Character: Kanda Yū
Series:
D.Gray-manCharacter Age: 18
Canon: At the end of the nineteenth century, humankind is facing imminent doom at the hands of the Millenium Earl and the Vatican is doing its best to stand in his way. With its organization, the Black Order, Exorcists are sent out to fight the Earl and his minions. While this would normally prove to be a task too great for ordinary humans, the Exorcists have the ability to wield weapons made of Innocence, an ancient and divine substance, which gives them that extra boost of badassery. But even with this mysterious power, it's still going to be a long, hard battle.
Kanda, one of the Exorcists, is rude, abrasive, and pretty much hates everyone and everything. He wants nothing more than to do his job and be left alone. Unafraid to speak his mind, he has no problem telling you you're being annoying and to shut up and go away before he kills you. But despite the fact that he's a raging dick, he's still loyal to his job, his purpose and his friends, although you'd just as soon catch him dead than hear him call them that.
Sample Post:
When HQ told me they were sending me to America, they didn't mention how much of a dump this town was going to be. I've been to some pretty terrible places in my time, but this? This is just downright disgusting. The stench of rot and death is almost overwhelming. The name seems somewhat appropriate, at least, but that doesn't change the fact that there are going to be words exchanged when I get back. And by "words" I mean death threats.
Whoever built this place was either seriously daft in the head, or just plain sick, though. The barbed wire and rundown cabins make it look like a prison camp more than anything else. It's like they weren't even trying to hide the fact that this whole place screams bad news. And the decor definitely leaves something to be desired, too. I really could have lived the rest of my life without seeing painted portraits of whatever that thing is in the lake doing . . . whatever the hell it's doing to what I would imagine are hapless victims. Not that I care. It's probably their own fault for getting caught, anyway. But if the Earl is behind it, he's really losing his touch.
Still, as long as I'm here, I'm going to do my job. Besides, the faster I can complete my mission, the faster I can get the hell out. That tree with the creepy, slithering vines looks like it's been eying me for the past ten minutes and I don't want the smell of this place to stick to my hair, let alone my uniform. Might as well ask the . . . locals to see if there's any information I can learn before I dispatch them. Seriously, who fills a town with zombies?
Hey! You undead wastes of space over there. I've got a few questions I need answered, so you're going to tell me what I need to know. If you do? I'll be nice and just break your legs. If you don't? I'm going to cut you into little pieces. It's really just that simple. --Oh, and by the way? Don't touch the hair. The next one of you that tries gets a sword through the eye, because I'm just that nice.
So let's get started, shall we?
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