[Reserve] Mukuro Rokudou IVtosshiOctober 11 2009, 00:34:33 UTC
PERSONALITY: Given his backstory, it's not surprising that Mukuro is a cynical, bitter person. He believes with the entirely of his being that people are bad deep down, and that it's just a matter of effort to make anyone become exactly what they profess to hate. Because of this, Mukuro sees people only as toys or enemies or both. Strangely, hwoever, he is willing to sacrifice himself for Ken & Chikusa, and most likely he would do the same for Chrome, showing that though he doesn't suspend his judgement on them or on himself, he does feel affection for those he is close to. This doesn't stop him from assuming that even they are bad people, however, and the world he intend to build, clean of darkness, has no room in it for himself or his allies. He's perfectly aware of this, but places no particular value on his own well-being, so he's fine with it.
The confusing thing about Mukuro, though, is how he treats the Vongola. During the ring battle, Tsuna sees Mukuro sacrificing himself for his friends, and begins to doubt that Mukuro is as bad as even he himself thinks he is. Doubtless, in 10 years he had to have had the opportunity to wound Tsuna many times, and he has most certainly had it with Chrome, but since Tsuna showed him compassion he's done nothing but talk about his supposed plans. It seems almost as though he still truly believes that he intends to destroy the world as it is, but he keeps working with the Vongola in defiance of those apparent goals. Whether his bitterness or his deep-down capacity for kindness will win out in the end has yet to be seen, so for now it's likely to remain in the strange balance that is Mukuro's personality.
SAMPLE The retreat back to his real body was always a little disheartening. After ten years, the setting had gotten even more boring than it had been in the beginning, and the tubes attached to his body had ceased to hurt and had instead gone numb, almost like a part of his body he couldn't feel. They'd leave more scars in the lacework of medical lines on his skin, of course, but considering that it was unlikely he'd ever be showing off skin it didn't particularly matter. That was assuming he got free of his priosn tank at all, of course, but he had people working on that. Soon enough, he'd be free to continue on his path to a new world order. Someplace where the filth of humanity would no longer exist. Except himself, of course, though he knew that he had no real place in his planned world. As a ruler, yes... but then the filth wouldn't really be gone, would it? He was part of it by now, of course.
But regardless, for the time beging he had to wait. Mukuro felt the familiar sensation of his mind and spirit settling into his own body, and began to relax for what might be a bit of sleep. Then then it hit him -- the tubes were gone, the water was gone, he was breathing clean air, and that was entirely unexpected. His eyes shot open as he bolted upright in his seat, expecting some new prison or, perhaps on the off-chance, the faces of his subordinates. But no, it was simply... the inside of a train car? How odd. The train seemed strangely empty except for himself, still clothed in his prison uniform, and on the seat beside him lay a postcard.
Out of curiosity, he picked up what he assumed to have been left behind by a previous passenger, only to see it addressed to himself. How odd, he mused, reading the printed ad for a vacation in a city he'd never heard of. He didn't remember accepting a vacation. And who on Earth would send him on one? He had things to do, and anyone but his own men would surely have been apalled at the idea of letting a man like himself loose on the world. Nevertheless, he was on a train, so he had to be going somewhere. But where? Well... he'd find out when the train stopped, now wouldn't he? Yes, and for now it would simply be best to look out the window and see if he spotted any clues. Perhaps soon he'd explore the train, but in the meantime, he felt a strange urge to take that nap he'd been considering.
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The confusing thing about Mukuro, though, is how he treats the Vongola. During the ring battle, Tsuna sees Mukuro sacrificing himself for his friends, and begins to doubt that Mukuro is as bad as even he himself thinks he is. Doubtless, in 10 years he had to have had the opportunity to wound Tsuna many times, and he has most certainly had it with Chrome, but since Tsuna showed him compassion he's done nothing but talk about his supposed plans. It seems almost as though he still truly believes that he intends to destroy the world as it is, but he keeps working with the Vongola in defiance of those apparent goals. Whether his bitterness or his deep-down capacity for kindness will win out in the end has yet to be seen, so for now it's likely to remain in the strange balance that is Mukuro's personality.
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The retreat back to his real body was always a little disheartening. After ten years, the setting had gotten even more boring than it had been in the beginning, and the tubes attached to his body had ceased to hurt and had instead gone numb, almost like a part of his body he couldn't feel. They'd leave more scars in the lacework of medical lines on his skin, of course, but considering that it was unlikely he'd ever be showing off skin it didn't particularly matter. That was assuming he got free of his priosn tank at all, of course, but he had people working on that. Soon enough, he'd be free to continue on his path to a new world order. Someplace where the filth of humanity would no longer exist. Except himself, of course, though he knew that he had no real place in his planned world. As a ruler, yes... but then the filth wouldn't really be gone, would it? He was part of it by now, of course.
But regardless, for the time beging he had to wait. Mukuro felt the familiar sensation of his mind and spirit settling into his own body, and began to relax for what might be a bit of sleep. Then then it hit him -- the tubes were gone, the water was gone, he was breathing clean air, and that was entirely unexpected. His eyes shot open as he bolted upright in his seat, expecting some new prison or, perhaps on the off-chance, the faces of his subordinates. But no, it was simply... the inside of a train car? How odd. The train seemed strangely empty except for himself, still clothed in his prison uniform, and on the seat beside him lay a postcard.
Out of curiosity, he picked up what he assumed to have been left behind by a previous passenger, only to see it addressed to himself. How odd, he mused, reading the printed ad for a vacation in a city he'd never heard of. He didn't remember accepting a vacation. And who on Earth would send him on one? He had things to do, and anyone but his own men would surely have been apalled at the idea of letting a man like himself loose on the world. Nevertheless, he was on a train, so he had to be going somewhere. But where? Well... he'd find out when the train stopped, now wouldn't he? Yes, and for now it would simply be best to look out the window and see if he spotted any clues. Perhaps soon he'd explore the train, but in the meantime, he felt a strange urge to take that nap he'd been considering.
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