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writer &. blog: zofi. 28+. they + them. original fandomless multi - muse. medium to low activity. none of my muses will have a full - length bio. if you want to know more / are interested in some more details feel free to ask. i won't be using icons all the time in threads but feel free to use it if you want !
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Kisumi waited at the moment seemed to drag on. Hitoshi seemed to be taking inventory of him, or some sort of assessment. What kind? Not a clue. Kisumi could have guessed he was thinking of killing him 10 different ways, looking at his weak points. Or he could have been wondering if he looked good in a dress. Hitoshi was impossible to read. Those sorts of men made him uneasy. Usually he was good at picking up cues but Hitoshi was too silky smooth. So practiced.
It would take a hell of a lot more time together to begin to dissect that and Kisumi wasn’t particularly sure if he would survive that endeavor. 
Was he asking if he was being productive? A jab? Ugh. Kisumi just nodded as he tucked his short curls behind his ear, his earrings glinted with the light shift. “Yeah, I like to make sure my fingers stay on the pulse. You can’t anticipate things you’re not aware of.” He stated simply. That and his Uncle had him stressed beyond belief over this stupid partnership. He feared he couldn’t endure another failure.
“Lucky for you, that’s what we’re here for. In this state it does feel rather abstract. Visually it’s sometimes difficult to picture when components are missing and the space is yet to be built out.” He agreed explaining a bit of the process although it might not interest Hitoshi. “Ah.” The Foyer. Gaudy. Kisumi had to take a blow to his ego there. He thought it had been a perfect way to capture the attention of guests coming to stay. The foyer was your first impression and you might go in with a bang! But clearly his calculations were incorrect.
Oof. Wrong move again. He figured Hitoshi might have been here for a particular reason that he could help navigate. He didn’t think he was inviting himself to become an errand boy. And he sure as fuck wasn’t about to refuse, he wasn’t that dimwitted. As Hitoshi began walking ahead Kisumi made quick movement to follow before his long legs caught up with the other. This was a man that was used to calling the shots, everyone else followed in tow. “Of course..” he replied to being on Hitoshi clock now. “I’ll do whatever is in my means.” Hopefully he could respectfully bow out or an emergency could draw him away.
He was so close on being done for today…
His heels clicked, echoing in the empty hallways, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the large room. Kisumi was curious what Hitoshi was going to complain about.
there was arrogance. pride. confidence. the way kisumi explained the probable reason and expectations of an unfinished interior lingered upon the confident edge. of knowing exactly what his job was and executing it without delay. good. arrogance was something hitoshi wasn't impressed by. fragile ego's displayed arrogance. thinking you were above another reeked of arrogance. strength wasn't arrogance and those thinking that were but feeble-brained and spineless litter. his right hand often mentioned how cut-throat hitoshi could be in his assessment of people. unfair at times. but hitoshi didn't have time for games, to unravel the wool spun before one's eyes. show him who you are or don't. but never waste time.
kisumi, at present, wasn't wasting any of his. and whether that was out of fear, respect, disgust or annoyance hitoshi didn't particularly care. you didn't need to like each other to do business. simple understanding of the roles played was enough. and whether he would come to know kisumi more intimately, or would even desire to know him outside of this arrangement hinged solely on the fact of the success of the creation of his hotel. tedious. dangerous.
" lucky we have ya 'ere then. for all the pretty little details and making sure i am happy with the end result. makes me wonder though, ya uncle put you up to this personally or is this just yer role in the family ? " the question lingers in the air as they descend the stairs and reach the foyer. whether he truly wanted an answer to that question or not something kept between lips.
" as for the lobby ... " an almost dismissive wave of his hand before gesturing towards the alcove where the reception would be. " it's too sharp. like all those modern, too classy, ridiculous hotels that promise decadence and opulence. that's not my vision and never will be. " voice remains even, a single brow raised in question and perhaps some form of bored annoyance. " the notes f'r the design that my liason gave yer uncle. do ya have it wit' ya ? did ya ever saw it ? "
There was no rest for the weary or just none for him ever. Kisumi happened to be in the neighborhood collecting rent from another property when he figured he would stop by and check on the progress of the interior of the hotel property. This particular job was important after all, this was to help secure relations with the Ito-gumi clan. That would offer them a great deal of protection, continued revenue, possibly even more for future business opportunities and investments.
He felt the pressure from his Uncle to ensure things would run smoothly for their operation. Somehow even if it didn’t involve him, anything that went south would be blamed on his head. Currently he was angrily texting away, sending emails to vendors since the coloring of the marble that was sent wasn’t correct and the carpenter needed to fix some crown molding. glancing up he hadn’t expected to see the man himself ahead of him.
Hitoshi.
He hesitated since he was in the middle of typing a word out as it looked like he was processing what had been said. The man was always a bit intimidating, acting too suave like he was 4 steps ahead. “Oh, yes, I don’t want to disappoint. I was just stopping by to check on progress. How are you liking how things are shaping up with the hotel?” He asked, slipping quickly into his professional tone, his back a bit straighter trying to stamp out this email as quickly as possible to devote his attention to the client.
Well he was certainly more than a client. He was a partner, definitely a member of much higher rank. They weren’t equals, even being heir he didn’t have influence like Hitoshi had. “Can I help you with anything?” He needed to impress, keep a good impression… yet he couldn’t become a doormat either. A tricky bit of a balance act.
a soft grunt was given in response. shigino kisumi. the one katsumi pushed forward, a name mentioned when the man met with hitoshi over the possibility of a partnership, of working together in some kind of capacity. if there was an opening in the market why not try. however, it was always tricky to do business with one like hitoshi and not necessarily because he was difficult. far from it. he liked to keep things on a tight leash. new partnerships ? not a particular fan. liked the same old, the known, the ones he knew he could trust and shigino katsumi ? there were many names he could refer to him as and all of them were of the rodent variety ( for a lack of inspiration ). reason ? gut feeling. and nothing more than that. but hitoshi liked testing people, especially those that wished to prosper on his territory. taste the wealth that could be found within the entertainment district.
and so tired gaze sweeps across the 'manager's' form. young. determined to impress. to carry out that shigino pride that was seeping from his uncle. was this to be the heir ? running around doing labor meant for those below his rank ? perhaps this was simply how the shigino's operated. vastly different from the tight, rigid ranks of the yakuza. heavy footsteps indicate his departure and onwards towards kisumi, eventually coming to a stop right before him, almost looming. shadow stretching across the shorter man, stealing away his light. " you're very on top it, eh ? " brows furrow, deeper than before. a scowl always present upon his face ( 'smile a little' something he heard all too often ). hands are pushed into pockets, head tilting slightly to the side; the movement affects the sway of wavy dark locks, shifting across cheekbone and partially hiding the inquisitive look within dark brown eye.
" it looks good t' me. but i aint an interior designer so what's it mean anyway. " a shrug, not to disregard the hard work of the other but merely blunt honesty shared with one he did not consider lesser than him. yet. " i know i gave some options for color and furniture. way i want it t' look. how it's suppos'd t' feel. can't say much about that yet. it's still in the beginnin' phases ... though i can't say i like the look of the foyer. it's too gaudy f'r my taste. let's revisit that later. "
the question has him stop in his tracks, thoughts momentarily coming to a halt. can i help you with anything. very admirable. very submissive. smart. a soft scuff, large hand is removed from pocket to sweep through hair, messing up whichever laid - back style he was going for. the crease between brows deepens, eyes squinting and in doing so make the presence of crows feet more prominent. " if ya ask a question like that i could give a hundred answers, shigino. too open ended. " with a click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth does hitoshi walk passed him, doesn't ask if kisumi walks along, he expects he will. " let's go back to the foyer, lemme show ya somethin' and ya can tell me if i aint right. your time is mine for a while anyway. " he doesn't stop walking, making his way back to the foyer.
he wasn't expecting for kisumi ( @kisumitenderly ) to be present at the, for now, still nameless hotel. most of the construction outside was done. the interior was coming along nicely and it was for that purpose that hitoshi made his journey towards his newest business venture. just to have a quick look. there wasn't work scheduled for today and yet ... the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the halls.
" not even a free day f'r the manager ? " gruff voice tumbles forth and accompanied with the idle way he scratched his beard it was evident that the yakuza - head wasn't bothered with the sudden intrusion. perhaps a bit bored. but that was par the course.
important: several members of the cast are connected with one another in some way, shape or form. it's kept deliberately vague in their info blurbs. however, during plotting / writing this will come up.
name: david hawthorne. age: 55. gender + pronouns: cis man + he / his. species: human. hair: white blond. eye: dark green. height: 194cm / 6'4". orientation: bisexual(-romantic). occupation: owner of hawthorne inc., ex - f1 driver.
snippets from the journal: legend. king of the track. confident, arrogant, wild but always had the skills the back it up. david is rightfully coined one of the best f1 - drivers of all time. raised in a family of f1 drivers and a family owned team there wasn't a single doubt that he wouldn't follow into his father and grandfather's footsteps. while his time of driving on the tracks has come to an end he now manages one of the current top teams in formula 1 ( hawthorne inc. ). smooth tongue, bright eyes always filled with some kind of mischied and ready to charm his way through anything. yet underneath that southern drawl and easy - going attitude rests a hungry man. one not ready to give up any of his splendor nor the weight his name carries. his drivers but extensions of his will, his son molded into his vision. indeed, david hawthorne is a scorpion ready to strike.
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name: mikael ehrling. age: 39. gender + pronouns: non - binary + they / he. species: human. hair: pale blond. eye: milky - grey. height: 195cm / 6'5". orientation: demisexual(-romantic). occupation: ceo of a luxury emporium.
snippets of the journal: from rags to riches. from selling self - made jewelry on the streets to owning a luxury emporium and have its flag store housed on the most expensive street in paris. mikael is hardened by the world and its tendency to favor names and bloodlines. while moving in luxury, in opulence and wealth so grand he doesn't know what to do with, the poison underneath his tongue remains. antidote ever only offered to their younger sibling, matias, but the rest of the world is only given a mask meant to deceive. if there is gentleness in his heart then it's hidden too well for thorns and ice greet the world day in and out. he remains a coveted enigma. sought out by many admirers and leeches it's a fact that the tabloids can't get enough of him and neither can his almost cult-like following. wanting to have this ice prince melt for them, be the exception, be swept away by him. to become the recipient of his dazzling smile but mikael denies them all. none can reach him there in the skies.
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name: andreas castillo. age: 40. gender + pronouns: agender + he / they / it. species: devil. hair: dark brown. eye: russet brown. height: 190cm / 6'3". orientation: pansexual demi(pan)romantic. occupation: entertainment &. media mogul. pulls the strings in the seedy underworld of the entertainment and leisure industry. owns various agencies, networks and publishing companies.
snippets from the journal: king of the entertainment industry. everything he touches becomes gold, whether object or person ... then again what's the difference ? his hand the one that can pick out gold from trash, an idol in the making or a diva meant to crush and burn. a top 10 hit or a failure never to be remembered. he knows, can tell and use it to his own advantage. with a star record label, a top three entertainment company, a renowned modeling agency and a multibillion streaming company under his name one can't escape the name 'andreas castillo'. the biggest networks are in his pockets, his publishing company reigns the media and literary world. numerous editorials, shoots, runways, interviews and even a documentary. the public loves them but they don't know that he's the one that runs the dark, seedy underworld of the entertainment business. his very own kingdom, filled with glitz, glamour and human sacrifice.
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name: xiyang lin. age: 47. gender + pronouns: cis man + he / his. species: human. hair: black, salt &. pepper effect. eye: light brown. height: 196cm / 6'5". orientation: pansexual demi(pan)romantic. occupation: owns a chain of hotels &. casino's, including the 'unofficial seven star' hotel 'the pavilion'.
snippets from the journal: xiyang is well versed in the art of persuasion, observation and understanding. he knows what to say, when to give a little push and when to claim the biggest prize. the purveyor of fortune and misfortune. lures people into his den that's ruled by fate alone ( he the writer of the script ). those that enter his world are but puppets for his unnerving interest into the human psyche and their addiction to any chance of importance. humanity's greed to want what other's have, to simply just want and climb those gilded stairs. it remains an interesting tale to him. a penchant for cruelty he has because to enter the exclusive world he created within the pavilion hotel &. casino one must be willing to play his game. willing to dip their hands into blood. it's a good thing the elite are all vultures. xiyang merely has to lift the curtains and they'll devour themselves for his pleasure.
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name: nasrin khavari. age: 37. gender + pronouns: cis woman + she / her. species: human. hair: chestnut brown. eye: hazel brown. height: 180cm / 5'11". orientation: pansexual(-romantic). occupation: (political and criminal ) fixer.
snippets from the journal: when anyone who's anyone wants a problem solved they call for nasrin. politicians, celebs, criminals ... her clientele is vast, powerful and has the deep pockets needed for her high - end services. the law works for her and bends for her in equal measure. quickwitted, sharp, ruthless and calm, nasrin doesn't cower before the elite because in the end it's her power they need. whether it's mediating between ( criminal ) disputes, disposing of evidence, arranging scapegoats, preparing official documents, connecting two parties together- it doesn't matter, she gets the job done. swiftly and without error. her own past is shrouded in mystery. records wiped clean. if she has something to hide then she made sure none can find out.
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name: miki sato. stage name: minnie ✰. age: 26. gender + pronouns: bigender + she / he. species: human, soul - sold. hair: pink. eye: pastel pink. height: 158cm / 5'2". orientation: greysexual demiromantic. occupation: artist, signed to orchid entertainment. hidden occupation: runs a faceless onlyfans account.
snippets from the journal: former child star fell from grace. found solace within substances, seedy night clubs and the beds of older men. anything to feel a semblance of the fame she once possessed. her small company depended on her alone, her management pushed her into boardrooms in exchange for radio time. anything to get back the money they invested in her. it was all for naught. company bankrupt and miki fell into obscurity. until her saving grace offered her a deal she could not refuse. what is a soul when she can dazzle on the billboards? what is a soul when her songs are played constantly ? what is a soul when brand deals are overflowing and scripts for guest appearances in hit tv-shows enter her mail ? it's worth it. miki wants fame. he doesn't need to be himself, be true to himself, not lose himself into the hungry maw of the entertainment industry. no. he wants to be a star. he is a star. his soul means nothing compared to that.
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name: hitoshi ito. age: 43. gender + pronouns: cis man + he / his. species: human. hair: black, greying here and there. eye: brown. height: 191cm / 6'3". orientation: pansexual(-romantic). occupation: kumicho of the ito-gumi. owns various ventures within the entertainment and red light district ( host clubs, brothels, love hotels ). his main property is an underground fight club / ring &. gambling hall.
snippets of the journal: the entertainment / red light district is his domain. every business venture, every event, every single happening- none of it happens without his say so. an odd amalgamation of moral justice and disappointment within the state of the world makes up who hitoshi is. a dog eats dog kind of world ( kind of person ). steadfast, ambitious yet grounded he's the face of the bustling district and the one that those that occupy a different side of society come to when they need help. any kind of help. hitoshi is of the opinion that it's better to bet on lives inside a cage than take lives outside. it's also the best way to feel alive. therefore his fists are never void of scars &. bruises and his throat never wants for alcohol. both provided in equal measure. he's both guardian and jailor and it's never easy to figure out which one stands before you when you find yourself in one of his establishments.
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name: unknown. fake name: dmitry kaminski. codename: ghost. age: 35. gender + pronouns: non - binary + they / them, masc presenting. species: metahuman. hair: dual - toned, white with black highlights &. underlights. eye: dark grey with red pupils. height: 189cm / 6'2". orientation: no preference. public occupation: bassist of the band 'witchin' hour'. criminal occupation: assassin / spy, part of phantom.
snippet from the journals: calm, steadfast, silent. ghost is someone who ever only speaks when they feel it's necessary, who only ever moves if it’s according to their plan, movements always calculated. they come across intimidating, cold, a brick wall unwilling to move or adjust for anyone. upon their shoulders they carry the weight of years of horrors &. deep rooted trauma, many of which has woven itself into their very bones. yet those same shoulders are offered to wraith and spectre to cry on if they ever needed it, for ghost is the shield that will protect them even it means they'll break down under all that pressure, only ever emotional when it comes to their two partners. to ghost the world is bleak, the world is cold, the world is everlasting despair. they don't believe in the concept of hope, of forgiveness, of being tenderhearted. the world has shown them enough times it doesn’t deserve it ( and they don't deserve the world ).
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name: unknown. fake name: nikita volkov. codename: wraith. age: 31. gender + pronouns: transfemme non-binary + any pronouns. species: metahuman. hair: rose pink. eye: peach - pink. height: 178cm / 5'10". orientation: pansexual(-romantic). public occupation: lead guitarist and singer of the band 'witchin' hour'. criminal occupation: assassin / spy, part of phantom.
snippets from the journal: wearer of many masks, of many names, of many lives. wraith comes across as very laid - back, excitable, exuberant and radiates a kind of warm energy not many possess. yet it’s a blanket they've covered over themselves to hide the nothingness that truly resides within them. a tendency for sarcasm, of instigating fights, of being a menace &. a brat, wraith shows what he thinks is needed to claim an identity as his own. he wants, and wants but is never close enough to get it. whomever wraith was before 'the happening' is a fading memory and who she is now is but an amalgamation of everyone & everything they stole. though as long as spectre and ghost continue to see him, call him by his name, wraith will never fall back into the nothingness. she’ll make sure of it, she simply has to.
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name: unknown. fake name: valentin dobrovic. codename: spectre. age: 36. gender + pronouns: agender + he / it. species: metahuman. hair: black. eye: black. height: 193cm / 6'4". orientation: no label. public occupation: drummer of the band 'witchin' hour'. criminal occupation: assassin / spy, part of phantom.
snippets from the journal: charming, alluring, positively seductive. spectre is what fantasies are made of or so he presents himself. he has an easy way of moving in the world, of wrapping people around his finger, of being whatever it is someone desires ( he is what they desire ). a lover of playing games, tricks, manipulating people and wearing them down until nothing remains. rotten and rotten to the core he is but his smile is pretty so does it really matter ? honey and salt dance upon his tongue in equal measure, death and blood have made permanent residence upon fingertips, is there anything he truly desires ? perhaps it’s for ghost and wraith to simply live and make their place in the world. he knows he doesn’t belong, a charming prince turned villain by the tolling of the bell. a horror story in the making.
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name: elisey romanov. age: 29. gender + pronouns: cis man + he / his. species: human. hair: dyed white. eye: light green. height: 184cm / 6'0". orientation: pansexual(-romantic). occupation: model, actor, entrepreneur.
snippets from the journal: a veteran within the world of entertainment and leisure. in the spotlights since he was but a baby and remained within its burning glow ever since. never a scandal ( always artfully twisted it into a moment that showcased his prowess ), never a flop, never caught crossing any lines. elisey is what the directors love, the talent agencies desperately try to recreate and the public never tires of loving. relatable, carries a certain unattainable grace, he knows this cruel world inside out. whether what he shows is his true personality or but a persona for his work no one really knows. no one can figure it out ( he's truly the blue print ). amidst it all he skillfully avoids the traps laid by the kingpin of the entertainment industry, and as such a complicated relationship exists between them. but elisey is not ready to sign away his will and soul, even if the shadows are slowly encircling his light.
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name: yuta kitagawa. goes exclusively by: kita ( as escort ). age: 27. gender + pronouns: transmasc non - binary + he / they. species: human. hair: dyed mauve grey. eye: mauve. height: 175cm/5'9". orientation: pansexual(-romantic). occupation: escort.
snippets from the journal: once an idol. performing is woven within his bones, even now, when the glitz and glamour of the idol industry has long faded away; replaced by one of powerful ceo's, politicians, a-listers. not everyone can stay a household name, not when scandal has reached all the corners of the industry. forced to take a step back with the promise of returning back and better. oh the lies ! he's back yes, but not as the rising star he once was. being arm candy, warming the beds of people who bathe in money, pretending to be interested. it's their life now. at least it pays good. the fact they have to see their former group - member reclaiming her heights a bitter pill he refuses to swallow. whatever contract she signed, perhaps he should too. the devil is in the details after all.
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name: reiji takahashi. age: 35. gender + pronouns: cis man + he / his. species: human. hair: black, sand blond underlights. eye: gold - brown. height: 189cm/6'2". orientation: no label. occupation: baker / florist ( owns a quaint flower shop with an adjacent cafe ). criminal occupation: enforcer for the ito-gumi.
snippets from the journal: living a double life. one rooted in gentle care and the other filled with bloodlust. reiji is both and views it as simply as a necessary evil. he has no interest in climbing the ranks, content with merely hunting and retrieving whomever the syndicate deems guilty. and when that's done ... calmly returning to the sanctuary of his little shop &. cafe. there is a kind of beauty within it. replacing daggers for a butter knife. bandages for kitchen towels. poison for soil. he'll come when called for but if not he will not leave his little garden of eden. surrounded by fleeting beauty but everlasting warmth. one day he might not return but that's a given. long ago sealed in blood.
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