Neohart... so, well, myself !

Neohart is an anthropomorphic Braixen standing tall at 1.84 meters. His figure is slender yet well-defined, reflecting a graceful, almost feline agility in his movements. His fur is primarily a soft cream color, accented with vivid orange tufts on his large, fluffy ears and his voluminous tail, which resembles a flickering flame.

His piercing blue eyes are expressive and deep, standing out against the warm tones of his fur. His gaze conveys both intelligence and kindness—true to his gentle, attentive nature. A tuft of light chestnut hair is styled to the side, adding a more human touch to his already harmonious face.

He wears a pale pink button-up shirt, slightly fitted and with the sleeves rolled up to the forearms, giving him a look that’s both casual and neat. His dark blue jeans are well-fitted, complementing the outfit elegantly without restricting his movement.

In one hand, he holds a bottle of water with a lime design on the label—a small but fitting detail that reinforces his calm and collected demeanor, as if he takes care of others just as much as he does himself.

Neohart is a gentle soul, radiating a natural softness that never comes across as naïve. He listens with rare sincerity—fully present in the moment, attuned not just to words, but to silences, to flickering glances, to the subtle gestures that reveal unspoken emotions. For those fortunate enough to be part of his circle, he is a true refuge—a calm heart amidst the chaos of life.

But Neohart is far from passive. Beneath his gentle demeanor lies a quiet strength—the kind that knows when to rise, when to speak, when to act. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to be heard; his choices are guided by a quiet yet unwavering sense of conviction. He’s capable of taking risks when it truly matters, especially to protect what he believes is right.

Empathetic yet clear-sighted, he understands that people’s stories are often far more complex than they seem. He doesn’t judge—he welcomes. He doesn’t try to fix what only needs to be heard. And above all, he doesn’t forget himself. He knows the value of his own needs, his boundaries, and maintains a rare balance between generosity and self-respect.

Neohart finds joy in the simple things. A walk at dawn, a shared sunset, an afternoon at a café with a friend or a lover—these are the moments that truly nourish his heart. He doesn't seek out chaos, but rather the warmth of sincere, quiet instants where the world seems to slow down just enough to breathe in time with him.

He has a well-known soft spot for Kirin lemon iced tea—a passion he takes quite seriously. He never goes anywhere without his trusty backpack, which doubles as a portable cooler. Inside, you’ll almost always find one or two bottles of his beloved drink, which he savors like a small, sacred ritual.

Tucked in an inner pocket of that backpack is a worn little notebook and a pen. He uses it whenever inspiration strikes—jotting down a phrase, a concept, a fleeting image. This notebook is an extension of his imagination, a space where the seeds of new worlds are planted.

Because Neohart is a tabletop role-playing game creator. He designs his own game systems from scratch, along with original scenarios that blend introspection, emotion, and adventure. It's in this craft that he channels his empathy and deep understanding of others—shaping stories where every choice matters, and where every character has space to truly exist.

Neohart lives in a spacious, sunlit apartment in Tokyo that he shares with his two pillars: his sister Neoma and his brother Roxas. Their home is a gentle blend of warmth and balance—a space where everyone has their place, where care flows naturally, and no one ever feels out of step.

Neoma, the eldest, is the nurturing heart of the trio. She's the kind to cook comfort meals on cloudy days and always has time to sit and listen, a warm cup of tea in hand. She has that calming presence—like a soft blanket draped over your shoulders after a long day—able to soothe with just a look.

Roxas, on the other hand, is the reliable one. Responsible, structured, and probably already settled into a stable job, he's the one making sure the bills are paid, the plans are grounded, and no one drifts too far off course. He might seem strict at first, but behind that careful demeanor is a fiercely loyal heart.

And then there’s Neohart—the dreamer, the creator—who thrives in this nurturing soil where ideas can bloom freely.

But balance wouldn’t be complete without Laura, a Delwott with sparkling eyes and a wonderfully chaotic soul. Their relationship is open, sincere, and never lacking in tenderness. Laura is the whirlwind that throws open the windows of routine and pulls Neohart into adventures as strange as they are unforgettable. She’s the one who shook him out of his shell, as he sometimes puts it with a smile. Thanks to her, he’s discovered the joyful strangeness of life and the thrill of the unexpected. Though they both enjoy life’s simple pleasures on their own terms, they always come back to each other with that same knowing, affectionate grin.