y’all I’m so funny laugh pls Space or Tap for next piece 1. Character Card basically 2. You’re waking up from a fever dream, apparently this cow mafia guy saves you? Weird 3. It wasn’t a dream. (#2 without border effects) Name: Mirito (Called Mr. Rito by his underlings and Rit by his superiors and equals) (Will be called Rito for the sake of consistency) Age: 15~17 I’m not sure yet :,) Backstory (General warning: I haven’t written a backstory for someone ELSE to understand in a while so if it is confusing I’m sorry I’ll try to clear up any questions you have): (TL;DR AT THE BOTTOM!!) When Rito was little, his goal was to be a dancer. Any time he would get, he would practice dancing. Being a pretty shy kid, dancing was like an escape for him. When we started he never wanted to stop; and when he stopped all he wanted to do was start again. Eventually someone saw his passion for the art and told him about this top tier dance school a few miles from his house. He timidly took their advice and made his way to the tryout room. Nervous as he was, he actually got in. He was overjoyed, his passion could become a carrier! He could live his dream! But life is never perfect, is it? That school worked the students day and night to be absolutely perfect. What turned into a fun little hobby morphed into whether you deserved to live or not in the eyes of the instructors. Rito used to be carefree and excited when he danced, but those emotions were quickly replaced with stress. “If I can’t do this dance choreography right, what is the point of me being on the earth at all? If my dancing isn’t perfect, my soul deserves a new body”. He then spiraled into madness. What became of the timid boy was a menace to society. Rito thought that if the instructors were gone, the stress would be gone as well. He stole some money from the studio and made his way to the shady part of town. However, when he tried to give the money to the person, they just shook their head and mumbled “We’ll take a different type of payment later”. On the day of the massacre, Rito was starting to stress out in the bathroom stalls. “Maybe this wasn’t the way it should be, maybe they deserve a second chance”. But this was kismet (MY ENGLISH TEACHER WOULD BE SO PROUD I JUST USED ONE OF OUR VOCAB WORDS HAHA), there was no other way. Suddenly, he heard a huge blast and smoke started to leak through the cracks of the doorframe. Whatever this gas was, it was making him lose consciousness. “No, wait! Not like this! I need to call..for..help”. Rito woke up in the arms of someone who seems to be a scientist of the sort. He smelled like old cleaning chemicals and his hair was frizzy enough to block Rito’s view. “Who are you? Where am I?”. As he used his senses to try and focus on the area, he smelled the suffocating smell of smoke. Startled, he looked toward the source. “The, the studio! THE STUDIO’S ON FIRE”. He jumped out of the strangers arms and quickly wobbled over to the building, before he could make it the whole way he fell to his knees. You couldn’t even tell it was a dance studio, it was almost completely ash at this point. He wailed in pain, he didn’t actually want this, he just wanted dancing to be fun again. “This does have a price you know” the scientist man growled as he walked up to the scarred child. Emotionless, Rito was picked up by the scientist, and was taken back to a lab. (this is Rito molonguing now btw :]) “I don’t remember much from that point, but whatever happened then made me look like this. Somewhere between all my grieving and pain I was scouted for the mafia, the same mafia that helped burn down the studio. I used my pain and anguish to become a good swordsman, which launched me into my executive role. Since then, I’ve been working for them left and right, and now I kind of feel like I’m home.” TL;DR: “I like to dance!” “Go to dance school.” “Dancing is now horrible” *insert fire truck alarms* “Wait no-“ “Lmao cough up ur body for experiments” “I now work for the mafia so I get to monologue.” HAHA THATS IT :) BUT HERE ARE SOME FUN FACTS -He vowed to never dance again. HOWEVER: -When he gets into a sword fight, you can see him do choreography from when he was a kid; do not dare to tell him though, since he would quickly slice your neck off.
darn u khi ur designs are too good to resist also uhm look inside for audio :) I KNOW THE SIGNATURE DOESNT LOOK LIKE MY NORMAL ONE BUT THAT WAS FOR THIS STINK USERNAME NOW I USE A SWAGGIER ONE SO PLS DONT ACCUSE ME OF STEALING !!
