Character name: Yuri Hyuga
Series: Shadow HeartsAge: 25 (As of Shadow Hearts: Covenant)
Job: Chapel gargoyle
Canon: Shadow Hearts: Covenant - a roleplaying game set in the early 1900s, full of anachronisms and breaking of the fourth wall. Anastasia Romanov as a playable character, fighting as a wolf, and equipping a giant frozen tuna? Check, check and check. It's World War I and our hero, Yuri, is being depressed in the French village of Domremy, after the death of his one true love. He spends his time taking care of the village and its church, as his special ability to fuse with demons and take on their appearance makes this easy. CUT TO: Germans attacking, the Vatican getting involved and Yuri being cursed by the Holy Mistletoe, which seals his power and prevents him from transforming into demons, and sucks away his memory. Yuri proceeds to travel all over hell and creation trying to get this sorted out.
Yuri is described as a Rude Hero, and that's the truth. He's an odd combination of street smart and utter moron, often preferring to skip the discussion and move right to the fight. Somewhere deep inside, he does care and can show it, if he's feeling so inclined. Generally though? Nah. Yuri does his thing and screw anyone who tells him differently - unless he likes you. He's brash and sarcastic, but he does care about his friends, and actually likes doing the right thing on occasion. His major focus right now is to overcome the Mistletoe curse, but he's also very devoted to the woman who saved his soul, Alice. But it's not as if that keeps him from looking at other
girls...
Sample Post:I just love the smell of burning zombies in the morning. Next batch should try not to take "Bite me" so damn literally! You wouldn't normally think they'd catch on fire so fast, seeing as this is a giant sinkhole. This place could come up with something more creative than these, with what I've heard. If you had a village full of cat demons trying to eat me, you know, 'cause I'm just that damn tasty, at least you'd match what I had to deal with before. Zombies are so tame in comparison.
Though you do have those creepy white bear... things. What the hell? Anyway, I expected more doom and gloom, less glowing lake. Guess that's just the kind of place I hang out in.
This is the last time that I listen to that old man about some kind of damn clue about this curse. Riiiiight. Fine, desperate times, desperate measures. Like hell if I'm gonna waste what little time I have left in a hellhole like this. Every moment counts. Let's get this show on the road.
So, first! I got a job here. I don't expect you to remember it and I don't even expect me to remember it, much less do it. Yo. Yuri Hyuga. Guardian of all that's Holy and Pure. I'm your new resident gargoyle. I even have
experience, if you wanted to know. Might sound weird to you, but that's none of your damn business. Don't expect anything out of me and I won't expect anything out of you. Seems like a perfect opportunity for a nap, if it wasn't so damn hot here - and it
is the heat, not the humidity. If anyone thinks I should be sitting outside all the time and let the birds shit on me, you've got another thing coming. Besides, these damn toucans shit bricks and I don't think anyone wants me to have to handle that on Camp's behalf.
Second. My new employer and your director, is one Elizabeth Sayre. Now, I don't agree with dictators on general principle, but I have to ask. Is she hot? I mean, really hot. I haven't met her yet, but this is really damn important to me. It's a determining factor as to whether I get out of here as soon as possible or not. Why? Why the hell do you think? I know that you know that I don't have to draw you a diagram. Besides, I already know about that shitty rule - I'm "just looking." And hey, item of note. Yuri Hyuga only goes Slot A, Tab B, get it?
Third. In the end, job or not, I'm only here for one thing. As we covered in the second point, it isn't
that. Supposedly, you guys and the Director know a shitload about it, and you could say that I'm
interested. Mistletoe! So cough it up, I don't have all goddamn day. Don't give me any cute stories about kissing under the mistletoe. Hell, don't give me any un-cute stories about it either. I'm not interested in that kind of shit. The next thing you're gonna say is that Christmas in July is coming right up. This isn't the same thing, so don't even bother. Compulsion to kiss, my ass. Kiss my ass!
Fourth -- shit, stop taking stuff so literally! What the hell did I say at the beginning?!
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