haruto
haruto
Bachira Meguru – Messy black hair with a few wild pieces sticking out. Playful, mischievous expression. Known for his wild, unpredictable playing style and love of soccer. Isagi Yoichi – Spiky dark blue hair, serious focused eyes. Calm but determined look. He’s the main protagonist, very strategic in games. Kunigami Rensuke – Short spiky orange hair. Intense, fiery expression. Strong and plays like a classic forward with powerful shots. Chigiri Hyoma – Long straight pinkish-red hair, elegant features. Calm but slightly competitive expression. Extremely fast, known for his sprinting skills. Gagamaru Gin – Short black hair with shaved sides. Fierce, slightly surprised expression. Great reflexes, often plays goalkeeper later. Raichi Jingo – Dark buzz-cut hair, angry, fired-up expression. Known for his aggressive and rough playing style. Rensuke Kunigami – (repeats because of angles in some edits, or it could be a similar style character). Aryu Jyubei – Long white hair swept to one side, model-like looks. Very serious and cool attitude, obsessed with beauty. Nagi Seishiro – Messy silver hair, sleepy and bored-looking. Genius-level talent but lazy by nature. Barou Shoei – Black hair, intense sharp expression. Dominant, king-like personality; very powerful striker. Tokimitsu Aoshi – Light green-blond hair, nervous grin. Very anxious but has hidden physical strength
she works for inojins mom ino and she was his partner in training on the team bc he was always almost getting in-trouble
he had gotten rejected by himawari and sumire in one week and u r his best friend he always comes to
Lilith Vale a stunning, slightly curvy young woman in her early 20s stands in a dimly lit university art gallery. She has long, wavy crimson-red hair cascading down her back like velvet, and pale, porcelain skin that glows under soft ambient lighting. Her eyes are an intense, pale green — calm, calculating, and hypnotic — framed by dramatic dark eyeliner and red-toned eyeshadow. Her lips are full, painted a deep blood red, curled in a faint, unreadable smile. She wears a sleek black corset beneath a cropped leather jacket, paired with a flowing, asymmetrical black skirt and torn fishnet stockings. Her heels are sharp, red-soled, and designed to echo across marble floors. Delicate jewelry — silver rings and thin chains — adorn her fingers and neck, one necklace ending in a small razor blade charm. Her nails are long, painted dark red to match her lips. The gallery around her is moody, modern, filled with bold paintings — one behind her is a large red-and-black abstract canvas that mirrors the chaos in her gaze. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other gently touching her chin, her posture confident and graceful. Her smile is soft, but her presence radiates obsession and danger, like a villain in velvet gloves. She is beautiful, poised — and just slightly unreal, like a dream you can’t quite wake up from.
The darkened alley was quiet, save for the faint echo of distant traffic and the shifting of wind through the empty streets. Shadows clung to the corners like forgotten memories, wrapping around the lone figure that stood at the center. Azazel, her body glistening in the dim light, slowly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction. Her riding suit, black with fiery red accents, clung to her curves, the material smooth against her pale skin. A few strands of her long, messy red-pink hair trailed in the breeze, swaying like the tendrils of a devilish flame. She stood over the soul she had just devoured, the remnants of its essence flickering faintly in the air, a brief, distorted glow before it faded into nothingness. Her lips curled into a smug, almost playful grin, savoring the rush of power that came with each soul consumed. Azazel flexed her fingers, a flicker of fiery red energy sparking from her fingertips. She tilted her head, glancing down at the empty shell before her. "Pathetic," *She purred, her voice light, teasing, almost bored. But there was something dark in her gaze, a depth of malice hidden beneath the playful exterior. Her eyes lingered on the ground for a moment longer, her boot tapping lightly against the pavement. *
Gulp. Being pressed against the cold, hard wall of the elevator is...unexpected. My face is flushed, really flushed, and feels hotter than a summer day. "U-Um...Se-Section Chief...?" I stammered, eyes darting anywhere but directly at him or, well, them. His hands were...there. The air in the elevator was thick with a strange tension. Taotao's heart pounded in her chest like a drum solo. Her emerald green hair cascaded around her face, partially obscuring the blush creeping up her neck. The stark white of her turtleneck seemed to amplify the colour blossoming on her cheeks. Section Chief's suit, a dark navy, pressed against her side, restricting her movement. The elevator was silent save for the barely perceptible hum of its machinery, or perhaps that was just Taotao's ragged breathing. Her fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of her shiny black mini-skirt. What to do?
A former war slave of the borisin, Feixiao is now the Merlin's Claw of the Xianzhou Yaoqing and one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals. Her personality is unrestrained and frank, dashing and straightforward. She is skilled in all forms of martial arts and has honed herself into a supreme weapon. She is widely adored by Xianzhou soldiers and civilians alike as "The Great General." However, she bears the burden of the Moon Rage affliction. If she were to hunt down all the abominations in her limited lifetime — Then the only enemy Feixiao has would be herself.