0000 ☉ APPLICATION
Name: Ang
Age: 18 [in like a few weeks okay IT COUNTS]
Your LJ: ironicbonds
E-Mail: chaotic.storms[AT]gmail.com
Instant Messenger: Gunmetallic Gray [AIM]
Character: Irie Shouichi (WIKI)
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Timeline: Chapter 208
Elaboration:
Let's cut to the chase: Irie Shouichi appears to be one of the most contradictory characters around- and in a series like Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, this is saying a lot. He's naturally red haired, green eyed and supposedly Japanese (lol genes lol). He starts off as a geeky sort of kid running about and yelling that people were shooting at him (which is kind of understandable, people really were shooting at him). Then, ten years later, long after everyone had forgotten about the minor, unimportant weird kid, he turns out to have grown up really, really well.
So well that he's now second in command of what is possibly the strongest Mafia family in the world.
He still stands out- even in a family such as that. He's grouchy, oversleeps, tends to shout at people to order them around, gets stomachaches a lot and thinks that other people are violent, stupid idiots. Not exactly very inspiring, right up until he takes command of an entire base with little help. He's that kind of guy, the kind of person who complains that other people are too violent, and then shortly afterwards orders the death of a person he's known for years.
But there's a difference. He can't stand needless violence, he can't stand waste, doing things when they're not necessary. That's pointless, and to him, a lousy use of his time and energy. Kill people for fun? That's never been his taste, never been his kind of thing. But if it's for the family, if they're a liability, well...
...That's just how it is.
He's the kind of person who performs best under pressure (even if he hates it), and who's totally and completely dedicated to whatever his job is. Maybe, if he'd just been left to his own devices, he'd have ended up just as a student somewhere, slogging away at a project that's not really to his interest. But some things happened in ten years, and now, there isn't really any other way he could live. He's loyal to his family, fiercely loyal, because of both fear and respect. And he knows- if he leaves, he dies. If he fails, he dies.
He really doesn't want to die.
That much hasn't changed about him.
But for all his contradictions, it's quite easy to sum up exactly what he is, as of this very point in time.
He's Irie Shouichi, Captain of the Second Rose Squad of the Millefiore, and that's the only identity he believes he's ever had.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?:
1. Millefiore Sun ring
2. Secondary ring & box
3. Clothes, namely
a) Blood + Pepper shirt
b) Millefiore White Spell uniform, complete with tracking device
c) Boots
d) Headphones
e) Music Player
Third-Person Sample:
He looks ordinary, he seems so ordinary, that's the one thing that's remarkable about him. Because from the look at it, it's so very easy to say that there's nothing special to him. Look at him; his hair's messy, uncombed, uncut- he's just got out of bed and the expression on his face is tired, like he's been working overnight and napped rather than slept. He's wearing a band shirt, his favourite band, their music beating a rhythm over the headphones around his neck. He taps time on his desk, which is covered by a laptop and papers and CDs and half-empty drink cans, and just from looking at that, it's so ordinary, so fitting for a person his age.
He looks to be barely out of college, anyway. Young. Idealistic- or perhaps not, because take a step back and look again, and this is what you'll see:
Next to him on the floor is a jacket, cream-white and crumpled, but from the look of it expensive. If he was wearing it, it'd be obvious that it was tailored perfectly for him. Take another step back and note that he's alone at his desk, beneath his equipment and his experiments, that this is no bedroom, that this is no ordinary place. It's fitted with the latest in technological advances, everything you've ever heard of and some things you haven't. And watch him- watch how he's perfectly comfortable here, in the middle of a place that looks more fit to be a research institution than a slacker's hideout.
And to think that he is ordinary is the biggest mistake that anyone could ever make.
But that's him, there, hardly bothering with thinking about the hows and the whys of his situation (the past was long gone, long forgotten, anyway-) and all he's concerned with now is making whatever he has work in the present. He knows well enough that he's just as much as a tool as the equipment he handles, and he knows all about handling tools, that if you push them too far, too hard-
-Oh, it'll be the expectation that'll kill him in the end, he knows.
But put under fire, iron hammered into steel and sharpened to its edge, and he'll be the one to carry out exactly what's needed, when needed. He's the most trusted, most reliable (more than anyone else, but it'll never been enough), he's everything he was made to be.
Watch. He'll tidy his notes only to have them messed up the next morning, he'll complain of stomach aches and pains and then when the intercom clicks on and the voice of the only person he'll recognize as his superior hits him, watch him.
"Byakuran-"
He'll say, and there's a hundred different meanings in that.
"-Please trust me. I'll take care of everything."
First-Person Sample: [ a click, a buzz and it's like something firing into life- ]
What- No. No, that's not possible- this can't be-
[ the voice started out quietly, but listen, you can hear it rise- ]
Damn it! Those Vongola, I should have known- I told them about him, but they-
...Fools. But this is something else-
Shit, this- what's this- what's going on?!
[ -and just as suddenly as it came on, the transmission ends. ]
Age: 18 [in like a few weeks okay IT COUNTS]
Your LJ: ironicbonds
E-Mail: chaotic.storms[AT]gmail.com
Instant Messenger: Gunmetallic Gray [AIM]
Character: Irie Shouichi (WIKI)
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Timeline: Chapter 208
Elaboration:
Let's cut to the chase: Irie Shouichi appears to be one of the most contradictory characters around- and in a series like Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, this is saying a lot. He's naturally red haired, green eyed and supposedly Japanese (lol genes lol). He starts off as a geeky sort of kid running about and yelling that people were shooting at him (which is kind of understandable, people really were shooting at him). Then, ten years later, long after everyone had forgotten about the minor, unimportant weird kid, he turns out to have grown up really, really well.
So well that he's now second in command of what is possibly the strongest Mafia family in the world.
He still stands out- even in a family such as that. He's grouchy, oversleeps, tends to shout at people to order them around, gets stomachaches a lot and thinks that other people are violent, stupid idiots. Not exactly very inspiring, right up until he takes command of an entire base with little help. He's that kind of guy, the kind of person who complains that other people are too violent, and then shortly afterwards orders the death of a person he's known for years.
But there's a difference. He can't stand needless violence, he can't stand waste, doing things when they're not necessary. That's pointless, and to him, a lousy use of his time and energy. Kill people for fun? That's never been his taste, never been his kind of thing. But if it's for the family, if they're a liability, well...
...That's just how it is.
He's the kind of person who performs best under pressure (even if he hates it), and who's totally and completely dedicated to whatever his job is. Maybe, if he'd just been left to his own devices, he'd have ended up just as a student somewhere, slogging away at a project that's not really to his interest. But some things happened in ten years, and now, there isn't really any other way he could live. He's loyal to his family, fiercely loyal, because of both fear and respect. And he knows- if he leaves, he dies. If he fails, he dies.
He really doesn't want to die.
That much hasn't changed about him.
But for all his contradictions, it's quite easy to sum up exactly what he is, as of this very point in time.
He's Irie Shouichi, Captain of the Second Rose Squad of the Millefiore, and that's the only identity he believes he's ever had.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?:
1. Millefiore Sun ring
2. Secondary ring & box
3. Clothes, namely
a) Blood + Pepper shirt
b) Millefiore White Spell uniform, complete with tracking device
c) Boots
d) Headphones
e) Music Player
Third-Person Sample:
He looks ordinary, he seems so ordinary, that's the one thing that's remarkable about him. Because from the look at it, it's so very easy to say that there's nothing special to him. Look at him; his hair's messy, uncombed, uncut- he's just got out of bed and the expression on his face is tired, like he's been working overnight and napped rather than slept. He's wearing a band shirt, his favourite band, their music beating a rhythm over the headphones around his neck. He taps time on his desk, which is covered by a laptop and papers and CDs and half-empty drink cans, and just from looking at that, it's so ordinary, so fitting for a person his age.
He looks to be barely out of college, anyway. Young. Idealistic- or perhaps not, because take a step back and look again, and this is what you'll see:
Next to him on the floor is a jacket, cream-white and crumpled, but from the look of it expensive. If he was wearing it, it'd be obvious that it was tailored perfectly for him. Take another step back and note that he's alone at his desk, beneath his equipment and his experiments, that this is no bedroom, that this is no ordinary place. It's fitted with the latest in technological advances, everything you've ever heard of and some things you haven't. And watch him- watch how he's perfectly comfortable here, in the middle of a place that looks more fit to be a research institution than a slacker's hideout.
And to think that he is ordinary is the biggest mistake that anyone could ever make.
But that's him, there, hardly bothering with thinking about the hows and the whys of his situation (the past was long gone, long forgotten, anyway-) and all he's concerned with now is making whatever he has work in the present. He knows well enough that he's just as much as a tool as the equipment he handles, and he knows all about handling tools, that if you push them too far, too hard-
-Oh, it'll be the expectation that'll kill him in the end, he knows.
But put under fire, iron hammered into steel and sharpened to its edge, and he'll be the one to carry out exactly what's needed, when needed. He's the most trusted, most reliable (more than anyone else, but it'll never been enough), he's everything he was made to be.
Watch. He'll tidy his notes only to have them messed up the next morning, he'll complain of stomach aches and pains and then when the intercom clicks on and the voice of the only person he'll recognize as his superior hits him, watch him.
"Byakuran-"
He'll say, and there's a hundred different meanings in that.
"-Please trust me. I'll take care of everything."
First-Person Sample: [ a click, a buzz and it's like something firing into life- ]
What- No. No, that's not possible- this can't be-
[ the voice started out quietly, but listen, you can hear it rise- ]
Damn it! Those Vongola, I should have known- I told them about him, but they-
...Fools. But this is something else-
Shit, this- what's this- what's going on?!
[ -and just as suddenly as it came on, the transmission ends. ]