Ye Olde Concrit Post

Standing disclaimer: Kanda is an anti-social grouch with an attitude problem. His mun, though sometimes cynical, is not and is simply doing all of this for the enjoyment and the fun IC tensions. If Kanda has been rude or abrasive to your character, please know that it is in no way an attempt on my part to ruffle feathers OOC.


That said, comments on characterization, voice, writing, and whatnot can be left here. Comment screening is on.

I reserve the right to comment back (or not) and to take suggestions or not, but I can assure that I am not put off or offended by earnest critique.

In many ways, Kanda's past remains so veiled that it's hard to summarize it at all—information about his history has only recently begun to be revealed. ( Info in this post will be updated as new canon becomes available. Again, this information is FOR META KNOWLEDGE ONLY unless your character has a specific way to know about it in game. )

"If you're going through hell, keep going." – Winston Churchill

Kanda awoke to stillness, the near-silent whisper of falling snow. It coated his bare shoulders and his hair, which fell loose and limp and already wet over his cheeks and back.

There should have been a rumble, the shake of the room disintegrating around his ears, the sound of him falling into oblivion along with the cracked stone. Instead there were only the chill smooth banks of snow not even marred by the footprints and furrows of the battle Kanda knew he'd fought just meters away before he lost consciousness.

He remembered everything: the fight with Skinn, standing off against the Noah's penultimate blast, Mugen shattering in his hand, the final winning blow he'd dealt, and the room crumbling down around him before everything went black. He hadn't expected to wake up again. ( And now that he had... )