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Hi everyone! *grins and waves* I'm playing Mitsukake and Shoka. I'm putting up their profiles, and then I'm posting. ^^
~*Shoka*~
Name: Kaede Sakurazawa
Gender: female
Age: 19
Height: 5'6
Hair: golden blond just past her waist; either worn down or braided
Eyes: lucid, light, blue; large and round with long lashes a shade darker than her hair
General Appearance/Clothes: Slim but busty, with hips that are more slight. Her skin is fair but not pale, with a rosy undertone. She has a fine face with full lips, well-defined but delicate bones, and beautifully arched eyebrows. Kaede has a fondness for simple but stylish dresses that at least go past mid-thigh; she also likes peacoats.
Personality: Kaede has very expressive eyes. She often has difficulty holding her tongue, and whereas her boyfriend is generally straightforward without scorn or rebuke, she's just blunt. When she doesn't speak her mind, her eyes and expressions give away how she feels about something as plainly as though she had spoken. She's not all spitfire, though, and is very gentle with animals and children. Articulate, intelligent, and obstinate--a dangerous trio.
History: Born and raised in Tokyo, Kaede is attending Tokyo University to major in Chinese mythology, with an undergraduate in ancient Chinese language. Her childhood and adolescence were as uneventful as her boyfriend's, Hiroyuki, whom she met a year ago in a European history class. Ever since then, she has had dreams of a faraway land and people that she hasn't mentioned to anyone. Lately, however, she's begun to think that they may be more than just dreams...
Skills: Fluent in ancient Chinese, Mandarin Chinese, and Japanese; plays the violin (though she's quite good at it, she would detest it if it weren't for Hiroyuki's encouragement; it's one of those things she had to learn as a child because her parents thought it would make her more "polished").

~*Mitsukake*~
Name: Hiroyuki Shinohara
Gender: male
Age: 22
Height: 6'6
Hair: black, trim, and short
Eyes: dark brown with a hint of gold like roasted chestnuts
General Appearance/Clothes: A friendly giant, Hiroyuki is well-built from an active life. He's handsome in a stern, traditional way, but most people find his size to be intimidating. Usually he wears suits in black or dark blues with silk ties.
Personality: Hiroyuki has a way of being straightforward without being rude. Normally he doesn't speak or act without first thinking, but he won't hesitate to jump into something head first at his own expense if it will save someone close to him from pain. He's defined by his quiet intelligence, but despite what most people think, he *does* speak quite a bit when he's around family or close friends. He also has a gently teasing sense of humor. Hiro doesn't lose his temper often, but when he does, he can shout with the best of them.
History: Born in the small, historic mountain town of Takayama, Hiroyuki left at fourteen to go to a private high school in Tokyo for his academic brilliance. He graduated at fifteen and went to Tokyo University to study medicine. Ever gifted, he's already working on his doctorate. Before leaving Takayama, Hiroyuki had an uneventful life with a loving family. Lately, though, something has been nagging him from the back of his mind. He's had strange dreams full of magic and wonder and familiar people that he's sure he has never met. The only problem is, he has began to have these dreams during the day sometimes--brief glimpses of a face or a place that refuses to leave him alone to live his life.
Skills: speaks fluent Japanese, English, and Mandarin Chinese; has an affinity with animals
Other: He has three cats and a dog.

Finally, the train glided into the station. Takashi stood hurriedly, almost forgetting that his comrade was half-asleep, very drunk and could barely walk as he dragged him towards the open doors. Kyo didn't seem to have forgotten it, however, as he promptly tripped on his own feet, tumbled to the side... and straight into the lap of a young woman.

Kyo looked up, blinking sleepily. "Oi..." he muttered weakly. "What're you doin' with yer lap in my head...?"

Takashi groaned, grabbing Kyo and jerking him away from the woman. "I'm so sorry!" he cried, bowing profusely. "My friend's a little... drunk... and an idiot... I hope you're all right, miss."

Eilla had been watching the scene in silence. She had chosen to stand back this time, not to make an entrance, but she noticed almost at once that one half of the couple was a seishi. Watching through narrowed eyes, she was almost surprised that they had somehow managed to be so close to another seishi, and not have noticed a thing. Perhaps her powers had not been as hindered as she had thought? Yet, the entire seishi affair confused her to no end, and she preferred not to think about how to retrieve her powers just yet. Gathering these seishi would have to come first.

"Really now?" Keiko enquired darkly as she placed her gaze upon him, resting her left hand against her injured side as she rested her right arm against the back of the bench, "That is a surprise, especially for a thief," she pointed out coolly and arched a brow in amusement as she rose to her feet, daring not to stretch as she turned her back to him and began to make her way down the street, glancing briefly at the being who had been standing beside her for a while.

She had warned him...

Hiroyuki studied the drunk's face carefully before answering. "No, I have no recollection of ever meeting you," He said slowly. He smiled in what he hoped was a polite way, before turning his head away from the young man.

But Hiroyuki was suddenly dubious about what he had said so confidently. It was a strange feeling to second-guess himself when he had been so certain that the boy's face was unfamiliar only a moment before.

Then the train melted away before his eyes, and he was staring at the sharp-toothed grin of a self-assured boy in his late teens, with flame-orange hair and an arrogant disposition. Something in the way the boy stood, straight and proud, made his grin cocky.

The redhead looked right into Hiroyuki's eyes with amber-gold ones. "Na, Mitsukake!" He said loudly, and Hiroyuki could hear Osaka-Kansai accenting even that name.

Then, abruptly, he was staring into Kaede's face, which was almost nose-to-nose with his. Her eyes were soft with worry, even though her voice came out sounding annoyed.

"I SAID, don't you want to stand up and let obaa-san and ojii-san have our seats?" Hiroyuki blinked, realized that she was standing and peering down at him, saw an elderly couple out of the corner of his eye, and quickly stood, embarrassed. He would have to worry about his little..vision...later.

A throng of people pressed in, pushing them close to the two boys. Even this late, Tokyo subway trains were usually full to bursting. He chanced a glance at the drunken boy's face, and there was something that reminded him of the redhead.

"Maybe I was wrong. You look...familiar." Kaede was suddenly clutching his hand very hard.

"Your hand's doing that thing again!" She hissed so only he could hear. She grunted as one more person squeezed into the train, shoving her right against the drunk's legs with no room to move away. She looked furious.

Hiroyuki chanced a quick look down at his hand, which had lately taken to glowing at odd times when he was walking to or from work, or when he was out with Kaede. Fortunately, Kaede's hand covered the glowing mark well, and he tried not to look relieved. Sometimes he felt as though he was losing himself, and that he couldn't even trust his own body.

He wanted to be alone very much at that moment, but he forced himself to look pleasant and normal. He was staring at the drunken boy, who had gone silent, until the boy's friend spoke to him.

"I'm actually from Takayama, but I came to Tokyo for school. And yourself?"

Ryu took a step to the side, putting himself more in Kigen's path in case he decided to follow the injured young woman. It was not in concern for her, he told himself, but more of an interest in the strange man calling himself a deity. He supposed that in the grand scheme thing of things, it was better to get this confrontation over with now. His chances of forming some temporary alliances were looking up, and hopefully whatever this conflict was about would hopefully be resolved quickly, and he could get the hell out and move on with his existance.

"Well now," he said to Kigen dryly, "I hear you steal form those blessed by the War God."

Eilla sat in silence for a few moments, before she revealed a thought she had, one which expressed a bit of self doubt. "We should have followed them," she said, her voice void of any emotion, as usual.