Name: Hitoshi Maori

Alias: Toshi

Date of Birth: April 9th, 2002

Age: 23

Primary Gender: Male

Secondary Gender: Omega

Character's Scent: Cinnamon Roll

Sexuality: Bi-Curious

Race: Japanese

Species: Human

Hobbies: Enjoys independent filming, photography and 3d Modelling and tinkering with devices electronic and mechanical alike, and finally reading Manga and American comics.

Personality: Used to be seen as relatively lazy man from the outside, Hitoshi is the kind of person that is slothful until he gets a fire of inspiration lit in him. He is a self taught artist, typically motivated by either the promise of money, food, or a unique challenge that he's yet to tackle. He'd meet the definition of NEET if it weren't for the vouching of his few close friends. Generally a homebody and primarily nocturnal at this point he has a habit of simultaneously sleeping in and getting almost no sleep, rarely leaving his den of electronics unless it is to do necessary chores, fuelling his sweet tooth, or otherwise getting whatever meal he's currently craving that he can't simply order for delivery. Sometimes he will also disappear for a few days on a trip to some location he's read about with his favorite camera to take some pictures of whatever caught his eye. On occasion he will allow himself to be pulled along on an adventure with his friends should he be invited, or forced which sometimes he is when his friends think he hasn't been out lately. He may complain about it at first but he always appreciates it soon after, and they all know it. Recently he's gotten himself a corgi which has drastically changed his outgoingness and willingness to go out from time to time, but usually only because his favorite pup is eager to do something.

Occupation: Freelance Photographer, Videographer, Artist, and Editor.

Place of Living: Red Fountain Apartments

Original or Canon: Original

Face Claim: Made with Picrew

Appearance: Thin, not particularly tall or strong, his metabolism is still very high and quite frankly his appetite is absurd at times. He wears glasses to help with blue light from all of the time he's staring at various screens and has a habit of dying his long hair (he hates going to get it cut) what he would consider his trademark silverish white.


History: Hitoshi has always been a city child, his parents once said if he had ever showed such interest in religion as he had in tech, cartoons, and games, he'd be a cardinal by now. Always asking how and why, he learned things quickly and saw connections and drew lines where few else he'd spoken to did as well. His teachers found him either to be the most difficult child to deal with from his numerous questions and pestering or their finest student who absorbed information at a rapid rate. Once the Internet became more easily accessible and affordable when he was around 8 his parents got a computer for the home and he was rarely seen away from it. His grades were steady enough, and he always seemed to be looking at something remotely educational or doing something with an art program he'd found on it so his parents saw little reason to restrict it, especially seeing the things he did with the Paint program. Plus the drastic reduction in seemingly innumerable questions didn't hurt either. His parents were as supportive as they could be, though they had a good deal of trouble trying to relate to him and his interests. His father was a office worker and his mother worked at a mini-mart, and neither had more than a surface level interest in his hobbies aside from the occasional shared interest in a scant few television shows. They worried for his financial safety but were somewhat put at ease when his artistic pursuits began bringing in a good chunk of change even before graduation.

Not even out of school he received commissions for artwork from not only his classmates but strangers online to the point that by his graduation he had a small solo business going where he made enough to support himself. Given his history of self-education and seeing little reason to pay for additional schooling as he was already making a good amount of money, he resolved to simply carry on without an official higher education, and use the money and time he'd spend on academia on nice enough equipment and a small apartment. As things stand now he happily maintains a comfy lifestyle with just himself and a stray corgi he'd adopted and named Ein after his favorite fictional corgi.

"Aye, true enough. Either that or someone at HQ forgot to do convert my sizes to Japanese." He smiled at her as he enjoyed the water's warmth. It was a little ironic she said that given how the night had gone so far. He'd hoped it would go this well of course, but he'd be very bad at his job if he expected his best laid plans to always go unchallenged. That said he hadn't quite expected to come out of the situation with him claiming her either, though he wasn't complaining. "I really ought to look into buying a place here though. The hotel is ritzy and all but not exactly an asset. Think my accountant might have an aneurism too if I don't cut down on costs. I'm learning too many Swiss swears.." He let out a chuckle.

He knew Japan allowed foreigners to buy properties and land, it would probably be wise to snatch up something a little less high profile. Especially now that he had Sadie to really consider. The pair never really discussed finances outside of the logistics of her running her own business, and he wasn't a numbers guy to begin with. His contract covered his room and board where ever he went since he was technically on call twenty four seven, and he wasn't normally a big spender either. All that considered on top of the investments and interest he gets, he could probably retire and live a middle class lifestyle by himself with cash to spare. If he played his cards smart he could swing even Sadie. Would definitely be harder if they managed to spawn a kid. The prospect of running low on cash and having to get a normal job was a special kind of dread in the back of his mind.

Giovanni knew her tells well, when she got loud like that he knew she was past the point of no return and it drove him wild. He gave her every thing he had, like a well oiled machine he rocked his hips and bounced her against the bed just to get a little more leverage as she locked her legs around him. Her passionate begging as she came on his cock, her nails clawing at his back, the sweet sounds she made as her body reacted to the pleasure he was giving her demanded one more thing, and that was a a proper creampie. With one last thrust he plunged his pride as deep as she could take it, her body long since mastering the task before he filled her to the brim with draconic seed like so many times before and accepting her lazy hazy kiss.

With how eagerly often the two enjoyed each others company like this it was a minor miracle that his seed had yet to take even with the birth control in mind. He'd read once that dragons could breed with just about every sentient being, and that their essence was quite hardy to be capable of doing so. Even so he wondered as he picked her up and traded positions, how many more times it would hold out against her being flooded like this. He wouldn't mind having another child to dote upon, especially since his daughter was practically all grown up. If only the older generation of Tempests were easier to convince than his sister.

She would have it all. Giovanni grunted as he felt her reaching her climax, the first of what would be many tonight, and braced himself to give her what she was begging for. He planting his feet he gave her everything he could, every last bit of his pride was hard at work pushing her to that edge of ecstasy. He leaned in closer and gave her a passionate kiss, his long tongue dancing with hers as their bodies pressed against each other with fervent need and desire. He could even hear the bed frame strain with every thrust, discontent with the love making it was not quite equipped to handle. If her pleasure was molten lava, nearing a climactic eruption with every sensation, his was a mighty storm brewing and swirling and churning inside him, ready to sent bolts from the heavens to join his heavens with her earth.

He was the brink himself, his mind taking in every little bit of her. Maybe it was just his draconic nature, or maybe it was just his love for Calla but deep inside him he felt the need to claim her as his intensify ten fold whenever they got like this. He wanted to fill her to the brim with his seed more than anything and see her thoroughly bred and content at his side. Certainly a possibility, after all his first daughter was born to a human mother, but it wasn't a likely one. Dragons were known for being able to mix with any creature, especially humans, but it wasn't common for it to take. Not through lack of trying however, he and Calla had made such passionate love a great many times at this point, and he has filled her womb eagerly and repeatedly but no baby dragons quite yet.

Calla was special, not only was she an amazing woman in and out of bed, but she knew how to bring out exactly what she wanted in Giovanni. How to tease and poke all the right little buttons to elicit the right responses in her big blue dragon, right down to the little touches and sounds he loved so much. Her heat stoked his burning passion. The feeling of her legs wrapped around him let him know there was no turning back if she had any say in the matter, as if he would try to back out now. The feeling of her body adjusting to his form with familiar ease and skill gave him a deep sense of intimacy and desire. The feeling of her pressing on him from all angles, even from outside of her depths, and her words kindled the pride of making sure she got all that she asked for and more. He traced a hand gently up her body for only a brief moment before quickly getting a light grip on her neck and applying some pressure. She knew how to press his buttons, but he knew how to press hers too.

"Oh I will my dear Calla." He answered her challenge with a husky breath, his eyes glowing with an almost predatory glint. As soon as the words left his mouth he began ravaging her, pinning her down to the bed as he rutted away at her. Every thrust he reached her deepest parts as he filled her with every inch he had to offer and using the bounce of the bed to pound away harder each time. All the while he took in her beauty and just how Damn sexy she looked as she got exactly what she wanted, while being ever mindful of the amount of pressure he applied to her throat. It wasn't the first time he's done this, and there would definitely be plenty of marks for her to cover up later, but he knew she loved this. She wanted him to lose control, so he'd really make her melt as he marked every inch of her body with his passion.

Giovanni grinned as Calla rapidly disrobed him like he was the first present on Christmas day. Her deft fingers had his shirt undone and nearly tore the shirt off his back in her excitement, and he loved that eagerness. She wanted to be ravaged and couldn't wait any longer for the dragon to claim her once again. He shed his shirt in a hurry and tossed it to the floor as she spoke, her accent had improved greatly and he loved hearing her voice talk like that. "Oh, I will my love." He let out a husky chuckle as he leaned over her and got a generous handful of her breast as he began licking and nipping at her neck and ear, the only thing between them for this short moment being a just his pants and her lingerie.

"You better brace yourself," He whispered into her ear before with a quick motion the hand on her chest pulled away and tore the bra off her breasts in one yank before returning to play with her nipple, pinching it between his fingers and giving it a pull. "I'm gonna make sure you can't stand before I'm through with you." He gave her neck a kiss, then her jaw line, and then her lips in a trail of passion as he pressed his body against hers to feel her warmth, skin to scale. A moment of rough handling and passionate kissing he pulled away for a moment to clear the last couple obstacles between him and his prize. He couldn't help but feel extra pleased as he undid his belt, he could see how wet she had gotten for him, her panties were soaking through and he was ready to give it just what it craved so much. He freed his draconic pride from his pants pants and pressed it against her for a moment, to show just how far it would be buried in her in just a few more moments. He gently traced a finger up along her slit through her panties as a tease, lingering for just a extra moment on her clit before going just a bit hire to the hem of her thong and tugging at; Just the same as the bra it tore away with ease with a snap of stitches, leaving her womanhood bare and ready for for him to give her exactly what she desired.

"So wet already my love, all ready for the storm to come." Gio grinned again, flashing his teeth as he pressed forward sliding inside of her with a moan before giving her another passionate kiss while his hips moved on their own.

Zach felt better after committing, the warmth that washed over him was reassuring and comforting, almost like stepping into a hot spring but not quite as hot. A tension he didn't know he had eased, if only a little bit, and he felt content beneath her as her fingers traced through his hair. He felt as though all of his senses were focused entirely upon her without effort. The smell of mint and cucumber saturated the room so intensely it seemed that the place would need a deep cleaning just to make it a little less intense. After a few moment of basking in the new connection they now shared, Zach finally realized he could probably pull away from her neck, as much as didn't want to just yet.

"That felt...good. But I'm not sure how things changed." He looked up at her almost dreamily before recentering himself. "Do you feel anything weird?" He asked with light concern in his voice, she didn't seem distressed at least, and her head was still on her shoulders which was a good sign? Honestly it'd been nice if there were more of his kind about to ask about this before hand but they were very few and far between. "Head doesn't feel like its gonna slide off or anything does it?" He joked as he glanced at her neck as if it were going to start separating at any moment. Concern aside he was clearly glad he made this decision.

That was a comfort and he felt silly for not paying attention in those classes now, but he wasn't exactly the studious type to begin with. Reading textbook on a subject was far more tedious than reading a good novel, playing a game, or honestly any other form of recreation, and he was never great at it. But he knew Sadie was far more like to know what she's talking about in this regard and had no doubts about it. He did sort of deserve her poking though, embarrassing as it was. "I believe you...but if your head falls off don't start screaming bloody murder okay?" He only half joked, but he was confident that this was the correct choice.

He squeezed her a little tighter for a moment to brace himself for whatever he was about to experience, or double experience? It was a little hard to imagine what the new Sadie Sense he'd be unlocking would feel like, none of his teammates who were married ever mentioned it interfering with their work or relationship, even Mao's wife didn't know what he did for a living, so maybe it wasn't that strong of a link. He banished the last worry from his mind and reminded himself that this was Sadie he was thinking about, she would definitely be able to handle whatever was to come from this. Zach leaned up to where she had indicated a moment ago and closed his eyes, opened his mouth and bit her with a just enough force he'd gotten used to using to leave hickies on her thighs.