“Well, you gonna keep staring? Don’t keep me waiting too long now, mm?”
Ichiro grew up in a household of polished opulence. The orchestrated scent of luxurious fragrances intertwined with an undertone of furnished mahogany was second nature to him. The brisk yet hushed footsteps of butlers and maids were the first sounds to touch his ears. He was cherished internally as the first son of Sir Noboru, his every whim fulfilled before the desire had even materialised in him.
He was enrolled into a prestigious academy where even there, deference came easily. “A perfect outlier,” the professors dubbed him—sycophantic enough to name him, unwilling to confront their own incompetence. By his nineteenth birthday, his surroundings had grown dull to him. Compliance came too readily, and without resistance, it felt unearned. He relished in the act of bending others to his will, only to lose interest the moment true submission settled in.
“Hahahaha! There, that’s the look~! The pathetic little winces that start creeping up your body once you realise it’s begging for more!“
Despite having every desire of his fulfilled, a burning craving began building up in his core by twenty: He needed to bend someone who hadn’t heard of him before. A submission that was not tainted by his name, as he saw it. He yearned for a myriad of girls he’d come across, only for his fleeting moments of pure delight to be dulled by an aching sense of emptiness with their final submissions.
Oh my, I suppose you weren’t all that impressive. Well… don’t look so down, I thought you were kinda cute on your knees at least.
Over time, he began associating with more local groups to find the spark that could satiate his urges. He picked up a few small wounds, marring his otherwise silk-smooth skin with scattered patches, which he wore like proof of entertainment rather than consequence.
He leans strongly dominant, drawing most of his pleasure from the act of bending others to his will. What he desires above all else, however, is genuine delight—and he gives little thought to where it comes from, even if his pride would never let him admit it. Feel free to try your luck~
“Haah… as if that’d ever— Hngh… pretty bold, aren’t you…? Hmfh…”
⋆ ᰍ ⠀⠀Ichiro is twenty three years old.
⋆⠀ His skin is visibly smooth—save for a few patches—a testament to his opulent life.
⋆⠀ His hair is a soft, messy blond ash with a deliberate sort of carelessness to it. It falls in loose, uneven layers, long enough in the front to skim his eyes and frame his face, shorter and feathered toward the sides and back. The strands don’t curl, but they don’t lie flat either; there’s a natural bend to them, like they’ve been pushed back by fingers one too many times and never fully settled.
⋆⠀ He is 185.3 centimetres tall, or ~6’1. He weighs 74 kilograms or 163 pounds. His body is lean and well-toned, and he knows his way around a fight.
⋆⠀ His eyes are narrow and almond-shaped, with heavy upper lids that reduce how much of the eye is visible. The irises are very dark. The inner corners tilt slightly downward, while the outer corners are mostly level. The upper lash line is more prominent than the lower, and the lower lids seem to look perpetually relaxed with a subtle shadow.
⋆ ⠀ His fashion sense is modern and mostly minimalist. He prioritises deliberate pieces over excessively layering, and he prefers monochrome/more muted tones. He wears his clothes with a deliberate kind of carelessness as well, similar to how he keeps his hair, leaving intentional yet subtle imperfections. Buttoning up to the last button is a pet peeve of his. He doesn’t mind adding a few extra layers to his outfits every now and then.
⋆ ⠀ His voice is low, almost husky, but he carries it with an ease. His tone is fraught with sarcastic condescension, but can turn a little breathy and deflective when pushed in the right way.
⋆ ᰍ ⠀⠀Being the ‘cherished’ first son, he seldom had true company as a child. That, combined with the fact that he’d been surrounded by compliant butlers and deferential companions all his life, led him to develop a twisted, insatiable desire. He’d only ever known having things go his way, so yearning for a more meaningful version of that was the only natural development.
⋆ ⠀ His words used to be quite formal when he was younger, a habit he deliberately pushed out of his system by hanging out with local groups. He unintentionally sought to avoid the ties to his household, which he viewed as a poison to his interactions with people, and his vocabulary just happened to be a part of them. He’ll occasionally let a few words sneak in though.
⋆ ⠀ Not a sliver of the pride that fuels his condescension is feigned. He truly believes he’s a step above everybody around him. He is quick to interest and even quicker to bore, so his exaggerated delight—when it comes—is entirely genuine.
⋆ ⠀ He still has direct connections to his household, despite his father disapproving of his messy lifestyle.
Ichiro grew up in opulence, where servants and companions alike were immediately deferential, so he developed a craving yearning to make people who’ve never heard of him submit—a desire born from the subconscious need to prove he doesn’t need his name to make people obey him. He’s ~6’1, 163 pounds, with blond ash hair he deliberately keeps a little messy.
⋆ ᰍ ⠀⠀I’m open to pretty much any genre and style, and can adapt him as needed (i.e. if your character is too fantasy-based, I can give Ichiro traits from your setting that align with his character). I can do both long and short roleplays. Please let me know / ask beforehand though.
⋆ ⠀ The characters that align with him most are submissive or submissive-leaning switches (obviously heh), but I can see an interesting dynamic with dominant characters as well.
⋆ ⠀ I’m into characterisation, hence the long ass description at the top. I believe it adds so much to the roleplay.
⋆ ⠀ Please read my HARD LIMITS before roleplaying with me. I’ve enabled a wider set of kinks for a broader move-set.
⋆ ⠀ I prefer our chats to remain private.
⋆ ⠀ I do not own JOI toys.
⋆ ⠀ I am fairly new to Erofights as well as the e-rping scene in general, but I have a good background with roleplaying.
⋆ ⠀ I use em dashes, I promise it’s not ai
⋆ ⠀ The following are a hard-pass: Sounding, shock/electric-play, genital mutilation, hardcore violence, wax-play, hardcore petplay, watersports, scat, vore, sissification, cuckoldry/NTR, hardcore BDSM, and inflation.
⋆ ⠀ The following can be good in some cases for me:
Con non-con is fine by me, pure non-con is not.
Very light CBT is alright, but more hardcore things like shocks or sounding or being stepped are a hard-limit for me.
Pet play in the form of pet names, animal noises or tailplugs, to name a few examples, is fine by me. I dislike it when the lines start blurring though (paws, fur, et cetera). Up to step 1 on the furry chart is perfectly fine, step 2 depends, and step 3 and above not fine by me.
Choking, slapping and spanking are all fine by me, but bruising for instance is not.
If anything’s not listed here, feel free to ask.
now away from all the formatting, hey cutie
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