TAKAMARU, kyo hoshiro

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Kyo Hoshiro Takamaru !?
'You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment unless you trust enough.'

Snow Leopard Form

FULL NAME Kyo Hoshiro Takamaru
NICKNAMES Kyo, Hoshi, Hiro, Taka, T.K
AGE Fifteen
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY May 17, 1997
SPECIES Shapeshifter - He does not know that he is a shifter.
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Bi-Sexual

PLAY-BY Haruma Miura
EYES Almond, slanted (Asian Like) onyx eyes with silver flecks around the Iris.
HAIR Kyo has ear length, shaggy coal black hair soft to the touch, sometimes he has blonde tips/highlights.
BODY TYPE Kyo is slim with a bit of muscle. He's more agile and has the ability to go places most others can't.
HEIGHT 5'4
WEIGHT 120 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a few scars on his back, and one at the corner of his eye.
STYLE Kyo often wears sleeveless vest type shirts that cling to his body, showing off his muscled arms and nice chest, and either black or tan cargo pants with either combat boots, or black converse -high tops-. If he's not wearing that, he's dressed like a school boy with black slacks, a white button down shirt with a tie, and some black shoes. He often ears a beret or a beanie of some sort. His right ear is pierced like So.

LIKES At least 10.

• Art
  
• Anime
  
• Music
  
• Sports
  
• Kids
  
• Dante
  
• Nature
  
• Reading
  
• Cooking
  
• Taking long walks
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Death
  
• Murder
  
• Blood
  
• Heat
  
• Water
  
• Dante being upset
  
• Dante being upset with him
  
• Supernaturals
  
• Crying
  
• Chocolate
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Agile
  
• Nimble
  
• Quick Witted
  
• Virtuoso
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Small
  
• Shy
  
• Easily manipulated/swayed
  
• Naive
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Squeaking when poked or tickled or snuck up on
  
• biting his lip
  
• chewing on the strings of his hoodie
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Death
  
• Loosing Dante
  
• Seeing a Supernatural
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To be like Dante
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Is a Shapeshifter
  

OVERALL
All in all, Kyo is a very shy and naive individual. He's lived his life as a servant/slave so he's very well mannered, but he also has a habit of calling his elders "Ma'am, Sir, Miss/Mrs, and Master" though the term 'Master' is reserved for Dante and Dante alone. Kyo is a naive young boy, who follows people without hesitation and believes all humans are good, and all supernaturals are bad -- but he himself, though he nor anyone else, knows that he is a Shapeshifter.

Dante is hardly around most of the time, doing what Hunters do best; because of this, Kyo turned to music and writing, as well as a bit of acting. Kyo loves to run, however, and he loves to cuddle. He's been given the nick name "Kitten" at school because of his habit of purring whenever his back is rubbed, neck is nuzzled, or his hair is played with. Kyo has a hard time staying focused on one certain thing, unless it's Dante, for long periods of time, so school is often a hard place for him.

Kyo is very lean, agile, quick witted, and flexible. He's very keen on weaving through large crowds, or even small ones, and fitting into tiny places that most wouldn't be able to fit in. He's a tad bit small for his age, but because of this he has the advantage of stealth. He's quick and silent on his feet and also has an IQ of 187.

MOTHER Naomi Hoshina Takamaru
FATHER Matakasu Hiruko Takamaru
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Dante -- master, care taker.
ETHNICITY Asian
WEALTH STATUS
OVERALL
The baying of the hounds grew louder and louder as the drew nearer and neared, shouts of revenge springing from the throats of angered humans echoed throughout the never ending forest. Panic shot through the lithe frame of a young five year old boy, a scrap of raw deer meet clutched between sharpened canines, silver laced onyx eyes widening in fear, tanned limbs yanking and pulling -- trying to pull a bloodied ankle free from a bear trap, but only succeeding in worsening the deep gash.

At of the bushes leaped a giant black hound, foam dripping from it's mouth. The frail boy squawked and let out a wail, ducking and covering his head as three more flanked the first. Together the trio ripped into the boy, tearing through his flesh like paper. Humans stood by, not noticing it was actually a child that had taken the food, not until an elderly man called off the hounds, an evil glint in his eye -- he'd known all along that the thief had been the young boy, not a fox like he'd claimed it was.

Stalking to the boy, the man grabbed a fist full of his hair, his breath -which smelled too much like Whiskey- hot against the boy's cheek. "You're mine now, you little fucker." came the menacing growl, which had even the hounds cowering. Trying to wiggle free was useless to the poor boy, yet he still tried, even as he was carried back to the small village he'd been caught stealing from.

-- 10 Years Later --

A slop of black hair bobbed in and out of a large crowd gathering around his master and another man. People pushed and shoved, trying to witness the fight, but the fifteen year old was small and quick, beating them all to the duo. Grabbing the sleeve of his master's jacket, he peeked around and eyed the other warily. "It is done, Master..." he spoke softly, and his master backed down. With a wicked grin, the elder led the younger away, back to the hell hole he called a home.

Metal connected with skin later that night as the exhausted boy was tossed carelessly, nude, in a cage and locked in. Curling up, he remained silent as his master moved on to his wife, clutching the side of his head to cover his ears -- the soft squeaking of the bed remained distantly though. Not but moments later the squeaking was gone and a hand was on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and jump, knocking his head against the top of the cage. Silver laced onyx eyes widened and he let out a string of apologies as he turned his face up to the owner of the hand, offering a clear shot to his neck in submission -- nothing came. Peeking open an eye, he let out a gasp, and the other flew open.

Standing before the young boy was not his master -- no, instead there was a handsome man, covered in his master's blood. "What's your name? Why are you in this cage?" The boy didn't know how to answer -- how could he, this was all he ever knew.

"Why did you kill my master?" Came the feeble reply.

"He was evil. And he is not your master? You're not an object to be owner."

"I am my Master's.." he whispered as the man pulled him out of the cage and wrapped his jacket around him.

"What is your name?"

"Name? Master says I don't deserve a name."

With a frown, the mystery man led the reluctant boy away from the house, trying to convince the boy to stop thinking of himself as a slave.

-- 2 Months Later --

"MASTER!" A young voice squeaked before he launched himself against the other. "Welcome home, Master!"

"Kyo, it's Dante! Not Master... just Dante." shrugging the boy off, the hunter flopped down on the couch.

"Yes sir, Master Dante, sir." Came the innocent reply before the boy flopped onto the ground and watched TV with his caretaker.

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