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OOC
Name: Rose
Contact: AIM: rosexnight
Age: 21
Current characters: N/A
IC
Name: Superbi, Squalo
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
History link: http://reborn.wikia.com/wiki/Superbia_Squalo
Age: 32
Canon point: Just before Choice begins
Personality: One thing you should always keep handy when dealing with Squalo: A really good pair of ear plugs. Ranked number one loudest mafioso in Fuuta's book of ranking he's not the most patient one in the group. Far from it really with his temper only being rivaled by Xanxus himself. While seeming like a complete loose canon Squalo is actually much more perceptive and talented than his attitude lets on. Even at the young age of fourteen his sheer determination and skill couldn't be matched by even the current Sword Emperor, Tyr. Going as far as cutting off his own hand to be able to relate to Tyr's fighting style he was a swordsman genius at that age.
Squalo's also fiercely loyal, no matter what. He decided at a young age that he just had to follow Xanxus, no matter what. Not only did he give up his claim as the boss of Varia but even after finding out that there was no possible way for Xanxus to become the leader of the Vongola he still follows him to the very end to chase that impossible dream. The main aspect of Squalo's loyalty is actually his hair which he promised to Xanxus he wouldn't cut until they achieved his goals. (Despite Xanxus telling him it was a stupid idea.) Even in the eight years that Xanxus was imprisoned and the ten years that followed their defeat at the hands of Tsuna and his guardians, he still never once cut his hair.
At age thirty-two, while still as loud and vulgar as ever, Squalo seems a tiny bit more level headed than he was when first introduced. Though of course that can be due to maturing slightly as he grew up. His determination, loyalty, foul mouth, temper and master swordsmanship are still just as strong as ever.
Powers/Abilities: Squalo's the Sword Emperor, more or less the best swordsman in the world. Using his ring he can send out Rain element flames that have a calming ability. Flames are also used to open his box weapon which contains a giant Rain Shark. He also has high intelligence and of course enhanced skills from working for the best assassination squad in the mafia for eighteen years.
Prose sample: Squalo grumbled to himself as he made his way towards the pain in the ass boss's apartment. His day had been going just fucking fine! But nothing can ever be simple. Training had been going as usual, just a bit of playtime with those fucking spirits with small hopes that one of the fuckers had his sword. Of course none of them ever did but slicing through them made him feel a little bit better about it. Now his replacement sword was strapped to his waste, there was no sheath for it because that would just be fucking pointless and in the way, and he was heading back home. But was the still missing custom sword the reason for his anger? No, of course not. The reason was that one of the god damned fucking spirits exploded. Not just sliced and died, it fucking EXPLODED!!! And all that shit got in his FUCKING HAIR!!! As if it wasn't hard enough to wash his hair every day because of fucking alcohol now he had to get this shit out of it! He had stopped by a river a while back to get the shit off his clothes and make a small attempt to get it out of his hair. For the most part he had managed to get the chunks and shit out but there were still streaks here and there that could only be removed with thorough cleaning.
The only plus side was the bag tied to his waist opposite from his sword. The faster he walked the more it clanked together. Inside was about five or six different types of strong liquor. The place he had decided to go for hunting happened to be near a bar and he figured the best way to actually be ALLOWED to take a fucking shower when he got home was if he managed to get on the prick's good side. Otherwise he'd just end up dealing with this crap in his hair all fucking day until he went to bed. And from past experience Squalo knew that the longer you let blood and other shit sit in your hair the fucking longer it took to rinse it out. The last fucking thing he needed was that asshole bitching to him about using up all the hot water again and force him to bath out in a river. Dick.
Going up the stairs he was relieve to finally be back home. Not really caring if it was annoying, kinda hoping it was, he kicked the door open with a bang. It didn't matter that it wasn't really closed all the way in the first place. It was the principal of the matter. Cocky grin in place he stepped in and threw the bag to Xanxus. Part of him was hoping it would hit the fucker in the head but he knew that was wishful thinking. The bastard always caught anything thrown. Fucker. "VOI! Found a fucking bar today! They've got a lot more shit than those stores you usually get your whiskey from!"
That's when he paused, noticing that there was another in the room. He didn't even bother asking questions before he had his sword drawn and pointed at the kid's neck. "Who the fuck's the brat?!"
Links: http://community.livejournal.com/spirits_rp/66603.html?thread=2258731#t2258731 , http://community.livejournal.com/spirits_rp/80000.html?thread=2867072#t2867072 Both of them my TYE Squalo