blonde hair and pale skin, his face covered in stubble- he couldnt have been older than 25

The shorter of the two- who was currently asleep on matchsticks chest was roadkill, an almond skinned man with curly brown hair and mole/freckle covered skin. His face was clean shaven and he looked dead- although he was a bulky looking man he was clearly sickly and sleep deprived.

Katsuni stood frozen in the doorway, hands sitting idly at his sides as he awkwardly stared at the two. Momentarily, he wondered if enemy troops had knocked them out, but he quickly shook the thought away from his head; they would have caused more of a ruckus and most likely done more than just knock them out. There was no mercy or respect in the trenches of sinners.

Cautiously, the young man approached, his visible eye looking for any traps set on the ground. Finding none, he crouched down next to the two and placed his fingers under their nostrils, wanting to check if they were still breathing.

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katsuni was concerned, his soldiers who went to find shortcuts through the woods were disappearing rapidly. Rumors went around the camps that it was the opposing soldiers who were behind the murders.

Katsuni took it into his hands to enter the woods.

Katsuni's footsteps were quiet- but not any less heavy- as he ventured through the mysterious woods. He was weary and no doubt suspicious, but with the gun in his hand and the tourniquet around his arm, he felt just an ounce safer.

They'd always liked the woods for as long as he could remember. War had changed his perception of the nature around him, however; tall trees grew bothersome instead of alluring, grass from calming to scary. With enemies hiding behind said trees and covering their landmines with the tall grass, it just became another warzone.

Snapping out of his daze once he'd heard a crack, Katsuni's head snapped downwards. ...Just a twig. He let out a quiet breath.

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Its not everyday you come across the man in a bird mask, but for katsuni today was just one of those days.

The bird mask man was like a Cryptid, the first to come across him was a drunk pedophile who was beaten half to death by him- The first to photograph him became a very paranoid person soon after.

He wasnt as scary as he sounded, he was just sitting by the little pond in the park- throwing frozen peas to the ducks.

((FROZEN PEAS??? ARE THOSE APPROPRIATE FOR DUCKS... OR DO NORMAL PEAS WORK TOO))

Katsuni had been stumbling about, searching for any kind of solitude in nature, away from the concrete prison of a city he lived in and away from the many wars he partook in. War, to him, did not have winners; merely survivors.

He was particularly shaky and nervous today, although he wasn't very sure why. Despite his mind forgetting what caused this fear, his body seemed to remember on his behalf. Once his gaze fell on the strange person near the pond, short conversation seemed like the best option to calm his nerves.

He approached slowly, footsteps silent despite his heavy, mismatched boots. He sat down near the pond as well, although at a further distance for personal space.

"...The pond's nice, isn't it?"

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who is Katsuni, your oc dearest Keej!!!!! <- fascinated with religious/military characters

LETS FUCKING GO SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

After the original God of War had fallen into a deep slumber, her worshippers grew resentful without her guidance. Eventually they began starting wars to try and awaken her (as a 'ritual' of sorts), stripping away forests and killing innocents in the crossfire.

The God of Time, Akeno, was assigned by Uchū to find a new replacement for the God of War. When he came to Earth, he found Katsuni, left all alone after being coerced by his brother into killing their (abusive) parents. Believing he could give the boy a 'family' and a good job, he gave him his position as the God of War.

Usotsuki, his brother, was given the position of God of Peace. But this isn't about him right now

Katsuni was thrust into battle, his beautiful eyes matching the old God of War's and causing people to believe he was more gifted than he seemed. Although practically a child, he rose up the ranks and eventually became a war general.

All of the stress and violence wasn't good for him, though (obviously). Katsuni now suffers with memory loss and possible PTSD throughout the many centuries he lived through. He's completely forgotten his brother's blurry face (especially considering said brother hides on Earth).

Paired with the responsibility of having to answer his new worshippers, he's under lots of pressure, despite seeming apathetic about it at first.

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Spark hummed, throwing a handful of peas to the ducks. His form much more relaxed, more animalistic than what katsuni was used too.

He was wearing his usual white knitted sweater, eith a baby blue shirt and black pants. His bird mask in the grass between them.

"Whats the matter dear? You look... sick"

Spark asked, looking over to katsuni- tail curling against his leg and ears turned towards the boy.

(KATSUNI)

Katsuni, momentarily, did not respond. The boy had a habit of doing so. Just... staring into the abyss, sometimes opening and closing his fist around the air as if he wanted to hold something.

Slowly, he blinked, remembering to appreciate the silence of the forest while he was still here. He turned to the other, almost asking him what he said before registering his question.

"Oh, um..." Katsuni blinked rapidly, trying to formulate an answer. "No."

...it seemed he heard "are you sick?" instead of the original question. His knees were brought up to his chest and he rested his head on them.