Heiwajima Shizuo is violence: clothed up, and encased in a deceptively lean and elegant human form. He punches, he kicks, he crushes, he throws; and for what reason? Just letting off some steam, of course. There is no planning, no premeditation; just raw, unleashed fury and a superhuman body that acts upon it. Shizuo has an impossibly short fuse and berserk buttons situated all over the damn place. When someone is lucky enough to hit one of them, they're really in for something. It all looks calm enough at first. There are no warnings with Shizuo, you see. He'll gently remove the cigarette from his mouth, then snap it in two and crush it under his foot. This is your cue to run the fuck away; it's a tic of his that only surfaces when he's angry. After that, it all goes to hell. He doesn't think anymore, --not coherently, anyway-- the only thing going through his mind is violence, and the many different ways he can inflict it. The many words and death threats bubble and gurgle with great intensity inside his mind, ready to bust right through their container anytime. If you're a nobody to him, then none of your pleas can reach him now. (Well, actually, even the somebodies have something to worry about.)
When angered, his face breaks into a smile --it is an odd one, looking endlessly sadistic yet somehow, you know that what he feels is not sadism. You could almost say that the boiling rage he feels inside crawls to the surface and splits his face in two. It may be the only smile you'll ever get from him. Despite the fact that his mind is in a literal mess, he still manages to form proper sentences. His tone at this point is cold. It is described to be like boiling liquid helium: bone-chilling at the touch yet looking seethingly hot. His words are aggressive, and his actions ...well, you'll probably find the words to describe them yourself when you're lying on that hospital bed. They call him 'Ikebukuro's Automatic Fighting Doll', and with good reason. He truly is 'Automatic', you see. Slight annoyance becomes full-out rage, becomes a-fist-headed-for-your-fucking face; and all in a manner of seconds, like someone simply flipped his switch on. Don't sweat it, however. With such a low tolerance level, he must have quite a quick cool-down too, right? Correct. Just like how the most trivial of things can rile him up, the most trivial of things can also cool him down.(Unless, of course, your name is Orihara Izaya. Then nothing short of your dead, rotting corpse will calm down this man.)
When angered, his face breaks into a smile --it is an odd one, looking endlessly sadistic yet somehow, you know that what he feels is not sadism. You could almost say that the boiling rage he feels inside crawls to the surface and splits his face in two. It may be the only smile you'll ever get from him. Despite the fact that his mind is in a literal mess, he still manages to form proper sentences. His tone at this point is cold. It is described to be like boiling liquid helium: bone-chilling at the touch yet looking seethingly hot. His words are aggressive, and his actions ...well, you'll probably find the words to describe them yourself when you're lying on that hospital bed. They call him 'Ikebukuro's Automatic Fighting Doll', and with good reason. He truly is 'Automatic', you see. Slight annoyance becomes full-out rage, becomes a-fist-headed-for-your-fucking face; and all in a manner of seconds, like someone simply flipped his switch on. Don't sweat it, however. With such a low tolerance level, he must have quite a quick cool-down too, right? Correct. Just like how the most trivial of things can rile him up, the most trivial of things can also cool him down.(Unless, of course, your name is Orihara Izaya. Then nothing short of your dead, rotting corpse will calm down this man.)
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