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Takeyama
Legacy Name: Takeyama


The Hydrus Paralix
Owner: Tiramisu

Age: 8 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: August 8th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 8th, 2015

Statistics


  • Level: 13
     
  • Strength: 31
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 13
     
  • HP: 13/13
     
  • Intelligence: 89
     
  • Books Read: 86
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Certified Art Framer


Takeru Takeyama

"Anyone hardly gets anything right the first time around. So if you screw up once,
don't worry about it."

Growing up in a poor fisherman's family with two brothers and a sister in pre World War II Japan, Takeru is no stranger to hardship and strict discipline, though you would hardly know it if you spoke to him. Blunt and rather vulgar, he's a surviving soldier and freed POW, and his experiences have done a good job of erasing his personal filter. Because of his closeness with his grandson, he ended up making a deal with a demon to reverse his physical age so he could be around for his family longer; so although he still possesses all the memories he did beforehand, physiologically, Takeru is much the same now as he was back when he was in his early forties.

Living life with the same reckless, impulsive gusto he has always enjoyed, Takeru never ceases to nose around and find trouble -- or find innovative ways to get his even more reckless and even less experienced significant other out of it.

"Goddamn it, Squirt, whadd're ya doin'?" A calloused hand -- still annoyingly goddamn arthritic from that hell-begotten army -- raked through short black hair in agitation as he approached Aquari. Who was hovering, ominously, in his knowledgeable opinion, over the stovetop, looking like he was about to quiver right out of his shoes he was so tense.

"Hey, mind your business, Gramps, no looking." Aquari's large, fox ears pinned as he shot Takeru a puff-cheeked look of indignance, trying to shift his slight frame to block whatever he was cooking from the bigger man's sight. "Go, shoo, I can haaandle it!"

Light brown eyes squinted. Like hell he could, but...

But... Maybe this once. A small smile curved Takeru's lips as he threw up his hands in dramatic surrender. This once... He'd let 'im try.

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