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I like to be called: Gab
My favorite color is: Blue? Green? Red? IDK
Gender: Female
One thing you should know about me: I am a working professional (well okay I’m unemployed right NOW, but), so I don’t always have time to play.
One thing you should know about my muse: My goal is to play him as a well-rounded antagonist. I want people to root for him, but he’s still an ass a lot of the time.
First language: English.
I live in: USA.HIGHLIGHT:
Age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+
Am I okay with NSFW? Yes | No | Sometimes (violence, some sexual situations, but I prefer to black curtain and deal with the aftermath/leading up to…)
My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | other (GIVE ME RESOLVING PLOTLINES OR GIVE ME DEATH)
OC friendly?: Yes | No | Depends
RP blog: does | doesn’t contain OOC posts
Tag Archives: memes
- Pick one of your muses.
- Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your muse in a new post.
- Tag five people to do this meme~
tagged by nakamori-aoko
1. What is your name?
Hakuba S. J.2. What is your real name?
…Hakuba Saguru? Middle name is James.3. Do you know why you were called that?
Well, ‘Saguru’ means ‘to search’ – I think that my father has always wanted me to be a detective… a seeker of truth. My mum wanted me to have a good, Christian middle name, too… as part of my dual heritage. ‘James,’ incidentally, means ‘to take by the heel,’ which is often interpreted as ‘overreacher’ or ‘the print of one’s foot’ … which goes along nicely with ‘to search,’ and even better when you take into account that it may ALSO be interpreted as a horse’s hoof… and ‘Hakuba’ means ‘white horse.’So. I suppose you could say that I’m the constantly searching, overachieving white horse. That’s fairly accurate, really.
4. Are you single or taken?
Single. I like to say that I’m… married to my work.
((He is dating in a couple of storylines… this is where multishipping gets complicated.))5. Have any abilities or powers?
Not… really? I’m rather good with math and chemistry, and I do all right as a detective. I can play billiards and tennis, too… Do those count?6. Stop being a Mary Sue.
Oh, please, don’t bring that sort of trope into this. If I were a ‘Mary Sue,’ Kaitou KID would have already fallen in love with me. …Not that I want him to. I just, well, if that were the case, it would have happened. You know?7. What’s your eye color?
Brown.8. How about your hair color?
Sandy blond.9. Have you any family members?
Well, yes. I have my father and grandparents in Japan, my Mum, uncles (and their wives and children), and a grandmum in England. No siblings.10. Oh? What about pets?
There are two dogs in England with my mum – Mycroft and Irene – but I’ve got my hawk Watson with me in Japan.11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.
I’m not exactly fond of duck. I think they’re beautiful animals, but the meat is so oily and it’s often prepared in a way that I just… can’t stand.12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?
Reading, certainly, and working on cases… I’m certain that I’ll be made fun of for this, but I rather like filling out paperwork, too. It’s relaxing.13. Ever hurt anyone before?
Aha… Well, I’ve thrown a punch or two in my days, mostly in self-defense… and I’ve had to shoot to disable before… It’s not something that I like to do, however.14. Ever….killed anyone before?
Not directly, no.15. What kind of animal are you?
I’m human, actually, but if you’re asking what kind of animal I would be if I were… sort of an animal equivalent? The obvious answer would be ‘horse,’ but I think I’m rather more like a dog. A nice, friendly, trusty Golden Retriever. Or a dragon. My mum would tell you that I’m a deer, though. Ugh.16. Name your worst habits.
Aha… Substance abuse, one night stands, and being a little bit ‘harsh’ when it comes to calling people out on their glaring errors.17. Do you look up to anyone at all?
Oh, plenty of people. Megure-keibu is a fine individual… Kudou Shinichi is a fantastic example of what a detective ought to be… there were plenty of individuals in Scotland Yard, too, that I really idolize.18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?
Pansexual, actually. I literally have no preference in regard to gender.19. Do you go to school?
I do, yes. High school, and I’ll eventually go on to university.20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?
I would so love that, yes. Perhaps I’ll have the opportunity later on? Assuming I live that long.21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?
Unfortunately, yes. They can be quite overbearing at times, as well…. and fan letters take up a great deal of time. Baaya has been collecting them in a basket for me.22. What are you most afraid of?
Judgment day. Or ghosts. Perhaps both. I’m also not fond of large, angry dogs.23. What do you usually wear?
Tailored suits of all sorts. Business, business casual, formal, etc. etc. etc. I’ve also been known to wear my school uniform on occasion, though I’m really not fond of it at all.24. Do you love someone?
Yes, but I’m not about to elaborate.25. When was the last time you wet yourself?
Pardon? That’s an odd question… I honestly can’t recall? I was probably very young.26. Well, it’s not over yet!
All right…?27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)
I suppose I would be considered ‘high class’ in terms of financial background and upbringing.28. How many friends do you have?
I believe I can count them on one hand, but even then, I’m not entirely certain….29. What are your thoughts on pie?
Pie is lovely, particularly when the fruit is fresh and hot. Caramel, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream go well on just about any pie served warm. Mmm… alamode.30. Favorite drink?
Tea. Definitely tea.31. What’s your favourite place?
Paris, France. There are several cafes there that I just adore.32. Are you interested in someone?
Yes. I’m actually surrounded by many very attractive and competent individuals; it makes my life very difficult!33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?
I am only willing to say that I am properly proportionate, and that my English genes are readily apparent.34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?
Lake, certainly. The ocean isn’t nearly as fun.35. What’s your type?
I tend to favor dark hair and light eyes… particularly when the individual is more on the thin/athletic side…36. Any fetishes?
Aha, I’m certain everyone has their particular kinks… as for specific, I’ll let them be discovered~37. Seme or uke?
Seme, typically.38. Camping or indoors?
I love camping, but it’s always so nice to return home. I am a fan of modern, creature comforts.39. Are you wanting the quiz to end?
That would be preferable, yes. I really ought to get back to casework.40. Now it’s over!
Incredible.Tagging: smokebombsandmirrors, blackorgkaito, aceofclubs1412, harajukuharuspex, akaikujixyaku (and everyone else – it’s way too hard to only pick 5)
Send me a “Dear —” and I will write my honest feelings to them.
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Meet The Muse
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|| The Basics ||Name: Saguru J. Hakuba
Nickname(s): Sherlock Holmes of the New Century, Guru-Chan (ugh), Sugaru, Bambi
Age: 17-24
Species: Human|| Personal ||Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil
Religious Belief: Christian (Catholic/slowly edging toward non-denominational)
Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony /Sloth / Pride/ Envy / Wrath
Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness/ Patience / Justice
Primary Goals In Life: Save people, I guess. Be a hero.
Languages Known: English, Japanese, French
Secrets: Plenty of Boscombe-style ones for others, but he would hate it if anyone found out about any number of his bad habits…
Quirks: Skips meals, checks pocket watch ALL the time, excessive note-taking, making literary references at every opportunity
Savvies: Picking people apart, remembering random stuff|| Physical ||Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony/ Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other
Height: 5’11"
Weight: 143lbs
Scars/Birthmarks: Several scars on his lower back, some burn scars on his right side, a couple of lights ones on his right arm
Abilities/Powers: He’s reportedly a genius and good at a variety of things… like math, chemistry, soapboxing…
Restrictions: Overly polite, very anxious, has a couple of very crippling triggers.|| Favorites ||Favorite Food: Chicken cordon bleus. Or eclairs.
Favorite Drink: TEAAAAAAAAA
Favorite Color(s): Blue (except when it’s red)
Favorite Music Genre(s): Classical,
Favorite Book Genre(s): Mystery!
Favorite Movie Genre: Heist/action
Favorite Butt Type: …supple?
Favorite Swear Word: Does ‘bloody hell’ count?
Favorite Scent: Hazelnut
Favorite Quote: “But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?” – Mark Twain
|| Fun Stuff ||“Boss” Theme Music: ‘I Belong To You’ (Muse)
Bottom or Top: Top. Usually. Can be very happy taking turns or giving up the reins when he feels comfortable enough.
Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: Soft, except when he’s drunk in a pub with a bunch of college losers and it becomes a competition.
Sings In The Shower: Yes.
Likes Bad Puns: Yes.Their Opinion On The Mun: “She’s disturbingly disorganized and distracted. I appreciate her ability to be remarkably persuasive, however.”
Tag 3 People!: miyanohaibara, thelotusflowerfiles, littledetective
Whisper~?
Before Current Thread:
As much fun as it was to antagonize Kuroba Kaito during class, there was nothing more satisfying than saying nothing at all on the morning after heists where he’d helped to prevent the thief from stealing. All he had to do was shoot him a look from across the room, lounge at his desk, and wait.
This usually carried through until lunch, when he’d get up and stroll over to Kaito, and smile. Whatever his classmate’s rude remarks were in response to the attitude, the detective never let his confidence waver. It was easy enough to mentally pin any faults on Nakamori-keibu, and it amused him so to see the glare that accompanied the accusation that Hakuba was going to accuse him, when in fact, he wasn’t. Not that moment. Just for fun. As far as he could tell, it drove Kaito crazy.
The finishing touch was, of course, when the magician would give him a snarky comment about how Hakuba was being creepy or whatever, to which he’d lean in to whisper, so softly, into Kaito’s ear. “Oh, it’s just beginning, dearest Kuroba-kun.”
After Current Thread:
It was a long time before Hakuba returned to school, and when he did, he made it a policy to avoid contact with most everyone. At least for the first few days. More than anyone, though, he steered clear of one Kuroba Kaito… to the point where it was painfully obvious to anyone who had paid much attention to their rivalry. As much as he wanted to keep it discrete, though, he found himself struggling with the reconciliation of what he now knew about the seemingly ‘innocent’ phantom thief. He was able to avoid him for most of the time, but eventually, the awkward aversion turned into a steady, cold-hearted glare across the room.
How could he? How dare he use him like that? And no word, no explanation, no remorse for his actions… The pain in his leg ached with an anxious burning, and the detective thought of Kaito with every throb. The things that they’d said that night echoed in his mind, all of the details prior to being hit were fresh, vivid. The fear, the pretense, the agony… what was he supposed to do with all of that? How should he deal with so much confusion and rage?
Eventually, it came down to a posturing threat. Hakuba limped down the hallway on his crutches, eyes fixed on the ground, and made it a point to push Kuroba as he past, The tension, heightened, had him turned around, pivoting on the crutch, to face him suddenly with an icy glare. He leaned in as he had before, sneering, and whispered a hissing, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Kuroba….” before he turned to walk away.
Whisper~
He really didn’t know her well enough to make such a request, but as Hakuba looked around the immediate area, he found that he didn’t have much of a choice. If that woman had seen him, and he appeared to be on his own, there would be no escape from several long hours of drama. A little awkward forwardness seemed, in that context, a fair bargain.
So, putting on his best, most nervous smile, he leaned closer to Madison and whispered, “Kiss me… Please. I’ll explain later.”
whisper ~
It had been kind of a stupid setup, really, and Hakuba wondered if it would even work. He had his doubts, despite the preparation, but there was really nothing more that he could do about it. One of his high-brow clients was receiving death threats surrounding the particular event — a ball/charity auction with open bar and catered dinner — and everyone had to have a date. The detective wondered if his client had mentioned this specific detail on purpose. Hakuba normally went to these sort of socialite events going stag, content to do his own browsing and mingling without any sort of preformed attachment, but since it had been required…
At least Nakamori-chan had acknowledged that it was just for a case. Sort of. He wasn’t actually sure how she felt about the whole thing. As honest and up front as he’d been about it, he was never really clear on what, exactly, went on in a teenage girl’s mind, and even he had to admit that they were a smart-looking pair as they walked up the steps to the mansion, arm in arm.
He glanced at her, brows lifting, and offered a small, reassuring smile. They’d gone over all of the protocol for this sort of event at least a dozen times, so things would be all right. She would be safe, Hakuba would get the bad guy, and all would turn out to be a lovely evening. He was sure of it.
Slipping his other hand up to give Aoko’s a squeeze, he chuckled, and gestured for her to step inside the opened doors, first. “It’s now or never,” he whispered, and moved his closer hand to the small of her back to direct her inside.
whispers
It wasn’t allowed, and Hakuba knew that, but he couldn’t help the impulse when Saphir was just so close to him. He’d thought about it time and time again, but had never actually thought he’d do it. But, then again, life was so short, anyway, you had to take opportunities when they came, even if they sometimes seemed like the worst ideas possible, right?
So, with just a moment more of hesitation, Hakuba reached over to card his fingers through Saphir’s hair, feigning innocence as he looked away, smiling. “You’re perfect,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper as if it would make things kosher.
It had just been far too tempting.
“Whisper~”
There was something about having a secret boyfriend that made lectures much more tiring. Hakuba still took notes, sure, and he studied hard, but he couldn’t stop glancing over at the boy across the room, wondering if he was just as distracted as he was. He realized it was kind of a silly question, though, since Kaito always seemed distracted, or at the very least, always seemed bored. Like a jack russell terrier, if the prankster didn’t burn off some energy several times a day, nothing — not even the furniture — was safe.
Conversely, Hakuba was usually much more calm. Usually. As it was, stretching his legs out under the desk and switching the language in which he took notes was doing very little for his own levels of boredom, and his thoughts drifted here, there, and everywhere else but the classroom.
The moment it was lunchtime, the detective was out of his desk and walking over to Kaito with long, confident strides. Fellow classmates wondered, watching — was there going to be another accusation today? The two had been so antagonistic toward each other. When was Hakuba going to let it go? Several flinched, even, when the detective dropped both palms against other teen’s desk, leaning over with a wide, challenging smirk before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Let’s get out of here.”
Whisper {why am I RPing during a Physics lecture?}
(Probably because that’s a GREAT time to be RPing!!! :D)
It really had been a night for bad decisions. The detective had made his deduction perfectly clear, yes, and Nakamori-keibu had actually listened to him for once, but nothing had gone right at all. Especially not, when overcome with frustration at the ‘I told you sos’ from the other Task Force members, he’d struck out on his own to try to reclaim something of his dignity. And while he found the thief again with relative ease enough to surprise him, what surprised him more was that his first impulse was to kiss the damned guy.
Which he did, the moment he slapped the handcuffs on him.
Blushing furiously, Hakuba tore his gaze away and whispered, “You were a mistake.”