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Character: Undertaker Riddle
Series: Sougiya Riddle
Character Age: 20
Canon: Hayato Sakura wanted the best birthday ever. What he got was half his soul stolen by an evil spirit. Desperate to get his soul back, he made a contract with a pushy and mysterious man named Riddle claiming to be an "undertaker" that exorcises souls. Now bound to the other man by ~fate~, Hayato is forced to be an Undertaker himself, assisting Riddle in preparing funerals for lost spirits, while searching for his soul. There might be bondage with rose thorns and chains involved along the way.
Undertaker Riddle can be described using these words: dead, pretty, arrogant, charming, flamboyant, lazy, sadistic and manipulative. He appears in front of Hayato as if he was always meant to meet him, with an immediate interest bordering on creepy. Insistent on making the contract with Hayato, he calmly waits for the opportunity for it to be possible, even if that opportunity is watching Hayato getting his soul eaten, rendering him unable to do much else than ask Riddle for help. It's not out of cruelty, as much as it is amusement and... simple practicality! Riddle's task in the world is to give lost souls a proper burial and send them to a place called the Catacomb for judgement. Having Hayato as his partner eases his work considerably, which is also one of the reasons he conned him into it. Other motives, however, are still shrouded in mystery.
Note: Riddle says "My condolences", every time he holds a funeral to send off a spirit. He also has a thing about dramatically spreading roses around himself at suited and less suited moments.
Sample:
How outrageous. Sending me off to this place alone without my partner is just rude and inconsiderate and -- ah? Yes, good evening, my good . . . sir? Madam! Of course. I apologize for my ignorance. It was quite difficult to tell; your features are rather androgynous in nature, though a balm for skin repair could work wonders. Oh no, I was only talking to myself. Me? I was dispatched by my superiors to do work, but unfortunately without my contracted partner, which is in my opinion just ridiculous. An undertaker sharing a soul with someone means one existence formed by two people. I can only use half of my power if I'm alone. Making me go like this is the same as sending me to die. Ah, well, it's not that bad yet.
I apologize. I seem to have completely forgotten my manners in my outburst. Let me offer you this pure red rose in celebration of our meeting. My name is Riddle. Undertaker Riddle, if you please. If I may ask, do you think you might be able to help me find the person I'm looking for? I was sent out to search for a lost spirit that had strayed from a disgraceful and unsuccessful funeral of mine just a few hundred years ago. I'm remorseful about my own performance in the matter, so I need to set things right and send them off in a proper manner. However it would have been so much easier with my partner around. But I digress! No time to dwell on matters I cannot solve.
The spirit in question was that of a very beautiful young princess. I suppose that as a corpse, she would have changed in appearance over the years, but surely she would have kept at least some semblance to what she used to look like. Still, I seem to be having a hard time locating her. It seems she was in another castle. You wouldn't know of any pitiful lost spirits around with lingering attachments?
You? Are you telling me you are the lost and sweet mademoiselle? My, how upfront. But I cannot take your words as proof. You don't resemble her at all . . . Why, maybe you have "aged exquisitely." But this simply will not do. Regardless of whether or not if you are the spirit I'm looking for, I cannot feel anything other than sympathy for your situation. Being stuck here in that body, for so long, unable to prevent the decay of your existence. . .
Very well! I can perform a proper funeral for you after all. Now is the beginning of a ceremony coloured by death. Ah, you don't have to be so frightened by mere words. But I can't very well send you off lacking body parts, so please pick up your eye. Yes I promise you it's harmless, so there is no need to cry. Now . . . The preparations for your sending off are complete. I'll play the funeral march that's right for you. And I'm very glad you're smiling again too. It's more fun to make you cry when you're smiling~
My condolences. ♥
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Series: Sougiya Riddle
Character Age: 20
Canon: Hayato Sakura wanted the best birthday ever. What he got was half his soul stolen by an evil spirit. Desperate to get his soul back, he made a contract with a pushy and mysterious man named Riddle claiming to be an "undertaker" that exorcises souls. Now bound to the other man by ~fate~, Hayato is forced to be an Undertaker himself, assisting Riddle in preparing funerals for lost spirits, while searching for his soul. There might be bondage with rose thorns and chains involved along the way.
Undertaker Riddle can be described using these words: dead, pretty, arrogant, charming, flamboyant, lazy, sadistic and manipulative. He appears in front of Hayato as if he was always meant to meet him, with an immediate interest bordering on creepy. Insistent on making the contract with Hayato, he calmly waits for the opportunity for it to be possible, even if that opportunity is watching Hayato getting his soul eaten, rendering him unable to do much else than ask Riddle for help. It's not out of cruelty, as much as it is amusement and... simple practicality! Riddle's task in the world is to give lost souls a proper burial and send them to a place called the Catacomb for judgement. Having Hayato as his partner eases his work considerably, which is also one of the reasons he conned him into it. Other motives, however, are still shrouded in mystery.
Note: Riddle says "My condolences", every time he holds a funeral to send off a spirit. He also has a thing about dramatically spreading roses around himself at suited and less suited moments.
Sample:
How outrageous. Sending me off to this place alone without my partner is just rude and inconsiderate and -- ah? Yes, good evening, my good . . . sir? Madam! Of course. I apologize for my ignorance. It was quite difficult to tell; your features are rather androgynous in nature, though a balm for skin repair could work wonders. Oh no, I was only talking to myself. Me? I was dispatched by my superiors to do work, but unfortunately without my contracted partner, which is in my opinion just ridiculous. An undertaker sharing a soul with someone means one existence formed by two people. I can only use half of my power if I'm alone. Making me go like this is the same as sending me to die. Ah, well, it's not that bad yet.
I apologize. I seem to have completely forgotten my manners in my outburst. Let me offer you this pure red rose in celebration of our meeting. My name is Riddle. Undertaker Riddle, if you please. If I may ask, do you think you might be able to help me find the person I'm looking for? I was sent out to search for a lost spirit that had strayed from a disgraceful and unsuccessful funeral of mine just a few hundred years ago. I'm remorseful about my own performance in the matter, so I need to set things right and send them off in a proper manner. However it would have been so much easier with my partner around. But I digress! No time to dwell on matters I cannot solve.
The spirit in question was that of a very beautiful young princess. I suppose that as a corpse, she would have changed in appearance over the years, but surely she would have kept at least some semblance to what she used to look like. Still, I seem to be having a hard time locating her. It seems she was in another castle. You wouldn't know of any pitiful lost spirits around with lingering attachments?
You? Are you telling me you are the lost and sweet mademoiselle? My, how upfront. But I cannot take your words as proof. You don't resemble her at all . . . Why, maybe you have "aged exquisitely." But this simply will not do. Regardless of whether or not if you are the spirit I'm looking for, I cannot feel anything other than sympathy for your situation. Being stuck here in that body, for so long, unable to prevent the decay of your existence. . .
Very well! I can perform a proper funeral for you after all. Now is the beginning of a ceremony coloured by death. Ah, you don't have to be so frightened by mere words. But I can't very well send you off lacking body parts, so please pick up your eye. Yes I promise you it's harmless, so there is no need to cry. Now . . . The preparations for your sending off are complete. I'll play the funeral march that's right for you. And I'm very glad you're smiling again too. It's more fun to make you cry when you're smiling~
My condolences. ♥
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