MIYU - RACING @ THE SPEED OF LOVE

when i'm old or grey or thirty -

GENERAL

miyu fortis-voluit
male
22 years

ALLEGIANCE

here i am with my ninja kan-gang
andi. seriously.

OVERVIEW

+ demon
+ older sibling
+ honestly ridiculous spiky brown hair with bangs 
+ clear dark blue eyes 
+ 5'6 - (how much of it is hair? we don't know)
+ two indigo bat wings on either side of each foot
+ large cream ram horns 
+ dark purple streaks under his eyes
+ right arm covered by purple tiger-stripe lines
+ loyal to a fault, but only to andi
+ shamelessly reckless, annoyingly persistent
+ constantly holding his demon in check.
+ gotta be the best big brother he can be, after all.


or whatever happens first!

APPEARANCE

Possessing the typical traits of a demon plainly from head to toe - bulky ram horns in a definitive dominating curl about the sides of his head, roots entirely glossed over by tufts of very uncontrollable puffy hair, the two indigo markings immediately visible running horizontally from under his eyes to the sides and invisibly encircling the back of his head plus the forest of the same markings running up and entirely down his right arm, some lines curling around and in a long majestic flow of natural colour and disjointed while independent others only spiked and stopped short without being connected to any larger line, in a maelstrom of tiger-like tattoos swathed down to the wrist - there left absolutely no doubt that Miyu was not human.

What seemed to put people off wasn't his appearance, after all. 

The demon's hair is uncontrollable, brown and in semi-long soft spikes that jutted out shorter at his neck and at the sides of his face in front of his ram horns - jagged bangs swept over his forehead just above and even in between eyes a vivid crystal cerulean. His natural expression, though typically jubilant with his eyes creased upwardly half-closed with his wide enthused and self-assured grin, is a startlingly brooding one; dark eyebrows pulling down at the center and his mouth flattening out into a grim even if unintentional line, as if all his features were weighted down by the same anvil of pressure and age. This face never lasted long, curving up into a laughing beam or else into a playfully contemptuous smirk upon the sight of anyone to talk to, but overall was surely something to double-take at.

PERSONALITY

It's two thousand and late for anyone to immediately jump to conclusions about demons; vicious and depraved, bloodthirsty with their teeth dripping with either blood and bits of flesh or saliva from the mere thought of it - absolute monsters, unable to be tamed, wildly feral and ferally wild - and overall cloying monsters that crept into your house and slaughtered all your loved ones with the echo of a screeching laugh their foreshadow. 

On the other hand, it's not entirely wrong. You saw demons all the time that lived up to their name in pure sin, cracking their tails and gnashing ferociously spiked teeth that left nothing to the imagination for what they were used for; often overcompensating demons, still weak on their feet and snapping out at others in the sake of cowering self-preservation, but so often were the demons that ruled with genuine hate - hate for being penned in like sheep, tamed by the progression of society around them and even accommodating them, like they were nothing but another mere breed of damned human - such that they lived and breathed nothing but the truly demonic intent of strewn intestines and the world shadowed in crimson flames.

Miyu frantically locked the front door behind him and raced after Andi with calls of her name bellowing out of his lungs, wheezing overdramatically and flapping his wings in fervid conjunction to keep him upright even sagging with exhaustion (or so he called it) as he trotted up beside his sister, and he beamed at her and everyone so frequently and thoughtlessly you could almost hear him subliminally going, "Who, me? A demon? You sure?" On the other hand, being a demon was never something that Miyu denied - for so many things he could find faults in demons for having, for simply being, Miyu's supposedly unusual demeanor was not held with any wish to be particularly human.

If being stronger, faster, more acute than a human, meant that he could better cut off dangers before they ever took a single glimpse at his younger sister, then it was really something you couldn't fault. 

In any case, being a demon was a natural thing. He couldn't regret being a demon, however constantly the beats of flitting devastating impulses to shred and tear and wreak havoc swept over him, because ... well, it was who he was. It wasn't as if he resigned himself to his fate, either, glumly accepting that he couldn't change who he was and simply trudging on through life with a fake smile belying his true internal agony. No, Miyu was happy. He couldn't be happier, really (except maybe if he was able to get a steady income and support Andi and maybe if Andi stopped sneaking out and maybe if they were able to function as a truly content, normal family, free of any typical second-world worries), being a demon or no. 

Honestly, it simply wasn't an issue. He was Andi's demon big brother and that was it.

(On the other hand, what got on his back were the whispers.)