basic information.

• Nickname(s): Yuyu, Tata, Yutata, Priest Man, Angry dude, and Lion.
• Date of Birth: October 26, 1995.
• Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.
• Place of Birth: Mind your business.
• Current Residence: Here.
• Occupation: Priest.
• Spoken Languages: Japanese, Korean, English, and A bit of Chinese.
• ual Orientation: Panual.
• Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic.
• Relationship Status: Mind your business.

appearance notes.

• Height: 176cm/5'7ft.
• Weight: 60kg/132lbs.
• Hair Color: Dyes his hair a lot. Black, Brown, Red, White, and Pink.
• Eye Color: Dark Brown.
• Piercings: 19 in total.
• Scars: 7 in total.
• Tattoos: 3 in total.
• Clothing Style: Black, White, and Red.

ire engulfed the village, blood coated his body as he slowly dragged himself away from the fire with a heavy heart and a wet eyes. Perhaps this was his punishment for existing, Yuta looked back one more time. The place he had once called 'home' and now looking at it ruins, he never realized how much he had wasted in this hellhole, how lonely and miserable he actually was. Turning his head back, letting his cheek be layered in his tears as he kept on dragging himself away from the fire, never looking back again.

The Japanese male walked long and far, he couldn't stop, he wouldn't. Yuta refused to stop, he needed to keep going, something in him gave him the power to just keep dragging his fragile, weak body. Maybe it's because of the angry in him, or the look on his parent's face, or that damn bastard who lied to him and ruined his life. Whatever it was, It helped him keep on moving. "I won't go back, I won't go back." He weakly spoke to himself, his vision was blurred and his throat was aching for water. Soon the human had fallen, laying lifeless, becoming one with the grass, not knowing somebody had spotted his dying body.

"Yuta, My most precious gift, I am sorry for bringing you into this world. For hurting you and abandoning you when you needed me the most. I've never meant for you to feel this pain, My precious Yuta... I'm so sorry... Please, Be safe and remember... I always love you.

His eyes shooting open, squinting as he was shoot by a blinding light. Yuta lets out a soft cry as he tries to sit up from the comfortable bed, his heart was jumping out of his chest. Where? Why? Who? Thoughts were screaming in his head, was he in heaven? was he finally released from the clutches of Satan's hands? As he was deep in thought the door had opened up, he didn't seem to notice until he heard a gentle tap onto a wooden table, quickly looking over at the noise. An Old man gave him a gentle smile and places a tray of food with a cup of water on the table and sat in the chair besides the bed, the anxiety that was taking control of his body seem to have disappeared as the Old man began to talk. His voice was soft yet firm, felt with hope and trust.

"My child. It seems you have been through a lot, I can sense your pain and angry. I won't ask what you have been through, But I hope you know that you're safe now. God will protect you, and I, shall protect and take care of you until you heal.

The Old man finished his sentence, Yuta was in disbelief, how could somebody be so selfless and kind to a stranger? Perhaps this Old man was just fooling with him, trying to turn him into a puppet again. As time went on, days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and months into years, the Old man cared for the fragile male until he grew strong again, Yuta realized that this Old man had actually cared and cherished for him. "Father." He spoke softly, getting on his knee in front of the old man, his forehead pressing onto the floor, the Old man quickly protested but was soon cut off by Yuta. "Thank you for giving me hope again. I had lost everything, my family, my friends, my hope, my trust... everything." Feeling the tears welling up, "But you came and saved me, I had thought God had abandoned me, left me out for the monsters to feast on." Yuta began to cry, "Than you came along, saving me from the hold of Satan. Thank you for taking me in, caring for me as if I was your son. Thank you for loving me and caring for me." He finally finished. "Rather... I should thank you for coming into my life..." The Old man spoke, smiling as he stared down at his beloved child. Yuta looked up at the Old Ma- No, his Father with a huge smile and getting up from the floor, standing in front of his father and hug him tightly, wondering if all hugs were this warm and fulled of love.

His father began to teach him the ways of becoming a true priest at the age of Sixteen teaching him until his death when Yuta had turned Twenty two, soon Yuta had grown bitter and angry when the only person who had loved and cared for him was taken away from him. Once again, He was left alone in this world with nobody by his side, the warm glow in him had disappeared when his father had died. The Priest had closed his walls, refusing to let anybody in again.

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their likes.

Cats, Books, The smell of the forest at Midnight, The Moonshine beaming through his curtains and into his room, Soccer, Children, Helping people in need of help, and Certain types of candies。

their dislikes.

Fire, Being told what to do, Brightness, Tall People, Having to explain himself twice, and The smell of Vanilla。

their hobbies.

Painting, Reading, Cooking, Working out, and Doing his nails。

their secrets.

Mind your buiness。

their fears.

Looking back。

their bad habits.

Biting his nails, scratching his arms, Biting the inside of his cheeks, and Blanking out。

Before You Approach Me

•.*★ important。 I WILL NEED TO FINISH THIS SO DONT LOOK AT THIS PART PLEASE AHFKAHJFAHJ

Writing & Plotting Style

•.*★ writing style。 I do script and para to novella. Script is generally done in 3rd pov, while para is done in 1st or 3rd pov. Lengthwise, I try to mirror, but I can get carried away fairly easy, so it's not guaranteed.

•.*★ plotting style。 I prefer plotting over winging most times, but i'm really bad at plotting ahfjkahfjka.

To be honest, I also like writing starters and will most times if I know what I'm doing and if it makes sense for me to do it, but don't shove them on me. I get burned out doing so at times.

•.*★ overall。 I'm very flexible about how we actually rp and will work at your pace if possible. Like, I can do one lining script all the way to novella, in both 1st and 3rd pov. I'm really chill with whatever you wanna do!

Activity & Reply Speed

•.*★ important。 I will never poke you. Never poke me or I will ragequit/ignore you. You also don't need to remind me about me owing you a reply. I usually remember who I'm roleplaying with. Also refrain from using my activity or lack of it as an excuse to pester me about a reply. Doing like that will just annoy me and make me prolong sending something if I send something at all.

I'm usually very slow with my replies, sometimes because of the length, but sometimes because I'm just slow to do them. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.

Location Preferences

Honestly, I'll roleplay anywhere I can. I like rooms, walls when I'm busy, and I'm okay with PMs. Most plots I do are public friendly too, and when they aren't, I take them to PMs.