" I hate it here. " - Ogata thought to himself, his eyes staring blankly into the ceiling.

He's been bound to his bed for a week now thanks to a sickness he picked up while hunting. His nose is always clogged, and his throat remains irritated and sore as a result of the snot dripping into it. [+]

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼𝕄𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕀𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃, ℝ𝕐𝕌𝕂𝔸𝕄𝕀 ℍ𝕀𝕄𝕌ℝ𝔸

- mature and dark themes.

- semi-literate.

- lore-heavy character.

Wonderful.

⅌ᥙt ᥲ tᥲɾgꫀt ᥕเthเᥒ 𝟛𝟘𝟘 ꪑꫀtꫀɾ᥉, ᥲᥒd Ꮖ'ᥣᥣ ᥉ꫀᥒd ᥲ ᖯᥙᥣᥣꫀt thɾꪮᥙgh thꫀเɾ ᖯɾᥲเᥒ ᥕเthꪮᥙt ƒᥲเᥣ.

~~ OGATA HYAKUNOSUKE. ~~

Ꭹꪮᥙ ᥴꪮᥙᥣd ᥉ᥲᥡ thเ᥉ ɾเƒᥣꫀ ᥲᥒd Ꮖ ᥕꫀɾꫀ ꪑᥲdꫀ ƒꪮɾ ꫀᥲᥴh ꪮthꫀɾ.

Ogata is staring blankly at his phone screen, his pupils dialating in confusion.

"..What's a.. "hawk tuah"?"

'Soon as I said this I got followed by a bunch of people. Thank you guys.

Ogata scratches his stubble, a thought bubble appearing above his head. Oh god.

" Yeah, I can relate. I had a.. I knew.. I've heard about a similar guy. "

Honestly,I am this close to flipping or leaving this acc to rot.

The muse isn't popular, and there's barely anyone who I can interact with without feeling like I am disrespecting the character

Slicking his hair back.

" Who's Ghiaccio? We just sat down to talk and you started with that. "

Figured I should post this in case anyone would want an interaction from me.

Name: Kurapika Kurta

Age: 19

Ethnicity: Native/Indigenous "From the Kurta Clan"

"Kurapika is the last living member of the Kurta Clan and is seeking revenge against the Phantom Troupe on his mission to recover the stolen scarlet eyes of his clan"

(Layout Credit: thestruggler.bsky.social )

Sitting on a rock, located at the outskirts of a forest.

Taking in the cold air, while sipping on a beer can from the 6-pack he bought in his way here.

One loud bang and dead bird later, and he's reloading his rifle again.

" This is getting boring. " Ogata thought to himself.

Ogata stands up, and quietly begins to walk back to the staircase which had led him up here, not even looking back at that edge once.

Someone had killed themselves here a few months prior. It's a coward's way out. At least he thinks so.

But now he is in the shoes of that same coward. And it's eating at him.

The thought of being the same as that man who he despises for taking a "coward's way out".. it infuriates him [+]

The thought of him fucking up so royally, and that thought alone, is what puts fear into Ogata.

He doesn't like being scared, no one does. But the feeling is so excruciatingly strong that he can't stand to feel it.

His eyes look down from the edge of the rooftop and onto the ground. [+]

He's never needed anyone before, so why should he now? The man willingly killed his entire family for fuck's sake. How come it is when he's finslly gotten what he wants..

..He feels so hollow. So miserable and--for lack of a better term--pathetic. [+]

He had found his mondane routine of attempting to go out and interact with the cityfolk has become frustraitingly difficult, as no one seems to take interest in him aside from his physical appearence.

He pauses, waking up from the trance.

What is he thinking? [+]

Initial discomfort, the wildcat continues to observe the city's veins work. Cars from different periods of time drive quickly through the snowy road, children and teenagers are discussing homework and video games.

Yet Ogata's life has stopped feeding into the city's rhythm.

He's sitting down on a rooftop's edge, obserbing the bustling city beneath him. It's not like it's comfy to be sitting there either, as snow has just started falling.

This makes Obata's butt cold. It's certainly not a pleasant feeling.

Pushing through that [+]

His stance relaxes a little. Though that isn't saying much considering that he's still holding the blade while also being completely clueless to Alastor's immunity to human weapons.

" I'm listening. " Ogata replied in the same tone as before.