Your Name/Nickname: Erynn / ari_02 AIM: Erynn716 Email: Erynn716
Character's Name: Hidan
Age: Hell, he couldn't even tell you, stopped counting after 25. One would assume in his late twenties or early thirties give or take.
Sexual Preference: So long as he gets his, Hidan couldn't really give a damn.
Division (also include meaning for their being here): Could Hidan really be anywhere else but Cena? The sheer number of people he's slaughtered in the name of religion (or those who just flat out pissed him off) wouldn't allow for him to be placed anywhere else.
Background (at least two paragraphs): Born in the slums of Cena, Hidan didn't know family in the most traditional sense of the word. He was raised in a religious commune, his earliest memories were those of listening avidly to the one they all called 'Father' preach of the glories of Jashin-sama . While religion itself was almost unheard of in the Red District, anything beginning in a baptism of blood would be more then welcome in such a Godforsaken place. While other children his age were sitting in the less than adequate schools, Hidan was home schooled, learning what he could from those in his 'family', surprisingly surpassing that which was taught in the Cena schools with the wide variety of people that came from various walks of life as well as the differing Districts that were included in their close knit group. By the age of ten he had performed his first human sacrifice with the elders watching on proudly, (animals and such were wasted only on the young ones of course) and began his path working towards an eventual priesthood in their order.
His induction came at the ripe age of 21, completing his training almost 4 years shy of what it normally took to be sworn in as a proper conduit of Jashin himself. His easy going demeanor aided with the new robes of office allowed him a certain degree of freedom between the Districts, a distinct benefit especially once Hidan joined in with the Akatsuki. The ideals of the group didn't particularly call to him (didn't make any fuckin' sense in his humble opinion), but who was he to argue when he was allowed to do as he pleased with the unfortunate heathens who wandered across his path?
Personality (at least one paragraph): So long as you're not disrespecting his God or trying to fuck him over in any way, Hidan's actually a pretty laid back kinda guy. He definitely enjoys the finer things in life but doesn't necessarily need to go out of his way to get them. (Especially not with the financially shrewd anywhere in the near vicinity.) His personable nature works in his favor as it makes it far easier to blend into a crowd and to manipulate people into whatever it is that he needs, but please don't let that fool you. His temper is unnaturally short and sometimes a little agony goes a long way in achieving the same results as just 'asking nicely.' Being the second newest recruit into the Akatsuki, Hidan's not particularly cowed by Pein just yet, and while he may follow orders (or not, depending on his current frame of mind), it's because he's bored he wants to and certainly not because he was told to.
Writing Sample: There was an unquestionable hush that fell across the small room as Hidan stepped into the crowded bar. He made his way through the crowd, very nearly with a bounce in his step if such a thing was possible. It had been a good day, a productive day. A simple fact finding mission had sent him into Ceno (and had him donning his religious garb, the hedonistic bastards had been tightening up security again). Unexpectedly and much to his delight, he had the pleasure of sending not one but two unsuspecting heathens clambering to grovel before Jashin-sama's throne in addition to obtaining what was requested by Pein.
Yes, it was a good day indeed.
Snatching up an empty barstool he flagged down the bartender and called out an order for double finger of scotch. Hidan brushed off the odd look the bartender gifted him with, partially mollified by the swift service as the glass was quickly set down in front of him. A quick thanks was said before he tossed back the drink, hissing pleasantly as the cheap alcohol burned its way down into his belly. The discreet cough to his left had him turning slightly in his seat to glare at the one intruding on his moment.
"What th' fuck d'you want? Can't you I'm tryin' to relax here?" The cougher paled slightly and made a wiping gesture towards his cheek. Cocking an annoyed eyebrow, Hidan swiped roughly across the side of his face, then glanced down at his palm. Oops. No wonder he was getting some odd looks, perhaps a religious man in a bar wasn't so out of place, but a religious man who didn't bother cleaning up after a particularly messy sacrifice? Perhaps not so ordinary.
Roughly clapping the Cougher on the back with a chuckle and a thanks, Hidan turned back to face the bar, voice already calling out for another round for him and his new buddy.
Additional Information or Questions (please inform us of your model as well, here or otherwise): John Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls
AIM: Erynn716
Email: Erynn716
Character's Name: Hidan
Age:
Hell, he couldn't even tell you, stopped counting after 25. One would assume in his late twenties or early thirties give or take.
Sexual Preference:
So long as he gets his, Hidan couldn't really give a damn.
Division (also include meaning for their being here):
Could Hidan really be anywhere else but Cena? The sheer number of people he's slaughtered in the name of religion (or those who just flat out pissed him off) wouldn't allow for him to be placed anywhere else.
Background (at least two paragraphs):
Born in the slums of Cena, Hidan didn't know family in the most traditional sense of the word. He was raised in a religious commune, his earliest memories were those of listening avidly to the one they all called 'Father' preach of the glories of Jashin-sama . While religion itself was almost unheard of in the Red District, anything beginning in a baptism of blood would be more then welcome in such a Godforsaken place. While other children his age were sitting in the less than adequate schools, Hidan was home schooled, learning what he could from those in his 'family', surprisingly surpassing that which was taught in the Cena schools with the wide variety of people that came from various walks of life as well as the differing Districts that were included in their close knit group. By the age of ten he had performed his first human sacrifice with the elders watching on proudly, (animals and such were wasted only on the young ones of course) and began his path working towards an eventual priesthood in their order.
His induction came at the ripe age of 21, completing his training almost 4 years shy of what it normally took to be sworn in as a proper conduit of Jashin himself. His easy going demeanor aided with the new robes of office allowed him a certain degree of freedom between the Districts, a distinct benefit especially once Hidan joined in with the Akatsuki. The ideals of the group didn't particularly call to him (didn't make any fuckin' sense in his humble opinion), but who was he to argue when he was allowed to do as he pleased with the unfortunate heathens who wandered across his path?
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So long as you're not disrespecting his God or trying to fuck him over in any way, Hidan's actually a pretty laid back kinda guy. He definitely enjoys the finer things in life but doesn't necessarily need to go out of his way to get them. (Especially not with the financially shrewd anywhere in the near vicinity.) His personable nature works in his favor as it makes it far easier to blend into a crowd and to manipulate people into whatever it is that he needs, but please don't let that fool you. His temper is unnaturally short and sometimes a little agony goes a long way in achieving the same results as just 'asking nicely.' Being the second newest recruit into the Akatsuki, Hidan's not particularly cowed by Pein just yet, and while he may follow orders (or not, depending on his current frame of mind), it's because he's bored he wants to and certainly not because he was told to.
Writing Sample:
There was an unquestionable hush that fell across the small room as Hidan stepped into the crowded bar. He made his way through the crowd, very nearly with a bounce in his step if such a thing was possible. It had been a good day, a productive day. A simple fact finding mission had sent him into Ceno (and had him donning his religious garb, the hedonistic bastards had been tightening up security again). Unexpectedly and much to his delight, he had the pleasure of sending not one but two unsuspecting heathens clambering to grovel before Jashin-sama's throne in addition to obtaining what was requested by Pein.
Yes, it was a good day indeed.
Snatching up an empty barstool he flagged down the bartender and called out an order for double finger of scotch. Hidan brushed off the odd look the bartender gifted him with, partially mollified by the swift service as the glass was quickly set down in front of him. A quick thanks was said before he tossed back the drink, hissing pleasantly as the cheap alcohol burned its way down into his belly. The discreet cough to his left had him turning slightly in his seat to glare at the one intruding on his moment.
"What th' fuck d'you want? Can't you I'm tryin' to relax here?" The cougher paled slightly and made a wiping gesture towards his cheek. Cocking an annoyed eyebrow, Hidan swiped roughly across the side of his face, then glanced down at his palm. Oops. No wonder he was getting some odd looks, perhaps a religious man in a bar wasn't so out of place, but a religious man who didn't bother cleaning up after a particularly messy sacrifice? Perhaps not so ordinary.
Roughly clapping the Cougher on the back with a chuckle and a thanks, Hidan turned back to face the bar, voice already calling out for another round for him and his new buddy.
Additional Information or Questions (please inform us of your model as well, here or otherwise): John Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls
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