Character: Hibari Kyoya
Series:
Katekyo Hitman Reborn!Character Age: approximately 15 to 16
Canon: Reborn! is the action-packed comedic tale of Tsuna and the training he undergoes to become the 10th boss of the Vongola Famiglia. The one year old hitman, Reborn, will make him into a worthy mafia boss, even if it kills him. And it does. A lot.
Hibari Kyoya is the head of the Disciplinary Committee of Namimori Middle School; the middle school that Tsuna and his rag-tag mafia family attend. He's a dangerous young man, cool and calculated, and along with the Disciplinary Committee, he also rules the local delinquents with an iron fist and steel tonfas. He hates crowds and large groups of "weak" people, and only holds respect for those with great strength and for his school. He is quite the picker of fights.
He is also very fond of threatening to bite people to death. It would be wise to take him seriously.
Sample Post:
Hello. My name is Hibari Kyoya, and I seem to have ended up in a very interesting place. But, as intriguing as it may be, there seems to be a distinct flaw present. I am the head of the Namimori Middle School Disciplinary Committee, and I'm a little displeased to see so many herds of weaklings roaming about, clinging to each other in their silly little herds. As the only present representative, I'd like to inform the ignorant that the committee does not look well on such troublesome groups. I don't really care if you're animal (purple or otherwise), vegetable (be as loud and shrill as you please), or mineral. Rocks fall, everyone dies? Natural selection at its finest. Those of you who are dead, despite your missing limbs, needn't feel neglected. I have no problem with making sure your arm matches the one you lost.
Also, I would like to be directed towards whoever it is among you that is part of this Committee For Underprivileged Delinquents. I have received several informative pamphlets addressed from this so-called "CFUD" and would like to meet about this cluttering of my mail box. It's quite a sorry excuse for herbicide, not to mention rife with false advertising. I've yet to be welcomed by the warm, loving arms of my "sistahs" and "brothas" here to free me from the cold, endless cycle of life in the "hood". I'm very disappointed.
Now that I have your attention, we're going to play a little game. The rules are very simple, and everyone should be able to follow them without trouble. I'm going to take a little walk, and it will hopefully be a peaceful one with no one to bother me. Whoever I run into first loses, so be careful or I'll have to bite you to death.
No need to look so nervous. True, it may be difficult to hear me coming at times, but this should prove to be an opportunity for fun and the sort of bonding that so many seem to enjoy, oddly enough.
And now, goodbye everyone. I hope we don't see each other again, prematurely.
Voting goes
here, 72.2% in. S-so close.