[ooc] oo1; unintended enigma
Your Name: Dream
Your LJ: the_dw
E-Mail: dreamwhisperer [at] gmail [dot] com
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Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: N/A
Character: Hibari Kyouya
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Timeline: Chapter 205, after he just left the battle with Genkishi.
Wiki Us a Bio/History: Wiki'd!
Elaborate, if necessary:
Outward Appearance;
You will expect a man as imposing as Hibari is to be taller, and perhaps a little broader, but Hibari has always been contradictory; had never followed anyone’s expectations, even with his physical appearance. He’s not all that tall - less than six foot - and slender, all lean muscles and bird-like bones. His slanted eyes, more Chinese than Japanese, are his most striking feature - piercing when they looked straight down into your soul, stripping you of your masks. And his hair is flyaway, a mess most of the time like he had never bothered to take a comb to it a day in his life; or like his hair, too, followed no rules.
As for his clothes- well, most of the time, he is clothed in standard mafia wear: black suit, black leather shoes all shined, black tie and white shirt. It’s almost a variant of his old Namimori Middle School uniform, and he wears it with as much pride. But when he is in his base, he wears a black silk kimono, loose and comfortable, the lining underneath crimson.
Personality;
The Vongola Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyouya. There are three things about him that you have to know.
Firstly is that no one can ever rule over him. Hibari is a man who refuses to be restricted by anything, much less other people’s rules. This is a boy-turned-man who rejected the effects of a paralyzing poison to knock down a pole to rescue him. Hibari refuses to follow any rules that are not his own.
He’s not a free spirit; because being a free spirit means that he follows no rules and drifts on his own. He’s extremely principled and disciplined, and it’s obvious that he does follow rules - rules of his own. Hibari makes his own rules, has his own logic and follows no one but himself. Not even his own body is able to impose its rules on him - he’s the same man who continued fighting even when half of his bones have been broken. And Hibari’s rules he tries to impose on everyone around him - if anyone tries to break his rules, they are ‘bitten to death’. Hibari is never wrong; the world around him is, and his job is to correct this oversight. He’s violent, he’s aggressive, and he loves to fight, whether to test another’s strength, or because someone had broken his rules, or simply for the adrenalin rush. Any reason will do, because this is his world and his word is law.
In the end, Hibari is a predator who, as a child, is trying to assert and assure himself of his dominance over everything. As an adult, he’s matured, and he has found his place, his territory. He accepts the Vongola to be part of the people he tolerates, because they give him room for his own territory - Namimori, and the Foundation.
And all of this shows in the way he acts. Hibari’s catchphrases show his animalistic, predatory nature: “I’ll bite you to death”, “herbivore”, “crowding”. Hibari isn’t a lone wolf; he’s an alpha male trying to establish his own power. In the world of the Ten Years Later arc, he had done precisely that - he has his own place, his own authority, his own power. And that had smoothed the edges of the violent, unfocused personality in his youth.
He’s still someone who follows no rules but his own, but he’s far more tolerant of people now. He still hates ‘crowding’, yet now he is willing to tolerate having Kusakabe Tetsuya regularly beside him as his right hand man. He’s willing to tolerate training Tsuna, and even admitting that there are people who are worthy, people who thrill him in fights. He accepts more people now - not to the extent of working with them, of course, because herding together to fight is weak and herbivore-like, but he tolerates people around him, talking with them, strategising - no matter how briefly - with them. There’s a bigger world outside his own, and he has accepted that and adapted to it, have admitted the presence of other predators just like him and know that they are, if not his equal, worthy of paying attention to. People who can give him the challenge.
The second thing you have to know about him is that he’s probably the one of strongest people you ever know. His physical strength, of course, is legendary - the strongest Guardian - and he’s known to be almost unbeatable. It’s almost ridiculous, really. But his greatest strength is that of his strength of will.
Hibari’s willpower is just as legendary as his physical strength - the latter stems from the former, I suspect. Hibari is extremely strong-willed - there’s no way that he can remain as a predator otherwise. There’s no real history about how he came to be this way, so maybe he’s born like this or maybe it’s Maybelline. But the fact remains that he just is.
This strength of will comes from the fact that Hibari believes very deeply in his own strength. There’s no one in the world who believes in Hibari Kyouya more than Hibari Kyouya does himself. That’s why he acts so much like a delinquent a lot of times - he believes that he’s right, and that anyone who disagrees - and who is usually weaker - is wrong. This leads to two things.
First is that he’s impulsive. He doesn’t think much before he acts; he takes improbable risks. In the TYL arc, he uses all of his rings to create a huge, spiked sphere around him and his opponent even though he knows that fighting without rings will decrease his odds significantly. He believes in his own skills enough to plunge headfirst into it without thinking much beforehand. He has improved on this since his youth, of course, but he’s still impulsive, still extremely confident of his skills.
Secondly this means that he holds a grudge for forever. Anyone who defeated him, who proves themselves to be stronger, he will strive to defeat, to reassert his dominance. He has to prove that he is stronger than they are. This is really shown clearly in his relationship with Mukuro - even after ten years, he has not forgotten his grudge, and has in fact trained himself against Mist illusions to prove himself to be above them.
Abilities;
Hibari strikes fast, and he strikes hard. His specialities are quick, harsh strikes - blink and pain is exploding in your body, and you can’t even see him, because he has already moved on. He wields a pair of tonfas with great skill - able to use the blade, the tip and the bottom to hit. He seems to be ambidextrous with fighting - he has never been seen to be favouring one arm or another.
As an adult, he is also shown to be using rings and boxes. His Dying Will flame is so strong that it breaks all the rings he had ever used - because they couldn’t withstand the flames themselves. He uses his two box weapons - hedgehogs - to counter other box weapons, and also as a strategic backup. He depends more on his raw skill in fighting, because that’s what he’s most confident about, but it doesn’t mean that he entirely skips out on the boxes either.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?:
Clothes (his suit, torn and tattered and bloodied)
Cellphone
Weapon box containing a pair of steel tonfas
Mist camouflage ring
Third-Person Sample:
There’s something to be said about the serenity of his gardens at dawn.
Hibari sits at the wooden bench, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. His fingers are curled around a porcelain cup of tea, sweet-smelling steam still wafting upwards. Kusakabe sits on the ground a little distance away, knees tucked inwards properly on the stones, his fingers dipping into the pond, drawing meaningless shapes and enticing the koi to follow him. His eyes slide shut.
Machiavelli, in its original Italian, sits beside him, a reminder that smells of old paper and ink amongst the scents of the forest and tea. Hibari curls his fingers in, traces the pads of his fingertips over the printed word without opening his eyes. The curves and whorls of the letters are still strange, still unfamiliar, entirely unlike the Japanese alphabets that he knows as well as the feel of tonfas in his hand.
Hibari takes a sip of his tea, and opens his eyes.
There’s danger in the end even amidst the tranquillity, he knows. Byakuran is making his move soon; Sawada Tsunayoshi is leaving the sanctuary of the Vongola base to meet him in Rome. Hibari might not be one of those herbivores that dog his heels and hang onto his every word, but he still keeps track, nonetheless.
Knowledge is power; Hibari will never allow himself to remain ignorant.
And that is, essentially, the reason for his crusade now. Hibari moves a hand, his sleeve trailing in the air and he feels the boxes hidden inside, nearly weightless. Those tiny things hold so much power, so versatile in their use; they are the weapons of this new encroaching war (and yes, there will be a war - the smell of death and blood is clear and sharp in the air). Yet virtually nothing is known about them. There are only rumours, formless and unsubstantiated, each new one contradicting the old.
No one knows the truth anymore.
It reminds Hibari far too much of illusions, of myths and mists and the very thought causes a frown to appear between his brow. He hates not knowing, hates letting someone else holds the card in his hands. There is too much at stake here for him - for anyone - to overlook even the smallest detail because that might lead to death, to the noose being tightened around their throats and cutting off their air.
Hibari knows this - he is an old hand at this game of war. It’s about territory, about power, about dominance and being the alpha. This is a battlefield where he knows the rules; where he has acknowledged the rules worth recognizing and remade the others into his own. Even if the Vongola crashes and burns, Hibari knows that he will survive. Because he won’t let himself die.
Red streaks the grey horizon in front of him and Hibari shakes his head slowly, dismissing those thoughts. All those words are well and good, but the sun is rising and Hibari has always enjoyed the spectacle of it; enjoyed the feel of the spreading heat and the lifting of the fog. If he is the sort, he will think that this is almost symbolic, but he doesn’t.
So he simply leans backwards and watches the sunrise, his cup of tea pressed against his lips as he swallows.
Your LJ: the_dw
E-Mail: dreamwhisperer [at] gmail [dot] com
Instant Messenger: DWhispererL (AIM)
Other Characters Played in Absolute Threshold: N/A
Character: Hibari Kyouya
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Timeline: Chapter 205, after he just left the battle with Genkishi.
Wiki Us a Bio/History: Wiki'd!
Elaborate, if necessary:
Outward Appearance;
You will expect a man as imposing as Hibari is to be taller, and perhaps a little broader, but Hibari has always been contradictory; had never followed anyone’s expectations, even with his physical appearance. He’s not all that tall - less than six foot - and slender, all lean muscles and bird-like bones. His slanted eyes, more Chinese than Japanese, are his most striking feature - piercing when they looked straight down into your soul, stripping you of your masks. And his hair is flyaway, a mess most of the time like he had never bothered to take a comb to it a day in his life; or like his hair, too, followed no rules.
As for his clothes- well, most of the time, he is clothed in standard mafia wear: black suit, black leather shoes all shined, black tie and white shirt. It’s almost a variant of his old Namimori Middle School uniform, and he wears it with as much pride. But when he is in his base, he wears a black silk kimono, loose and comfortable, the lining underneath crimson.
Personality;
The Vongola Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyouya. There are three things about him that you have to know.
Firstly is that no one can ever rule over him. Hibari is a man who refuses to be restricted by anything, much less other people’s rules. This is a boy-turned-man who rejected the effects of a paralyzing poison to knock down a pole to rescue him. Hibari refuses to follow any rules that are not his own.
He’s not a free spirit; because being a free spirit means that he follows no rules and drifts on his own. He’s extremely principled and disciplined, and it’s obvious that he does follow rules - rules of his own. Hibari makes his own rules, has his own logic and follows no one but himself. Not even his own body is able to impose its rules on him - he’s the same man who continued fighting even when half of his bones have been broken. And Hibari’s rules he tries to impose on everyone around him - if anyone tries to break his rules, they are ‘bitten to death’. Hibari is never wrong; the world around him is, and his job is to correct this oversight. He’s violent, he’s aggressive, and he loves to fight, whether to test another’s strength, or because someone had broken his rules, or simply for the adrenalin rush. Any reason will do, because this is his world and his word is law.
In the end, Hibari is a predator who, as a child, is trying to assert and assure himself of his dominance over everything. As an adult, he’s matured, and he has found his place, his territory. He accepts the Vongola to be part of the people he tolerates, because they give him room for his own territory - Namimori, and the Foundation.
And all of this shows in the way he acts. Hibari’s catchphrases show his animalistic, predatory nature: “I’ll bite you to death”, “herbivore”, “crowding”. Hibari isn’t a lone wolf; he’s an alpha male trying to establish his own power. In the world of the Ten Years Later arc, he had done precisely that - he has his own place, his own authority, his own power. And that had smoothed the edges of the violent, unfocused personality in his youth.
He’s still someone who follows no rules but his own, but he’s far more tolerant of people now. He still hates ‘crowding’, yet now he is willing to tolerate having Kusakabe Tetsuya regularly beside him as his right hand man. He’s willing to tolerate training Tsuna, and even admitting that there are people who are worthy, people who thrill him in fights. He accepts more people now - not to the extent of working with them, of course, because herding together to fight is weak and herbivore-like, but he tolerates people around him, talking with them, strategising - no matter how briefly - with them. There’s a bigger world outside his own, and he has accepted that and adapted to it, have admitted the presence of other predators just like him and know that they are, if not his equal, worthy of paying attention to. People who can give him the challenge.
The second thing you have to know about him is that he’s probably the one of strongest people you ever know. His physical strength, of course, is legendary - the strongest Guardian - and he’s known to be almost unbeatable. It’s almost ridiculous, really. But his greatest strength is that of his strength of will.
Hibari’s willpower is just as legendary as his physical strength - the latter stems from the former, I suspect. Hibari is extremely strong-willed - there’s no way that he can remain as a predator otherwise. There’s no real history about how he came to be this way, so maybe he’s born like this or maybe it’s Maybelline. But the fact remains that he just is.
This strength of will comes from the fact that Hibari believes very deeply in his own strength. There’s no one in the world who believes in Hibari Kyouya more than Hibari Kyouya does himself. That’s why he acts so much like a delinquent a lot of times - he believes that he’s right, and that anyone who disagrees - and who is usually weaker - is wrong. This leads to two things.
First is that he’s impulsive. He doesn’t think much before he acts; he takes improbable risks. In the TYL arc, he uses all of his rings to create a huge, spiked sphere around him and his opponent even though he knows that fighting without rings will decrease his odds significantly. He believes in his own skills enough to plunge headfirst into it without thinking much beforehand. He has improved on this since his youth, of course, but he’s still impulsive, still extremely confident of his skills.
Secondly this means that he holds a grudge for forever. Anyone who defeated him, who proves themselves to be stronger, he will strive to defeat, to reassert his dominance. He has to prove that he is stronger than they are. This is really shown clearly in his relationship with Mukuro - even after ten years, he has not forgotten his grudge, and has in fact trained himself against Mist illusions to prove himself to be above them.
Abilities;
Hibari strikes fast, and he strikes hard. His specialities are quick, harsh strikes - blink and pain is exploding in your body, and you can’t even see him, because he has already moved on. He wields a pair of tonfas with great skill - able to use the blade, the tip and the bottom to hit. He seems to be ambidextrous with fighting - he has never been seen to be favouring one arm or another.
As an adult, he is also shown to be using rings and boxes. His Dying Will flame is so strong that it breaks all the rings he had ever used - because they couldn’t withstand the flames themselves. He uses his two box weapons - hedgehogs - to counter other box weapons, and also as a strategic backup. He depends more on his raw skill in fighting, because that’s what he’s most confident about, but it doesn’t mean that he entirely skips out on the boxes either.
What are they bringing to Nuadoria?:
Clothes (his suit, torn and tattered and bloodied)
Cellphone
Weapon box containing a pair of steel tonfas
Mist camouflage ring
Third-Person Sample:
There’s something to be said about the serenity of his gardens at dawn.
Hibari sits at the wooden bench, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. His fingers are curled around a porcelain cup of tea, sweet-smelling steam still wafting upwards. Kusakabe sits on the ground a little distance away, knees tucked inwards properly on the stones, his fingers dipping into the pond, drawing meaningless shapes and enticing the koi to follow him. His eyes slide shut.
Machiavelli, in its original Italian, sits beside him, a reminder that smells of old paper and ink amongst the scents of the forest and tea. Hibari curls his fingers in, traces the pads of his fingertips over the printed word without opening his eyes. The curves and whorls of the letters are still strange, still unfamiliar, entirely unlike the Japanese alphabets that he knows as well as the feel of tonfas in his hand.
Hibari takes a sip of his tea, and opens his eyes.
There’s danger in the end even amidst the tranquillity, he knows. Byakuran is making his move soon; Sawada Tsunayoshi is leaving the sanctuary of the Vongola base to meet him in Rome. Hibari might not be one of those herbivores that dog his heels and hang onto his every word, but he still keeps track, nonetheless.
Knowledge is power; Hibari will never allow himself to remain ignorant.
And that is, essentially, the reason for his crusade now. Hibari moves a hand, his sleeve trailing in the air and he feels the boxes hidden inside, nearly weightless. Those tiny things hold so much power, so versatile in their use; they are the weapons of this new encroaching war (and yes, there will be a war - the smell of death and blood is clear and sharp in the air). Yet virtually nothing is known about them. There are only rumours, formless and unsubstantiated, each new one contradicting the old.
No one knows the truth anymore.
It reminds Hibari far too much of illusions, of myths and mists and the very thought causes a frown to appear between his brow. He hates not knowing, hates letting someone else holds the card in his hands. There is too much at stake here for him - for anyone - to overlook even the smallest detail because that might lead to death, to the noose being tightened around their throats and cutting off their air.
Hibari knows this - he is an old hand at this game of war. It’s about territory, about power, about dominance and being the alpha. This is a battlefield where he knows the rules; where he has acknowledged the rules worth recognizing and remade the others into his own. Even if the Vongola crashes and burns, Hibari knows that he will survive. Because he won’t let himself die.
Red streaks the grey horizon in front of him and Hibari shakes his head slowly, dismissing those thoughts. All those words are well and good, but the sun is rising and Hibari has always enjoyed the spectacle of it; enjoyed the feel of the spreading heat and the lifting of the fog. If he is the sort, he will think that this is almost symbolic, but he doesn’t.
So he simply leans backwards and watches the sunrise, his cup of tea pressed against his lips as he swallows.