Abilities: Riku is just a normal human boy from the canon point I wish to bring him in from. Thus, he has the normal limitations any normal 14 year old boy would possess. He's somewhat wimpy physically, although he makes up for it with his cooking and intelligence. Other: Nothing!
It's strange really, how he threw himself at Charles without really thinking. It simply just happened, just like that, a split second decision he hadn't had time to process. Maybe it was just instinct, the subconscious making him react before his body knew what it was doing.
It hurt, being shot. A lot more than he thought it would.
There's a searing pain in his chest that makes everything burn and oh, things are damp around his middle and he can feel his head throb. Charles is yelling at him and he's not sure why. Aren't you okay Charles? It doesn't hurt that bad.
When he's thanking the boy for the moth, the unexpected present he had found, he can't see anymore. Things are dark and there are only sounds as he feels his body slump and relax as he falls limp, drowning in a sea of his own unconsciousness.
He doesn't know how long he's out for.
When Riku awakes it's the chill of winter air that gets him first; it's an overwhelming shock to his senses as he takes in a frosty breath, shifting in the lawn chair he's found himself in. A few sticky eyed blinks and he's adjusting to it all, lukewarm memories slowly taking shape and connecting like puzzle pieces, even though the picture is still fuzzy as Riku goes to sit upright in the chair before he questions his surroundings.
This wasn't where he was before...Wasn't he...dead? Hadn't he died? Why was he in a suburban neighborhood? This was beyond strange.
"Charles?" He asks to no one in particular, for there's no one in sight to begin with. It's simply an immediate, knee jerk reaction. His attention whips around again. Just where was this place?
OTHER Housing Request?: #1412 Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes! Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.
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Riku Miyagusuku | Blood+ | Reserved [2/2]
Other: Nothing!
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First Person: Here!
Third Person:
It's strange really, how he threw himself at Charles without really thinking. It simply just happened, just like that, a split second decision he hadn't had time to process. Maybe it was just instinct, the subconscious making him react before his body knew what it was doing.
It hurt, being shot. A lot more than he thought it would.
There's a searing pain in his chest that makes everything burn and oh, things are damp around his middle and he can feel his head throb. Charles is yelling at him and he's not sure why. Aren't you okay Charles? It doesn't hurt that bad.
When he's thanking the boy for the moth, the unexpected present he had found, he can't see anymore. Things are dark and there are only sounds as he feels his body slump and relax as he falls limp, drowning in a sea of his own unconsciousness.
He doesn't know how long he's out for.
When Riku awakes it's the chill of winter air that gets him first; it's an overwhelming shock to his senses as he takes in a frosty breath, shifting in the lawn chair he's found himself in. A few sticky eyed blinks and he's adjusting to it all, lukewarm memories slowly taking shape and connecting like puzzle pieces, even though the picture is still fuzzy as Riku goes to sit upright in the chair before he questions his surroundings.
This wasn't where he was before...Wasn't he...dead? Hadn't he died? Why was he in a suburban neighborhood? This was beyond strange.
"Charles?" He asks to no one in particular, for there's no one in sight to begin with. It's simply an immediate, knee jerk reaction. His attention whips around again. Just where was this place?
OTHER
Housing Request?: #1412
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1412 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!