Kurosawa, Hibiki

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HELLO MY NAME IS HIBIKI KUROSAWA AND I AM 18 YEARS OLD. I'M A INCUBUS AND RANK AS N/A AND I WAS BORN ON 16/05/1992 IN JAPAN. MY NATIONALITY IS JAPANESE. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE JUN CHIBA (YOMI OF NIGHTMARE). THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM CONTROLING, GOD COMPLEX, AGGRESSIVE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY SYLVEY.

CODEWORD: Ivory

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

Kurai didn't keep anything more than what he needed. Just look at his staff. There were only a bare few to be found. Just a few advisers and some guards. The castle wasn't a bustling place of activity. Instead the atmosphere was more of a relaxed and lazy one. Or actually the place seemed kind of dead to find hallways nearly always empty. But the King simply liked the quiet and the solitude that he got from having a nearly empty home. He only had a few that he had to keep track of. Only a few the he had to worry about trying to mess things up. And with those few he could pinpoint the one that was causing trouble. And upon doing so he could get rid of them. And it was as simple as that. At least to him. He didn't need a lot and it was obvious.

The drugs weren't really because of the frequent changing of skins any longer. It was because he had been a morphine addict in life and now in death that man made drug wasn't enough for him any longer. He needed something stronger to get the effects that he so adored. The effects that had gotten him addicted in the first place. That numbing feeling that allowed him to feel impervious and endure things that normal people never could. That feeling of power. That feeling of being able to do anything that he wanted and no one could stop him. That was what he wanted to regain. It wasn't enough to be King and knowing they had to listen. He wanted that surge coursing through his body, through his veins.

As for the bodies, dead or alive it didn't matter. The only thing that he was concerned with was that the flesh was soft and beautiful. Even though he had bodies brought in to him that didn't mean that he had forgotten how to hunt and kill. Such were as delicate an art as skinning a body was. And honestly he had no qualms with skinning someone alive. It left the skin fresher and more pliable that way. And with them alive he could take his time in skinning the body instead of rushing through it with an already deceased body. With them still being alive he didn't have to worry about preservation. So either way had advantages, or so it could be supposed.

As the chain was held out towards him all he did was to hold out his hand to accept it. He didn't bother to actually approach to receive it. The other would have to come to him if he really wanted the King to have it. "Or you could just come at a scheduled time. A certain day and time could be set aside for you to be here with a new batch." Which would mean less effort on Kurai's part. So of course he would vouch for the lazy way. Not that it would really take too much effort to get into contact with the Noble. But still it was more effort than the King was looking to put forth. He kept appointments better than he contacted someone.

"Just make it fit with the seasons. A thicker one for the colder seasons and a lighter one for the warmer seasons." To him it was simple logic. Coats were worn when it was colder because they were thicker. To him, skins fell within the same category. You wore what went with the weather. And while he changed most of his skins often there were still a few patches that were entirely original and very well preserved. "Eat it of course. No point in letting it entirely go to waste. You are welcome to join me." It wasn't as if he could eat it all himself anyways. Or he could but he wasn't about to try. He didn't plan on gorging himself and losing his figure, not that such a thing was really possible. Still, it was the reason he gave himself not to overindulge.

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