Disclaimer: I don't own Elsword!

3: Welp! This is the second OC-filled fict! :D

This story takes place at the same dimension as the TSOTSC story! This story starts around a few months before TSOTSC's first chapter XD At least, the prologue does XD #slapped XwX

Anyways~ This story has two sides you can join~ XDDDD

The two sides are named the Organization Side and the Police Side. Feel free to guess which side is the evil one and which one isn't :DDD #slapped XwX

Prologue

Blue eyes fluttered open, cringing slightly as it was still not used to the brightness of the room, not having been opened for quite a while. It took a minute, but the owner of the eyes, a young man having black hair, was able to adjust himself to the light.

"Where am I..?" he mumbled to himself, voice hoarse as if it hadn't been used in a long time.

Upon observation, he noticed that the place he was in is a room having cream-colored walls and plain, brown curtains. The room itself was nothing extravagant. It was simple, really, only having a bed that he was laying on and a wooden table and chair nearby. The bed isn't a comfy one either. It has a hard surface, but the pillow was soft enough to not hurt his head.

The sound of chirping birds were heard from outside the opened windows, the sunlight's rays visible to him as it revealed the dusts dancing in the air. The view of the outside showed that of a busy town, with noises of chatter and metal hitting against metal being audible to him.

The man realized soon after that he had been dressed with bandages, especially his stomach. Memories returned to him about that day, that time when his home was attacked, when he had been stabbed with a sword, the day he lost everything, except, hopefully, for one person.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door click open as a young man who looked younger than him enter the room with a wooden basin filled with water in his hands. The young man has wavy, cream-colored hair and pink eyes, wearing the usual clothes of a normal citizen which consists of a white, long-sleeved cotton shirt and brown trousers. He looked surprised at seeing him awake, but smiled cheerfully right after.

"Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling?" he asked as he closed the door and placed the basin on the wooden table.

"Okay, I guess. Who are you? Where am I, and how?" the black-haired man questioned, confused.

"Call me Loque. This is my house. As for why... I saw you nearly dying in the middle of some ruins and saved you, I guess. If I may ask, what happened there?" he replied, asking him another question.

The wounded man looked uncomfortable in answering that, something the cream-haired boy noticed.

"You don't need to answer that if you don't want to. I understand." he said, chuckling as he approached him, kneeling slightly, and placed a hand on his forehead, as if to check his temperature.

"Hm... Good, your fever went down a little..." he mumbled in an audible voice, "You should still rest for a bit, though. Your wound's still not healed up yet either."

"I'm oka- Ugh..!" the black-haired man cringed when he tried to sit upright, his hand instinctively going to his stomach.

Loque frowned at his stubbornness and sighed as he stood up straight.

"Clearly you aren't. Stop trying to force yourself and at least lay down for a bit, will you? Or else the wound's gonna open up again." he told him with a grim look, picking up a cloth from the side of the bed that had fallen off when the man had moved and walked towards the table.

Knowing that he really isn't in the place to argue with him, the wounded man nodded and returned back to his previous position, placing his head on the pillow.

"Is there anyone else who lives here?" he decided to ask, curious, and is uncomfortable of the silence as well.

"No, I live alone." Loque replied, squeezing most of the water out of the cloth that he had just put into the basin and went to place it on the man's forehead before returning back to the table.

"Even parents?" he asked as the boy took the basin in his hands.

"I had one, but he died of old age a few years ago." the boy answered, earning a surprised look.

"He's that old?" the man remarked in disbelief. The cream-haired boy laughed, as if finding the question silly.

"I was adopted." he replied.

"Oh, sorry."

Chuckling, Loque realized that he hadn't asked something important.

"Speaking of which, what's your name?"

"My name?" the wounded man repeated, earning a nod. "It's Cain."

"I see. Nice to meet you, Cain, despite these strange circumstances." Loque said, chuckling.

"Indeed. Nice to meet you too, Loque." Cain replied, a smile on his face.

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Within a week, Cain had been cured completely of his wound, but he still stayed in Loque's home since his was... well... gone.

During his stay, he learned that the cream-haired young man is a blacksmith of Velder, and that he is continuing his adopted father's job in making weapons. Cain tried to help him a few times, but most of them usually ended in a mess and he was now only allowed to help him by fetching some things he needed to use instead of making the weapon itself.

Although Loque claimed that he didn't mind his stay, the black-haired man still felt uncomfortable in living there, since he felt that he wasn't really being of use in any way.

He's already healthy enough, so... he was thinking on applying for a job, at least.

"Oh, there was this combat organization that was searching for some people to work for them. You said you're good at fighting, right? Maybe that would be a good job for you?" Loque suggested one day.

Honestly, it seemed to be a decent job for him, so he agreed.

Promising that he'll still visit the blacksmith boy from time to time, Cain now found himself being one of the early members of the organization he joined into, one having peculiar members.

(Organization Side)

~At a building~

At the office, he saw a few people inside.

A man was sitting on the director's seat, while three other people sat on the couches. One was listening to music from his wireless, red headphones. One was... flipping his hair as he stared at himself with a mirror... And one was trying to stay away from the one with the mirror as he looked at him as if he was a weird person.

The man has neat, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, wearing a brown-colored, formal looking suit, and black formal shoes. He is also wearing a pair of glasses, having a pose that clearly screams, 'Da-Boss'.

The one listening to music has slightly long, wavy, dark red hair, red eyes, has a black eyepatch that covers his left eye, and wears a black, turtleneck sweater having long sleeves with a short-sleeved dark red T-shirt over it, a darker red shade of pants with tattered ends, and dark red shoes.

The one with the mirror has sparkling(?), long, wavy, glittery(?), pink hair that is tied into a ponytail with a rainbow ribbon, purple eyes, wears some kind of white noble outfit, black pants, and black formal-looking shoes.

'... Is he a narcissist?' Cain couldn't help but think. He himself is wearing a white, long-sleeved cotton shirt, midnight blue trousers tucked inside his calf-length, black leather boots, the same shade of blue for his cape, leather gloves, and a piece of fabric as a belt tied slightly above the hips. His cape has white fur on the collar and silver chain buttons. A silver, tiny string ornament is tied on the lower right side of the hair framing his face, the only part he kept longer than the rest of his hair.

The one trying to stay away from the strange man looked like a little child around the age of nine to eleven or so. He has slightly messy, black hair with white highlights at the ends of his hair that is tied into a small, thin, low ponytail that reached somewhere above his waist. He has gray eyes, and wears a long-sleeved, gray, unzipped jacket having white fur, a white and gray striped T-shirt, black shorts, and white sneakers.

The black-haired man blinked, not believing that they actually recruited a little child into the organization. Shouldn't they be the one protecting him instead?

"You're here. That means that we can start the introductions." the man said with folded hands as he looked at the four of them seriously. "Sit down." Cain nodded and sat down next to the kid.

"First of all, I thank you four for volunteering in joining our organization. The only thing we ask of you is simple... Help us by stopping the police from finishing their missions. We have an expert hacker here who can hack through their mission files, so it won't be a problem for us to know what they'll do next." the man said.

The little boy blinked. "Stop the police? So we're the bad guys?"

The group stared at the director after that statement.

The director shook his head. "No. This police... isn't actually the police. They're little, clever thieves who acted as the police after stealing their place to reach their real objective. What it is, we're still trying to find out. The truth is... We're the real police, but they have someone with hypnotizing skills that causes the citizens to not believe in us." he explained, clenching his fists as he did.

The little boy gasped. "T-That's evil!" "We know... That's why we're trying to stop them at all costs... To start it off, we'll be giving the four of you code names. They must not know about your true identities. Apparently, they can only hypnotize people when they can see their faces or can imagine it, so we'll also be giving you four a mask that has a relation to your codename. But first, you may introduce yourselves. Starting from him." he pointed towards the dark red-haired young man, who completely did not pay attention.

It was only when the director facepalmed and went to him personally to take his headphones off from him that he returned back to reality.

"Name?" the director asked, getting annoyed by now.

"Oops, sorry. Name's Eien Hashire, but you guys can just call me En," he said in a sheepish way, "Can I have my headphones back now?"

Rolling his eyes, the director merely walked back to his seat.

"I'll keep this for today." he replied, earning a horrified look from its owner.

"My name is Cain." Cain said, bowing his head politely as he ignored the sulking male next to him.

"Cyl Chess Lymphogale. Call me Chess!" the little boy exclaimed energetically.

The pink-haired... man... suddenly stood on top of the couch and did a dramatic pose, saying, "I am the meaning of life, beauty, hope, and the wishes of man, Vince Vivienne von D'Light!~" he exclaimed as he reached out a hand dramatically to the ceiling.

Crickets started sounding as sparkles somehow surrounded him.

The director coughed. "Um... Okay... So... Let me tell you your codenames. Uhh... Mister... Vince... Please, return to your seat."

The pink-haired man gracefully slid back to his seat.

"Thank you."

The man pointed towards Cain.

"After seeing what your abilities allow you to do, I have decided to give you the codename... Spirit." The young man nodded. "Okay." he said.

"For you... Rock. Since it's the music genre you love to play." he said, pointing towards the dark red-haired boy who grinned. "Gladly, boss!"

"You..." his finger stopped at the pink-haired man who is flipping his hair like a boss. "Your codename is... Imbecile."

The three other boys gaped at the offending codename, but got even more shocked at what Vince said after.

"Oh, what a unique sounding codename~ Though, I think I'd prefer to be called Cile~ It's just filled with more elegance~" he said cheerfully, doing another flip of his hair.

The three looked at each other in disbelief. That guy... Probably does not know what imbecile meant.

"And your codename..." the boss started, pointing towards the boy with sparkly eyes, "Is Chess."

"What?! But that's my name!" he whined.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't think of any other codenames..."

Cain and En stared at Chess before nodding in agreement. Honestly, even they couldn't think of any other names, with the black and white theme going on and all.

Chess started to sulk in a nearby corner, having his hopes crushed of having a codename that isn't his name.

"You'll be getting your masks tomorrow. For now, have some rest. You'll probably have a busy day depending if our hacker finds some information about their mission or not." the director said, smiling towards them.

"Alright, sir!" the three exclaimed as they gave him a salute. Vince, however, merely said...

"Oh, finally~ I can finally get my beauty sleep~ It's been HOURS since I've had one~"

En sweatdropped before turning towards the director. "By the way, boss, what's your name?"

"Lint Shadence. You all may just call me Lint." he said. "'Kay, Sir Lint! We'll see ya later, then~"

As they all left, Lint facepalmed.

"I told him to just call me Lint..!"

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On their way back to their rooms, Chess noticed that Cain was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about, Cain?" he asked in pure curiosity.

"I was wondering on what I did during my younger days." he replied with a serious expression, still doing his thinking pose as they walked.

The little boy blinked. "What? How old are you anyway?"

"... Twenty-one?"

"You're not even that old!"

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(Police Side)

In a large living room, several people were just doing some random things as they waited to receive orders from their inspector.

One of them has dark blue hair that nearly reached her waist, gray eyes, and is wearing a blue, puffy hat with white fur and a white treble cleff note as decorations, a dark blue T-shirt having ruffled ends topped with a long-sleeved, unbuttoned, lighter blue cardigan that only reached her stomach having white, furry collar, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. She was playing a white-colored flute, filling the room with a soothing tune.

Another one has short, neat, black hair with dark purple highlights at the ends of his hair having long bangs that nearly reached his eyes, has purple eyes, and is wearing a purple, long-sleeved, collared shirt with the ends of his sleeves rolled, topped with a black, buttoned vest with a long, black ribbon tied at the back, black pants, and dark purple shoes. He was lounging on the couch as he stared at the ceiling, looking bored.

Another bored person, one having short, boyish, dark red hair, golden eyes, and is wearing a red, short-sleeved T-shirt, a black, loose, unbuttoned vest, black shorts that reaches her knees, red, short socks, black shoes, and a black cap. She would have looked like a boy, if not for her feminine face, and is currently lounging around as well, playing with some wisps floating above her.

A girl was just simply reading a book, having white-colored hair tied into a waist-length ponytail, golden eyes, and is wearing a navy blue short dress with see-through, dark blue colored long sleeves having ruffles at the end. She also wears tights having the same color and material as her sleeves, and navy blue mary jane shoes with dark blue ribbons.

A boy in a nearby couch, sleeping and mumbling something about cake, has messy, black hair, red eyes, and is wearing a black jacket and cape having a white collar, black jeans with chain decorations, and black shoes.

Everything was in peace... Just them doing their own thing, until the girl who had been playing with the wisps just became far too frustrated in her boredom.

"Arrgghhh! Can't you at least play a less-sleepy tune, Rizumu?" she asked as she sat upright, glaring at the flute-playing girl, who raised an eyebrow at her and stopped playing instantly.

"Well, what kind of song do you want me to play anyway?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I dunno, just play me a rock song or something! As long as it's not as boring as the one you did earlier!" the dark red-haired girl replied, crossing her arms.

Rizumu rolled her eyes.

"Suuuuure, let me just go and play a metal song for you with this flute, why don't I?" she said using a sarcastic tone, causing anime veins to appear on the other girl's head.

The boy having black hair and purple highlights groaned in his lazy position and massaged his temples.

"Seriously, again, you two? Can't you let us have some peace and quiet for once?" he complained, frowning.

"Shaddap, Shinx! This is way too boring!" the tomboy girl retorted.

"My name is Shion." he corrected for the millionth time that day, getting even more annoyed by now.

"Whatever, Shinx!" she insisted on saying, frustrating the poor boy who was on the verge of pulling his hair bald.

"Now, now, Zanardi, I'm sure Alabaster would be back soon with something." the white-haired girl tried to calm her down, sweatdropping.

"That was three flippin' hours before, Elysea! I'm seriously going to go and beat that old guy for once..." she grumbled, cracking her knuckles as she stomped her way towards the door.

As if on cue, the door blasted open, hitting the poor dark red-haired girl's face and threw her a few inches away from the door.

"I'm back! Sorry for making you guys wait!" an old man with muscles and a white mustache having spiky, white hair, wearing a dark blue cloak, black shirt, and dark blue pants came in through the door right before he noticed Zanardi who was holding her face, in pain. He gulped nervously and took a step back, realizing what he just did.

"U-Uh... S-Sorry, Zana...?" he said sheepishly, only receiving a glare and a fist that hit his face hard, causing him to stumble backwards in pain.

"Yeowch!"

"Stupid old man!" she shouted, about to strangle the poor guy, until she noticed that her body wouldn't move for some reason. Realizing why, she turned towards the dark blue-haired girl who was again playing the flute.

Grumbling, she walked back to her seat and sat down, knowing that she can't do anything else.

Holding his face, Alabaster stood back up again.

"Ouw, ouw, ouw, ouw... You sure punch hard, Zana! I taught you well!" he exclaimed, still laughing despite having been punched in the face by his own granddaughter.

Shion sweatdropped at his state and raised a hand to ask something.

"Uhh... Do you need some ice for your face?"

"Oh, no need, Shio! I'm fine and dandy! This kind of thing happens to me often!" Alabaster replied, laughing merrily.

At that, Shion sulked in his seat, causing Rizumu and Elysea to sweatdrop.

"Why doesn't anyone ever get my name right..?" he mumbled sadly to himself, causing even more sweatdrops.

"So... Umm... What did the headquarters say?" Rizumu decided to ask.

"Well, just about us watching out for this newly made organization near our place. Apparently, their objectives are still mysterious, so they're pretty suspicious in their eyes. Nothing too stressing, I hope." he said, grinning.

"Oh, wait. Elysea, can you wake up that guy beside you?"

Nodding, the white-haired girl promptly clapped her hands once in front of the sleeping boy's face, startling him.

"I'm up! I'm up! I swear I didn't burn the kitchen again!" he exclaimed randomly, earning puzzled looks.

Realizing that it was all just a dream, he laughed awkwardly as he scratched his cheek.

"Hahaha... Um... So... Did I miss something?" he questioned.

"Nothing too important, Akira, don't worry." Alabaster assured him, grinning. "Alright! So, they also told me to ask you guys if you have any complaints about the things done here. Do you have any?"

"The uniform." they all said simultaneously, surprising the old man.

"Why? It's cool enough, no?" he asked.

"It's obviously the color, old man. Not all of us would look good with red." Zanardi pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"My hair's freaking blue and you're expecting me to wear red?" Rizumu complained, narrowing her eyes.

"It doesn't fit me either!" Shion exclaimed, frowning.

Elysea and Akira glanced at each other before the white-haired girl shrugged.

"It's all fine to us, but the others have problems with it." Akira said, laughing.

"Well... Sorry, but they don't have any other colors for it." Alabaster said sheepishly, scratching his head.

"WHAT?!"

3: Prologues are done~~ :DDDDD

BTW, although Cain might seem protagonist-ish, he actually isn't!~ Plus, he ain't ma OC, so~ XDDD (he's gotchapanda's! And if you guys forgot, he's the guy who 'died' in Milyana's special chap :D Yeah... So he's actually alive XD)

Random note: The cotton shirt Cain wears is bought by Loque from the same cotton shirt shop he usually buys in XD #cottonshirtbuddies #slapped XwX

And Cain's sword is also made by Loque owov

Fun fact! The On-chan in 3's previous story has appeared! Who is... Shion, obviously XDDD #slapped XwX

Guess which side is the evil one and which one is the good one... Muahahahahahahahaha XDDDDD #slapped XwX

3's sure that no one would be able to figure the truth out, though... But feel free to try XDDD

By the way, the only OCs I don't own here are Cain and Vince, the rest are mine XDDDDDD #slapped XwX

Those two are my siblings' OC, Cain from gotchapanda and Vince from XYZ33432! XDDDD

Random note! From 3's experience at writing TSOTSC, 3 has realized that 3 is... terrible at writing quiet OCs owo

Cause 3 wants to give everyone at least an equal amount of screen time, but with quiet OCs... owo' IT'S DIFFICULT T^T

So, here's a few words of warning/information...

1. YOU HAVE TO READ EVERYTHING FROM THIS POINT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE OC FORM BEFORE YOU SEND AN OC, OR ELSE THERE'D BE PROBLEMS OWO'

2. Prepare to see an (maybe) OOC OC of yours if you're sending a quiet one ouo #slapped XwX

3 shall still do 3's best tho! *^*b

3. 3 will be sorting the ones who would fit which side, so feel free to submit your OC without picking a side and be surprised on where they end up :D

Even if you insist on choosing one, I will still sort it, so... ouo

4. Mary-sue/Gary-stu OCs will be nerf-ed ouo

5. You can only send a maximum of 2 OCs *^*

6. For this story, 3 will try using a different writing style as you can see in this chapter, so please send your OC with as much detail as possible *^*b (... It IS a different writing style, right? RIGHT? OwO)

7. OCs from the previous story can be re-sent here if you want them to join the whole series, though a few OCs from TSOTSC will still appear at some point in this story later on if they have some purpose for the plot whether their owner had re-sent their OCs or not owob

I'm not telling who they are, tho ;3 #slapped XwX

Alright! So... Here is the OC form XDDDD

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OC name:

Full/Real name (no need to write it anymore if answered :3):

Nicknames (if any are made already :D If not, imma make some up in the story anyways XD #slapped XwX):

Race:

Age (2nd):

Personality (please explain this well, in detail having examples if possible. PLEASE QWQ THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING QWQ DON'T JUST GIVE ME TWO OR THREE WORDS, PLEASEE QWQ):

Appearance (2nd only) (Please also include their heights using cms :3):

Weapon:

Ability (pretty much the summary of what their powers do. Example: shoot guns, control air, summon stuff, etc):

Class (2nd):

Skills (at least 7. Please include both melee and ranged skills if there are any. But, if they're a melee or ranged specialist, then it's okay :D Also note that this is not the game world, so please don't put things like super armor or the burn/confuse/poison/etc effects with durations D: They confuse meh w If they burn then they burn, if they get poisoned then it'll last for days *^*b #slapped XwX Lastly, no skills that works until someone dies, because they will be ignored *^* Remember, you're fighting people's OCs, not monster mobs D: HAs are still allowed, tho, but I'll only use them if the situation fits the skill owov)

(Another note: For summons, please describe what they look like and exactly what they do, don't just say "help them in fights" QwQ At least explain how they help, for example, for summons that use swords: "assist (insert OC name here) by slashing and stabbing enemies using his/her/its sword" owob)

Background (the more detailed and/or understandable, the better :D)

Other (other details, like: their likes, dislikes, habits/hobbies, favorites, personal girl/boy type preferences (I'm not kidding, put this in *^* Especially if they have/you want them to have a pairing. The pairing does not depend on this, however.), fears, morning person or not, etc etc):

Pairing (Please choose from these options by just putting the number as the answer after you read through this list~:

1- If you will personally contact the other authors to ask if their OCs can be paired together, then tell me who it is as soon as possible OwO If you didn't tell it until the last chapters of this story, it will automatically change to 2 o^o)

2- Do not want a pairing.

3- Already has a pairing. Please write who it is after the number you wrote :3

4- Want to be surprised and will just let me choose someone from the other authors' OC, as in make 3 be a matchmaker ouo

5- Want your OC to be paired with one of my OCs, either the ones in this story or the ones not even in this story ouo You can either choose and insert their name, or let me choose one for you XD

Though, 3's not sure if you can actually choose one of the OCs that 3 currently has here in this story right now, because:

1. Cain- already has a pairing (coughcoughMilyanacoughcough) and is not my OC.

2. Loque(?)- various reasons ouo For one, how will they even meet?! The two sides are in Elder! OAO *flips tables*

3. En- already has a pairing.

4. Vince- err... loves himself?/owner does not want a pairing, and is not my OC.

5. Chess- he's ELEVEN OWO

6. Lint(?)- has married.

7. Nezu (an OC appearing next chap)- already has a pairing.

8. Rizumu- already has a pairing.

9. Zanardi- already has a pairing.

10. Alabaster(?)- HE'S AN OLD MAN GUYS! HE'S MARRIED! WITH KIDS, AND A GRANDDAUGHTER EVEN! OUO #slapped XwX

11. Elysea and Akira- obvious XD

12. Shion- hm... I'm not so sure 'bout this guy, guess he's available, though he's 14 years old ouo

6- Want your OC to be in a love triangle, but the end pairing result will be a surprise owob (If the other two OCs are, however, my OCs, then I apologize in advance T^T If two of them are your OCs, then please tell me who you want the lone OC to end up with wb The rejected OC will be given another OC as a pairing if you want him/her to have one, so don't worry ;3 Who the OC is, however, will be a secret X3)

7- Your OC has already married. Congrats for your marriage! XD (?) #slapped XwX)

Note that there is no 'Reason' section in this OC form. The reason will be made by 3 based on your OC's background, so feel free to not think about that XD

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Here's an example on how to fill the OC form, though 3 will use a random made-up-on-the-spot OC for this :D (also just for laughs XD) This guy won't be in the story XD

OC name: Mr. Tako-Guy

Full/Real name: Tako Octo Porshey Ferarie Endzo

Nicknames: Mr. Tako-Guy, Mr. Tako-san, Tako-man, Tako-mania, Takoko, and Takorella

Race: Human

Age: 30

Personality: A confident, free-spirited, and stubborn man with a love of art. He appreciates all the things he sees and claims that they are all beautiful, even though most people, or everyone, might find them not. He is a pacifist and prefers to just sit back and watch as life continues on as he kept doing his artist career and draw everything he sees, which, often makes him run out of paper just when he found the most beautiful of views such as rainbows to draw. His stubborn attitude is, however, a bit over the top, since once he claims that something is something, he will never change his opinion, even if he's wrong, just like the time when he claimed that the color brown is dark red and still does to this day.

"It's dark red, you idiots! DARK. RED!" he says with burning eyes.

I told you he still does!

"It's DARK REEEDDDD!"

Appearance: He has long, flowing, brown hair, green eyes, and is wearing a brown robe that covered the white shirt and black trousers he is wearing underneath, and black sneakers with white shoelaces. His brush is always kept in a pocket on his shirt. Is a tall man with a height of 192 cms.

Weapon: He does not really have a weapon, but he does bring his brush! He's a pacifist, remember?

Ability: Painting on air~

Class: Beauty Artist

Skills:

- The Mini Brush- he whips out a smaller brush out of nowhere to paint details on his paintings he did on the air.

- The Biggy Brush- he whips out a bigger brush out of nowhere to paint bigger drawings on the air or to color his paintings completely.

- My Wonderful Canvas- he waves his hand up in the air to make the air a place for him to draw on.

- The Living Ones- he draws living things professionally on the air, where they soon come out off and start to do their normal daily activities like a real living being.

- The Not Living Ones- he draws the items on the air, where they soon fall down off and can be used like the normal thing, even for throwing purposes. Things out of glass will immediately break when they fall onto hard surface, just like the real thing~

- The Color Pallette: (insert color name here)- the paint on his brush changes colors magically for him to use.

HA:

-Le Gasp- he somehow draws a painting he claims is a masterpiece, that starts to shine on its so-called wonderful canvas, blinding all who sees it.

Background: He is from an ordinary, art-loving family, who named him Tako because of it being their favorite food before he was born. When he was still a little boy, he had asked them what an octopus looked like, and when showed at the aquarium, became fascinated with it. At how it moves, at how it lives, everything. From the octopus, he started to see everything with fascination, thinking that everything in the world is beautiful, and dreams of painting them to eternalize their beauty and show people how beautiful the world is.

Other: - His ability to paint on air is inherited from his family.

- He is a vegetarian.

- He likes everything peaceful, and dislikes everything not peaceful.

- He has no girl type preference, saying that all are beautiful in their own way.

- He does not have any siblings.

- He fears blood, gore, and violence.

- He is loved by the animals, and loves the animals.

- His favorite color is 'dark red' (brown, it's brown).

- He is a morning person.

- His hobby is to draw/paint.

- He tends to never change a mistake in his drawing, and continued on in using the wrong color for the painting instead of erasing it. (Example: he accidentally used orange for the sea and kept filling the ocean drawing with that color, making it look like orange juice instead...)

- He has a habit to turn around right before sneezing. Because of that, even if there was no one at the direction he was previously facing, he would still turn around before sneezing, which is unfortunate for those behind him :D #slapped XwX

- Can only cook fried eggs. Literally.

Pairing: 7 (OAO)

Thanks for reading~