RYUSAKI, siva

[siva]

SIVA RYUSAKI
the dream is still just a dream !

NICKNAMES: sii/sii-tan (no, he does not appreciate either one)
GENDER: male
ANIMAL: black leopard
SEXUALITY: ..bi-curious? he likes to think he’s heterosexual.
AGE: seventeen
GRADE: junior
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

LIKES:

★ languages
★ shiny things
★ pointy objects
★ alcohol
★ night time
★ gourmet food
★ knowing useless things
★ gambling
★ black and red

DISLIKES:

★ ladders
★ stairs
★ nicknames
★ too much pomp
★ conservatives
★ stupid advice
★ being a shifter
★ weather extremes
★ fish
★ cats and anything having to do with cats
★ school, homework, the usual

HOBBIES:

★ drawing

siva likes sketching and over the years, it's become a sort of stress reliever for him. he collects all of his little doodles in sketchbooks. most of them are sitting in a row on a shelf in his apartment gathering dust, but if you go through them, you can see the progression from good to bad.

★ sleeping

while a lot of things are on siva's list of things that waste time, sleep is surprisingly not one of them. deciding that he never quite gets enough of it, siva finds himself sleeping away a lot of free time. woe to the person who wakes him up because siva is a really cranky bedhead.

★ ditching class

need there be elaboration? siva hates class with a burning fury and would rather spend that time doing more productive things. like sleeping.

★ lying

well it can't really be considered lying if all he's doing is leaving his ever present poker face on and making things up, right?

QUIRKS:

★ cracking random parts of his body has become a brainless thing over the years. he doesn't do it because it feels good or it loosens his joints or anything like that. he just...well, does it. you'd be surprised as to how many random joints he's managed to weasel the sometimes irritating popping sounds out of.
★ a long standing talent of siva's is getting lost. map or no map, his directional sense is pretty much nonexistent, not to mention siva can't tell the difference between left and right without taking a moment to draw a mental "L" in his mind's eye. though, that doesn't work sometimes either because he questions whether he drew it the right way or not. more often than not, siva finds himself further, rather than closer, to where he wants to be.

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Well, to start things off, Siva is hard headed. That's right. You can slam his head against the wall any number of times and he'll still be ok. But no really, Siva rather prides himself on continuing left no matter how much you demand right even if left is most likely the long way around. But of course, this makes him quite independent and he's more than able to think for himself. He likes to think he's open-minded though he won't hesitate to shoot something down if he thinks it's just down right stupid and he gets annoyed at the drop of a pin more often than not.

Siva likes to shirk from responsibility. He ditches class when the work gets too hard and always, always finds some excuse to justify his cause (or lack thereof). It's not that he thinks he's better than everyone else but simply that he just cannot be bothered to care. He can be quite the pessimist when he wants to and an overactive imagination makes him quite morbid. His poker face makes him hard to read and some even call him emotionless with how his expression range is pretty much the size of a teaspoon.

In any case, Siva isn't as smart as he looks. He is oblivious and unperceptive to the point of catastrophe. Siva can probably think through five different scenarios of a situation in a snap but when it comes to people, he might as well be socially clueless. And as such is the habit of socially clueless people, Siva also displays an alarming tendency avoid people and generally keep to himself. And while such tendencies make other people think he's something of a delinquent and a dangrous person, Siva's a nice kid. Really.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

★you know those songs where the singer shamelessly spouts corny lines like nobody's business? it's sort of a guilty pleasure for siva and well, god be damned if anyone found out. usually, siva's excuse would be something like "their instrumentals are nice" or "they have interesting beats". and you're supposed to believe that. until he's drunk. but thank god no one can understand him cause most of those songs are in japanese.
★siva still has this overstuffed pikachu pillow from when he was young and he still sleeps with it. he doesn't really want anyone to find out. after all that thing is faded and almost thread bare from overuse but he likes the nostalgic feeling it gives off.

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OOC

YOUR NAME: aeon
YOUR GENDER: female
FACE CLAIM: hideto “hyde” takarai
RP EXAMPLE:
He leaned against a conveniently placed wall, watching the dancing couples on the provided platform. Nursing a glass of wine, Siva heaved a sigh. Rocsa would only be found if she wanted to be. The girl would be cross since he showed up late but hey! He showed up at least. Stuff social functions were the last thing on the young man’s mind. There were more important things to him than keeping up looks. Take the present for instance. Since he had arrived, he had not only received questioning looks from a simple server. Whoever in the crowd was lucid enough to notice their surroundings noticed him for he stood out like a sore thumb. Sooner or later, he would probably be confronted so he needed a cover story. Obviously, saying that he was here with Lady Rocsana was no good excuse. Lady Rocsana was nowhere in sight and the little business woman was not particularly well known for keeping rugged company. Honesty wouldn’t work here and frankly, Siva wasn’t one to be known for his honesty.

In the world, there were two types of liars. There were the passable ones and then there were the really damn good ones. Siva prided himself in being part of the latter. Lying was easy if you knew what to do. Mentally, Siva wrapped himself in lies as if they were extra layers of clothing.

He was a prince. Not a crown prince, of course. Crown princes had too much responsibility and responsibility wasn’t something that Siva particularly enjoyed. Well, regular princes had responsibilities too, but just not as much. Besides, a crown prince would be too busy to be traveling half way around the world to attend something as flimsy as a stuffy social function. So in his place, he would send some second or third sibling – someone who seemed just as important. He would be from some small country from across the Great Sea; some young and competent prince of a small merchant country that was rich enough to afford passage and then some but small enough to remain in the shadow of some of the bigger foreign countries. Gyasia, it would be called. He was sent by the king of Gyasia to negotiate a trade agreement with the king of Marlon. Only, the King was nowhere in sight at the moment. And he was probably busy attending to the business of his own nation. Surely the King of such a big, busy country couldn’t put down responsibility for even a moment, even if festivities were going on right under his nose. That was okay though, Siva could wait. A few days didn’t make much of a difference to his home country and since he was here, he wanted to go sightseeing anyways. Marlon was such a beautiful country. He would love to see everything it had to offer and maybe take some interesting stories back to his fam –

“Oi,” a sharp voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. “Oi!” the baritone repeated with a hint of annoyance when he didn’t give it attention the first time. Taking another flippant sip of his wine, Siva kept his pose relaxed. What number was this? He had lost count of the number of glasses he’d downed while he had been thinking. The wine was like smooth butter traveling over his tongue and into his stomach. The wine of the rich was good stuff indeed.

Exasperated by his lack of response, the nobleman before him gave up trying to get his attention and simply went straight to the point, “Who are you? Commoners are not allowed here.” The haughty edge to the man’s voice amused him. So he was a simple commoner. Siva silently scoffed at the man’s airs. Appraising him over the edge of his wine glass as if the nobleman was a simple object, Siva offered him a small smirk. This man still had some wits. Though his voice was slightly slurred, Siva could tell the buzz from alcohol was getting to him. Not like that mattered much.

“Commoner?” he asked, genuine amusement flitting through his voice. The man only glared, “If I’m a commoner then what does that make you?” he asked, putting on an air of arrogance that matched the man’s. The nobleman looked scandalized at the implication and Siva had to hold back a laugh, “So tell me, good sir, what is a lowly slave such as you doing here drinking rich wine and eating fine food?”

The man choked at the insult and he turned beet red with anger. Much to Siva’s amusement, the nobleman opened his mouth to retort only to have no sound come out. The gaping mouth only made him look like a fish. How appropriate for the festival where the celebrated the dastardly animals. Siva was very pleased with himself.

“I guess I should let you know,” he started, mismatched eyes flashing with merriment to match his suave smile, “I am Leone Luzzasco Gabrieli Terzo di Moretti of Gyasia.” The man choked again. Though he looked skeptical, he decided not to question Siva’s claim. No doubt afraid of messing up King Marlon’s alliances with other nations, he gave Siva a small bow of acknowledgement followed by a muttered apology before turning around and fleeing with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

Siva really had to hold back the need to laugh this time. Some nobles were too gullible. Removing himself from his place against the wall, Siva placed his empty wine glass onto a passing server’s tray and started walking towards the thicker part of the crowd. While all the fun and games were indeed amusing, Siva found himself quickly getting bored. He wanted out. He wanted different liquor. The wine here might be much better than what he was used to but it also left an unpleasant aftertaste. Besides, his 121 proof vodka was just as good as whatever these people were drinking. If he remembered correctly he also had a bottle of limoncello lying aro –

It seemed that his thoughts were destined to be constantly interrupted into tonight. The distraction this time was not some annoying toy getting fed up with his rough clothes among the finer, however. It was a loud thud followed by an unmistakably metallic ringing. Immediately Siva thought a fight had broken out. His hands went by instinct to the daggers strapped to his belt. Spinning on his heel, mismatched eyes scanned the crowd of spectators. But the fight he was anticipating wasn’t there.

A long rapier was buried in one of the tables. The table’s occupants sat straight up, shocked into stillness. One of the ladies had even fainted from surprise. All around, the ball had fallen into a tense silence, everyone’s attention latched onto the sword that had seemingly fallen from the sky. The sword itself had a magnificence to it that reminded Siva of Excalibur. It stood upright and proud, waiting for a hand worthy of bestowing power to. But that wasn’t what made Siva’s fingers twitch.

From the way the sword had been meticulously decorated, it was obviously a rich person’s weapon. Mounted on the hilt was a beautiful ruby shining brilliantly in the low light like freshly spilt blood. Siva wondered what it would feel like to run his fivers across its scarlet surface. Without thinking, he had begun to move forward on his own. The ballroom was still immobile so he took advantage of their shell-shocked state to sprint forward a top speed. About three feet away from the table, he slowed down enough to allow himself time to bend his knees and take off in a flying leap, landing nimbly on the table. Wasting no time, one sharp jerk was all it took to free the sword. This was no Excalibur after all. Siva took a second to admire the radiant jewel up close before leaping off the table. A rapier that lavish was sure to be important. As soon as everyone recomposed themselves, Siva had no doubt they’d send a party out after him. Deciding not to waste precious seconds, Siva took off as fast as he could towards the exit. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. Seven yards. Six yards. Five yards. Four. Three. Two. One –

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[Reptilian Rissa]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, siva!
do not forget to stake your claims.