Post by Alicar Everret on Sept 6, 2011 21:58:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: black; border-top: 10px solid #585858; border-bottom: 10px solid #585858; border-right: 1px dotted #585858; border-left: 1px dotted #585858; color: white; font-family: monospace; padding: 8 8 8 8; text-align: justify;] "Beauty before the beast." ALICAR NAHI EVERRET  Full Name: alicar nahi everret. Age: nineteen. Gender: male. Alias: alic, everret, nade. Sexuality: heterosexual. Occupation: vongola mist guardian. Affiliation: Vongola. Canon: Yes . Face Claim: Dark Mousy; DnAngel. P E R S O N A L I T Y ! Likes: ♥ starwberries ;; alicar will do absolutely anything for the red fruit, his fancy for the particular berry could be seen as something of a unhealthy obsession. his fondness for eating strawberries isn't just restricted to its berry form as he will consume anything that contains the fruit (ex. strawberry shakes, strawberry cake, strawberry candy, strawberry vodka shots). ♥ fighting ;; the one thing that really gets his blood pumping is a good bloody brawl. alicar lives and breathes combat, his very reason for existing is based around fights and surviving past each enemy. unfortunately the person has to interest him for the boy to actually strike back. if he finds the fight to be boring, alicar will simply stop attacking and pitch up a conversation, which usually means he'll start to insult his enemies with ludicrous comments. Either that or he'll just walk away. ♥ style ;; someone who possesses a good sense of fashion or creative mind will most likely gain a few lifting points from alicar. he loves style and makes it his goal to dress in order to amaze the public with his unique taste. multiple fashion branches have asked alicar to apply as a model for their company, but each time the offers are turned down. this is because alicar doesn't wish to share his style with the world, and would rather his fashion sense remain his own trade mark signature. ♥ mechanics ;; aside from fighting, alicar enjoys tinkering away at machines, often finding solace in buffing up or fixing a certain bit of machinery. this leads him to making regular visits to multiple junk yards to pick up on various discarded mechanical items that he sees fit in fixing. unfortunately, alicar has developed a habit of wanting to tweak things outside of the junk yard. if he sees something that could be made to look better, he won't hesitate to add his own personal touch, even if it isn't actually in need of repairing. ♥ hats ;; he has em. don't touch. almost topping in his obsession for strawberries, alicar loves hats and has a closet full of them, each worn for a specific occasion or situation. this particular item is alicar's signifying characteristic, and his face is often recognized by the item on his head. alicar wears his hats like a boss (aka lopsided). . Dislikes: .x. cats ;; he'll punt those SOB's over a fence. :3 .x. poor fashion sense ;; if alicar thinks what you are wearing is absolutely hideous, he won't hesitate to state this. it's not like he hates you personally, his insults and irritation is mostly geared toward the clothes themselves for even existing. if the apparel is disliked enough, alicar will often try and destroy the article of clothing, even if it is still being worn by someone. .x. meat products ;; alicar is strictly a vegetarian and won't go near anything that was once a furry, four legged and happily alive creature. even looking at a piece of meat will make the boy sick to his stomach. he doesn't care if someone else is eating meat beside him -they will probably earn a few glares- as long as he's not forced to consume a cooked and spiced animal. .x. boredom ;; not only does he slip into boredom easily, alicar is incapable of staying still for a long period of time and will constantly be moving about. this being one of his biggest dislikes, the boy doesn't have a civil way of dealing with his boredom. if hoping from one activity to another won't cure his itching, alicar will sink into a state of violent angst, and will eventually walk around breaking things and cussing at inanimate objects. the longest the boy will ever stay focused is during a fight, but then again the battle has to be interesting for him to stick around. addmuchlolwut? .x. sexual harassment/engagement ;; just no. please just no. don't even try. you.will.hurt....badly (that is if he can eventually connect the dots). Strengths: ♥ strong-willed ;; enough said. he doesn't quit and doesn't give up. he is completely stubborn to the core. when he feels the need to do something he does it completely. there is no half done to him. ♥ fighters knowledge ;; being around fights most his life has helped him get accustomed to them. though for most of his younger life, he was in normal fist fights. he has experience with fights that others don't have since they weren't raised into fighting. alicar isn't afraid of fights and is used to them as he is to breathing. ♥ loyal ;; alicar is loyal to the seems. he won't betray those that he trusts and cares for. alicar will protect those that mean something precious to him. it doesn't matter if he gets hurt in the process. he won't stop until he protects them at all costs. ♥ responsible ;; alicar is responsible. though he has a short temper and gets into fights often. he is the first to take responsibility when it is his fault. also when he is tasked with anything from his leader or anyone he trusts he takes it very seriously. this works well with this determined trait. both of them together make him rather easy to rely on. Weaknesses: .x. temper ;; alicar's temper is at times unbearable. he reacts to things to quickly at points and times. sometimes the boy can't help but brake out and react in anger. its a rather old habit of his one that he doesn't plan on braking any time soon. .x. unsocial ;; alicar is not a person that socializes with others. because of that, he is the last person to know about things. don't confuse him with someone that is slow either. alicar is a rather quick thinker, but he doesn't work well in groups or people he isn't accustomed to. .x. meat ;; both a dislike and a weakness. alicar can't stand the thought of a living creature being eaten. when he does see something like this he will go into a mental and physical breakdown. though the person eating will earn several glares, he will also feel sick to his stomach. he will also have to remove himself from the presence of the food immediately. .x. relationships ;; though alicar is loyal he has problems with relationships. he will risk his life for others that he trusts, but they are hard for him. he doesn't really know how to act around people that he trusts. he tends to take on the "quiet" roll because of this. however, the moment they are in danger and his temper spikes he will change and result to crude comments and fighting. Personality: alicar isn't the type to really go to others. he doesn't really like forcing himself on others or the other way around. normally his personality is mistaken for a cold type due to this. however, the mist guardian isn't a complete stick in the mud. he may be a little hard to approach due to his aloof personality, but alicar is rather easy to socialize with. he is also very loyal. the minute you actually gain his trust, you are good. just don't ever lose it, what alicar hates worse than sexual harassment is liars and people who don't keep their words. alicar isn't one to really mess around with. because of his aloof and out of the way personally, he loses his temper rather quickly. this is the reason he gets into so many fights. due to his temper. it is quick to blow up and it resorts in senseless fighting. though alicar usually turns to fist fighting, he has learned better ways to fight. most of his fist fighting due to his past as a street fighter before being pulled into the mafia and learning of his mist flames. there are very few things that will bring about alicar’s better side, and he prefers it to stay that way as the lad is quite paranoid about the world and it’s inhabitants, and what they would do if his secrets were found out. he frequently imagines there to be people waiting around every corner, their supposed twisted minds plotting to erase his very existence. alicar has a habit of talking to himself when his brain locks into a paranoid daze, and the boy rarely remembers dipping into such a state after being brought back to present times. apart for being famous for his ruthless fighting rages, alicar can be seen as being quite odd. his mannerisms and moods are far less intimidating if they are seen as being strange, therefore the boy rubs off as being rather harmless. lastly, the boy is extremely obsessive and stubborn beyond belief. if alicar is tempted into a fight that he finds worthy of delivering retaliating attacks, he won't stop until the opponent is brought down, no matter the state he is in. the only one person he will ever listen to is one of the candidates, his loyalty for them practically bursting from the seams, and would much rather to something distasteful than ignore a given order from his commander. A P P E A R A N C E ! Height: 6'3 Weight: like I'd tell you B| Remarkable Features: alicar is most noticed for his odd hair and eye color that is a unusual shade of purple. he is also very tall for his age giving off the feeling he is older than he is. he also never leaves his home without some kind of hat on his head. Overall Looks: alicar stands at a tall height of six three. do to this he is constantly looking down on others. many people also misjudge his age because of his height as well. when it comes to form, alicar is layered with muscle down his arms and over his chest as well as in his legs. the appearance comes from all the fights he was in as a kid. he constantly keeps his body in shape. alicar has a very light skin color. which normally makes him come of as chalky at times. his face is well rounded which contributes to his eyes and his hair style. his eyes are a dark purple color just like his hair. however, due to the unusual color depending on how the light hits them they will sometimes change colors. at some points they appear red and others a blue. when it comes to his hair, it has no sense of direction. alicar will normally leave it as it is. it is all different lengths that frame his face. giving a spiky style that he normally covers with some kind of hat. when it comes to clothing style, there is never one style. he wears whatever is in fashion. to alicar fashion comes first, be it a suit with a tie and a stylish hat, or some other form. he will never walk outside with out some kind of style. just like with his fashion, you will never see alicar without a hat on. it is his trademark and he wouldn't leave home without it. A B I L I T I E S ! Hitman Ability: Alicar isn’t the Mist Guardian just for show. His skill with illusions is only matched by his masters. His creativity puts him a bit above them both though. But his masters didn’t just teach him the art of the illusionist. They also taught him the basics and mechanics behind fighting. They spent a lot of time honing in on Alicar’s other strengths. These skills lead them to teaching him how to fight with both hand-to-hand combat and guns. Alicar’s main weapon aside from illusions is his own body. He has mastered kickboxing, boxing, subak, and fencing. Alicar’s main strength lies within his gun work though. The boy uses guns only in dire situations. He mainly relies on his own fists which he wraps in bandages and his legs. His weapon's would be the pitch black shotgun with the silver lining and mist symbol on the barrel. He uses two guns that look the exact same, one titles Beauty's Death, and Beast's Forgiveness. Alicar can use these gun for a variety of purposes depending on the bullet he uses. The bullets he uses are specially made for him and give his attack pattern a lot of variety. But only those whom face a serious Alicar ever see this. The two guns differ in the way he uses them. One is used for his illusion bullets and the other is used for his real bullets laced in his flames. Flame Type: Mist |
Ring(s):
Vongola Mist Ring ;; Alicar was given the mist ring by Tsunayoshi Sawada a few months ago. Since receiving the ring, the boy has relied on it more than his former ring. This ring can take the purity and strength of his resolve which is a relief to Alicar. Before he was always changing rings because they would break after he opened a box. The Vongola Ring is worn on the boy’s right ring finger.
666 Hell Ring ;; Alicar received this ring from its previous owner almost eight years ago. The previous owner was one of Mukuro Rokudo’s students, Fran. The older male gave it to Alicar after the boy successfully defeated the other in a battle of illusions. Before receiving the Vongola Ring this ring was Alicar's dominate one. He used it since he found it annoying to constantly be searching for rings that could handle his resolve. Now, it is his backup ring. He wears is on a chain around his neck.
Cloud Rings ;; Alicar actually holds a lot of very weak cloud rings on him at all times. His main two rings only work with his mist flames, so he has to keep a lot of spare cloud rings on him. Those rings can’t handle his resolve and always shatter after he uses them. Thus he has more than thirty on him at a time.
Box Weapon:
Beast's Forgiveness ;; This box holds alicar's most used gun, and can be only opened by mist flames. since holding onto all the different bullets would be a hassle, Alicar carries them all in a box that can easily be opened with his mist flames. these bullets vary in design and purpose. the box contains a black utility belt that has patches of different bullets that are made to fit difference situations. the gun mostly revolves around the use of mist flames. some of the bullets purposes include forming different landscapes, people, animals, etc.
Beauty's Death ;; This box can only be opened with cloud flames and holds the gun that Alicar only uses as a last resort. the gun packs more power than Alicar likes to use. Alicar hardly uses this gun, so not much is known about it. this is the gun that he uses with his beast's forgiveness, he will launch only real bullets out of this gun. he will normally force a illusion upon his opponent then he will use real items such as bullets lined in cloud and mist flames to finish his target off. due to the severity of the wound caused by these bullets alicar will not use them unless he plans on killing his opponent or he or his family is in a bad situation. when he lines his bullets in mist flames, it allows him to multiply his bullets however, on his own, he can only double the bullets.
Box Animal:
Brynn is a albino golden eagle. she has abnormal coloring that makes her unique and not natural to her kind. brynn has main flame; mist and sub flame; cloud.
L'aquila bianca di illusione ;; The boys box weapon is that of a white abnormal colored eagle. though in this rank the bird can't do much, but its wings are covered with purple flames that represent the mist flame. When let out of the box, the bird increases alicar's aim with his guns making it almost impossible to miss his targets. the creature normally touches alicar's target with its flames of its wings and alicar's guns loaded with the same flame nature will target the same object that the box animal touched even if alicar shoots in the opposite direction. the flames can be dislodged off the opponent if they realize they are there. for this reason, his eagle will normally touch the opponent somewhere where it is hard to see and leaves a settle mark, making it seem like the bullets are an illusion since they are tracing them.
L'aquila bianca di nuvola ;; This is another form of his eagle. the flames on the eagles wings will change color to that of cloud flames. in this form the eagle isn't really used for attacking and instead used for distractions. it has the ability to split itself into many different forms of itself. when it has enough of its multiplied forms, it distracts the opponent by clouding their vision and doing just about anything to keep them distracting and no longer concentrating on alicar.
Cambio Forma ;; Alicar also has another box animal by the name of kenya. this is a pure white owl, that matches the color of his eagle. he only has one flame type and that is mist. he is not used other than for cambio form only. the flames on the owl appear on its eyes instead of its wings.
La vista di Illusione ;; During the cambio form the owl transform into goggles or transform with his guns. The gun and goggles are both silver, the gun will change this color, and they both spark with purple mist flames.
Abilities ;;
When transformed into Goggles the cabino form gives alicar the ability to see his opponents flame level and pretty much predict how strong the person is from that.
When combined with his Guns, the cambio form allows alicar to shoot off not just one bullet but several at once from the same gun. The maximum amount he can shoot off from the same gun is a max of three at this point however. The bullets can still be combined with his eagle box weapon allowing the bullets to split into more due to the cloud flames it possesses.
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B A C K G R O U N D !
History:
alicar was brought up in poverty, and his mother being an avid drug user was not much of a help to their tight money problems. his father had left the pair the moment things began getting too difficult to manage, the ungrateful man scrounging up most of the money they had in possession, and took off. alicar’s mother often swung into depression, her abusive nature blooming when she was off the drugs. in this state, the young woman would blame her child and curse his existence, announcing that things would be far better if she had not birthed another mouth to feed. the small boy found himself liking the intoxicated parent better than the grounded one, often thinking to himself why he had ever preferred his mother when she was not taking drugs.
what little cash alicar was able to pack together typically went to the dealers his mother dealt with, the boy going to sleep on an empty stomach many nights in a row. he soon became restless with the way his miserable life was proceeding, hating how he had to steal from stores that delivered a nasty beating if you were ever caught. alicar’s emotions soon took a turn for the worst, his slowly deteriorating mind caving under the pressure of abuse and sickness. he could have been saving up for proper health care to treat his weak heart, but alas his mother always managed to find the money he so desperately tried to hide, and turned the cash in for drugs.
money soon began to grow ever scarce, and alicar’s mother had become presently desperate for the fake pieces of happiness that always managed to bring her a more delightful experience. when she could no longer pay her dealers, she offered up her son in exchange. devastated, but not thoroughly shocked, alicar was forced to leave with the drug merchant. though he was still fairly young at the time, the dealer found some use in alicar’s body, and would often sexually assault him. it wasn’t until the boy’s owner discovered the dealings of the underground fights, his interests quickly becoming drawn to the amount of money one could win.
though alicar had little experience in hand to hand combat, he was able to protect himself from various threats, but nothing compared to fully trained fighters. the age group mattered not to the organizations running the underground, so alicar was waved into the ring without a seconds thought. the dealer obviously had zero knowledge of the terrors that took place during competitions, and clearly expected alicar to win as he had lived on the harsh streets for the durations of his childhood years. as a result, the boy was badly beaten the moment the fight was called out into play.
even as a small child, alicar was persistent and stubborn, refusing to fall under an opponents feet. this attitude caught the attention of the infamous group the red butterfly suicide squad, and he was once again called upon for an exchange. because the dealer preferred money above all else, alicar was handed over to the underground group without much hesitation. as soon as the boy was able to move around without much difficulty, he was put under severe training that would improve his skills and his physical stamina. the group itself wasn’t cruel to its own members, their training methods were just greatly disliked by the young lad. he however soon grew used to the tasking methods and found himself eager to test his new found abilities.
alicar’s first few fights were unsuccessful, but far better than his first, and the group was satisfied enough to know that their training was paying off. it was quite the many successful fights later that alicar’s winning streaks caught the attention of the vongola. despite the vile things that took place in the underground, a few members were sent under cover to investigate the young male who wiped out vicious terrors with ease. intrigued by his performance, the male was pulled aside after his match and informed of the vongola’s interest in him, the topic lightly glazing over to the specific reason. always in a mood to broaden his choices of things to keep him occupied, alicar agreed to take up the offer.
it would be through the vongola that alicar would start up training once again. finding out that there was more to fighting than just fist fights. he learned of his mist flames and came to train under some powerful mist guardians. eventually finding his way to fran. after a few years with the man, he finally obtained the hell ring from the famous guardian. alicar would remain in training until he turned seventeen.
he was once more called back to the main halls of the vongola. now, as a disciplined mist guardian. the boy was given the chance to join in the guardians of the eleventh generation. with a smirk and urge for the fights that were to come to test himself, the boy accepted the offer. receiving his vongola mist ring and becoming the eleventh generation mist guardian.
Notes of interest/Trivia: n/a
alicar was brought up in poverty, and his mother being an avid drug user was not much of a help to their tight money problems. his father had left the pair the moment things began getting too difficult to manage, the ungrateful man scrounging up most of the money they had in possession, and took off. alicar’s mother often swung into depression, her abusive nature blooming when she was off the drugs. in this state, the young woman would blame her child and curse his existence, announcing that things would be far better if she had not birthed another mouth to feed. the small boy found himself liking the intoxicated parent better than the grounded one, often thinking to himself why he had ever preferred his mother when she was not taking drugs.
what little cash alicar was able to pack together typically went to the dealers his mother dealt with, the boy going to sleep on an empty stomach many nights in a row. he soon became restless with the way his miserable life was proceeding, hating how he had to steal from stores that delivered a nasty beating if you were ever caught. alicar’s emotions soon took a turn for the worst, his slowly deteriorating mind caving under the pressure of abuse and sickness. he could have been saving up for proper health care to treat his weak heart, but alas his mother always managed to find the money he so desperately tried to hide, and turned the cash in for drugs.
money soon began to grow ever scarce, and alicar’s mother had become presently desperate for the fake pieces of happiness that always managed to bring her a more delightful experience. when she could no longer pay her dealers, she offered up her son in exchange. devastated, but not thoroughly shocked, alicar was forced to leave with the drug merchant. though he was still fairly young at the time, the dealer found some use in alicar’s body, and would often sexually assault him. it wasn’t until the boy’s owner discovered the dealings of the underground fights, his interests quickly becoming drawn to the amount of money one could win.
though alicar had little experience in hand to hand combat, he was able to protect himself from various threats, but nothing compared to fully trained fighters. the age group mattered not to the organizations running the underground, so alicar was waved into the ring without a seconds thought. the dealer obviously had zero knowledge of the terrors that took place during competitions, and clearly expected alicar to win as he had lived on the harsh streets for the durations of his childhood years. as a result, the boy was badly beaten the moment the fight was called out into play.
even as a small child, alicar was persistent and stubborn, refusing to fall under an opponents feet. this attitude caught the attention of the infamous group the red butterfly suicide squad, and he was once again called upon for an exchange. because the dealer preferred money above all else, alicar was handed over to the underground group without much hesitation. as soon as the boy was able to move around without much difficulty, he was put under severe training that would improve his skills and his physical stamina. the group itself wasn’t cruel to its own members, their training methods were just greatly disliked by the young lad. he however soon grew used to the tasking methods and found himself eager to test his new found abilities.
alicar’s first few fights were unsuccessful, but far better than his first, and the group was satisfied enough to know that their training was paying off. it was quite the many successful fights later that alicar’s winning streaks caught the attention of the vongola. despite the vile things that took place in the underground, a few members were sent under cover to investigate the young male who wiped out vicious terrors with ease. intrigued by his performance, the male was pulled aside after his match and informed of the vongola’s interest in him, the topic lightly glazing over to the specific reason. always in a mood to broaden his choices of things to keep him occupied, alicar agreed to take up the offer.
it would be through the vongola that alicar would start up training once again. finding out that there was more to fighting than just fist fights. he learned of his mist flames and came to train under some powerful mist guardians. eventually finding his way to fran. after a few years with the man, he finally obtained the hell ring from the famous guardian. alicar would remain in training until he turned seventeen.
he was once more called back to the main halls of the vongola. now, as a disciplined mist guardian. the boy was given the chance to join in the guardians of the eleventh generation. with a smirk and urge for the fights that were to come to test himself, the boy accepted the offer. receiving his vongola mist ring and becoming the eleventh generation mist guardian.
Notes of interest/Trivia: n/a
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RP Sample:
Hisoka had felt odd that week. Normally the raven wasn't affected by anything. He could move on and do things his own pace and style, but it just seemed off. Normally by now, Hisoka would of been. At the thought, the blackette stopped in his small steps that had him in his room pacing. By now he would of already been begged by Kitsune to do something with the small boy. It reminded him that the blonde was away for a little bit. Hisoka had honestly thought that everything would just be fine. He would survive the few days that the blonde had been away by staying busy and other such nonsense that the raven called "duties". They really needed to be called chores.
The raven had made it after all he guessed. It was the day Kitsune had promised to be back, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was the reason that the raven was pacing in his room. Several things were knocked over and things were out of place. This was not how Hisoka normally kept his room. Normally it was straight and orderly and everything was perfectly in place and ready for any unexpected guests that would want to make and instant appearance in on the cloud guardian. For his room to be in such a mess something must of really been bothering the blackette and things were definitely bothering him. Hisoka hit over a small lamp by his bed during his pacing.
The small thing started to fall before the raven's quick movements caught the lamp and set it back on the dresser. He really needed to calm down he knew but things were bothering him much more than they should be. The reason that Hisoka was inside the base and not out doing numerous chores was another thing that should of been noticeable to anyone that actually wanted to notice within the base. It was because outside, the sky was crying. It was making it almost impossible for the blackette to go anywhere. The boy had always feared water. Even when it came from the sky. His past, the thing that he constantly tried to keep out of his head, it tended to come out during days like this.
It wasn't the past that made Hisoka pace as bad as he was though. It was the fact that Kitsune was coming today. The blonde had made the raven promise that he would meet him at the park today. Knowing the blonde, he had completely forgotten about Hisoka's most darkest fear. Or had the raven ever really told him about such things. He must of, because he had always made sure to be inside during days like this. But the raven knew, he knew that his kit must of been busy and would of probably completely forgotten about him. About.. what made Hisoka scared. One of the only things that ever truly frightened the blackette.
His past, it was the blackette's strongest weakness. It kept him from certain things and it changed him from the small kind boy he had once been. It had made him hard and a person that people didn't really want to be around. And it made him like this. But.. Hisoka couldn't just leave the blonde out there could he? Something in the blackette pushed at him to move, move out of the room and outside. Outside, to were his worst nightmare was coming true. Could he really face what had made him hide within himself for the longest of time? Could he fight his darkest memories, the ones of his family and of his old self.
It made the blackette shake in a way he had never done before. Hisoka had never showed such emotions as he did then. As the battle within himself continued on and on. The normal dark eyes of the raven where now colored red as they had been for about an hour or two now. His eyes glanced at the digital numbers on the clock on his nightstand. It was time. He knew, even if he left now, he would be late. Kitsune would be scared and frightened, and the blonde, could even come to hate the raven if he never showed up. He had always been there for Kitsune. He had always been that one person that hadn't left him no matter what had happened.
That bit at Hisoka worse than any physical wound or memory. And the pain he felt caused him to cry out a loud horrible cry. No one came to him though, it seemed almost as if the base was empty. Everyone was doing something else or was simply to pre-occupied to see where the agonizing cry had come from. Hisoka didn't know what to do at all. He forced his body to move. He left his discarded room behind. He stalked the halls, his normal silent footsteps making noise now. He could hear it, the sounds of the outside as it pounded against the walls of the base.
It frightened the blackette to the point that his body wouldn't stop shaking no matter how much self control he had within his body. His form finally made it to the door of the base. He knew how far the park was from her but there was no way he could take any object to protect himself from the rain. If he wanted to make it to the blonde in time, he would have to run to even make it within an hour of the time that he had promised the blonde to be at the park.
Hisoka's body shook as his eyes took in the downpour of the rain outside. He had opened the door and the wind instantly whipped at him moving his black locks around his face. His eyes however were locked on the water that fell. His memory instantly flashed back to that day that had been in his mind all day. Out of his own misery and pain he was causing himself hisoka fell over halfway clutching his stomach before he hacked up blood. His eyes shook as he felt the rain hit him. He closed his eyes shut and knew he had to do this. Before his body could stop him anymore, Hisoka raced from the door.
The water hit him like a thousand whips that could strike someone's back. Something shot through him but he ignored the feeling and ran. He didn't care that everything around him seemed to be falling apart. He ... loved Kitsune, he loved him enough to put everything he could into getting to him, everything he possible had within his body. Even if it took everything out of his frame that seemed to be having worse spasms. He ran. As he ran he forced his scarlet eyes opened and tried to concentrate on where he was going through the downpour that blocked his vision and stung his eyes and body.
He took a small cut through a small forest. He knew it would take him right to the park, and maybe to the blonde that was waiting for him to come. For him. Kitsune was the only thing that kept the blackette moving. His body wanted to shut down and drop him there on the mossy ground that seemed to suck in the rain that he desperately wanted to hide away from. The raven was not himself though, he was not as visual as he normally was. This was all messing with his normal senses that were normally as sharp as ever. As he ran, he wasn't paying attention to the landscape, and it ultimately cost him.
Hisoka felt his foot stick but that was all it took. He normally could of caught himself but instantly it took him down. His frame hit the ground hard and he felt a agonizing pain in the middle of his forehead. It sent his head spiraling. He would of made it on time, if he had been careful, but he had been so, worried, so worried that Kitsune wouldn't be okay, that he hadn't been paying attention. Hisoka laid there for what felt like hours, the pain wouldn't subside and the rain just seemed to help paralyze his body. He could feel the burning combination of rain and blood as it trailed down his face.
He knew he couldn't just lay there though, he knew much better than that. It took everything he had to move in even the slightest. Pain instantly shot to his head but the image of Kitsune was in his head right now. No pain, could really keep the raven down when something like this was happening. He forced himself to his knees and then tried desperately to get to his feet, at first it didn't work and the blackette fell right back down. His eyes were shut out of agony and his body wasn't doing anything to help him. Normal people couldn't do what the raven was trying with everything he had to do. People couldn't do what he had tried so hard to accomplish, but Hisoka, had never truly been normal had he?
He finally forced himself to his feet and instantly staggered into a tree and used its firmness for his support. In his pain his head turned up toward the sky. The rain fell against his face and burned when it fell into his wound that stung and made it even harder to see. His scarlet eyes shook as he looked up to the sky in pure agony that seemed to radiate from his form that had once looked so strong and able to take on the world. This form, was weak and hurt and didn't want to even stand. Like that of a shaky child that he had been all those years ago when his parents had saved him from certain death only to die a few years later when he couldn't save them yet again.
Hisoka could feel tears fall from his face but the rain covered them well. He wanted to yell or scream or do anything to make himself move. He wanted, for the first time, he wanted to give up. He wanted to fall and never get up again, and let the rain take him. Take him away from the world that he had lived in and never really had a moment to really feel like he was supposed to be here. But.. he couldn't, he wasn't alone in this world. He had kitsune, the blonde.. the little fox whose face was always so bright, how would he survive in this world without the raven to be beside him and protect him?
That made Hisoka move. Even with every agonized and painful step it pushed him away from the tree. His footsteps made his form stagger through the forest before the park seemed visible. And there he was, his small little kit laying on the bench so horrible looking. It made hisoka's heart ache but he could do nothing about it then though. His body shook violently and his legs felt like they couldn't hold him up much longer. And Hisoka wondered how much blood actually covered his face from his head wound. The little fox didn't seem to notice such things though.
The blonde instantly wrapped his arms around his neck causing Hisoka's body to stiffen in pain and his shaking to only get worse. He let out a soft gasp and could barely make out all the words that the blonde had said to him. But the last struck at him. Hate him. That the blonde could ever think that the raven hated him. It hurt worse and worse as the words sunk into his body. After everything, everything they had ever been through and everything he had gone through to get here, the fox could think such things. The tears fell harder from him.
"H-How... could... you ever....think.. such....cruel....things.. of me.....Kit..su..ne..." the blackette barely got out through a shaky voice that did not belong to someone like him. But he could barely stand let alone talk. His body spasmed again causing him to flinch and cry out softly again. He had never wanted Kitsune to see him like this. This was why he hid himself away on days like this, now the blonde knew why. "I-I'm sorry....kitsune...that...i ... didn't....come...to ..your...expectations....of..me.." he said before his body could take no more. His frame couldn't take his own weight let alone Kitsune's.
His body became limp and instantly went down. Whether he dragged Kitsune to the ground with him or not he didn't know. But he felt the agonizing blow to his knees as they hit the pavement of the park. He couldn't say anything and right now, he was barely conscious. He didn't know what to think. If Kitsune thought he hated him, was there really a point to continue on the never ending circle of hate and pain that was Hisoka's life? He didn't know. He didn't know, and that was something that made Hisoka feel even more weak than he already was.
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Hisoka had felt odd that week. Normally the raven wasn't affected by anything. He could move on and do things his own pace and style, but it just seemed off. Normally by now, Hisoka would of been. At the thought, the blackette stopped in his small steps that had him in his room pacing. By now he would of already been begged by Kitsune to do something with the small boy. It reminded him that the blonde was away for a little bit. Hisoka had honestly thought that everything would just be fine. He would survive the few days that the blonde had been away by staying busy and other such nonsense that the raven called "duties". They really needed to be called chores.
The raven had made it after all he guessed. It was the day Kitsune had promised to be back, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was the reason that the raven was pacing in his room. Several things were knocked over and things were out of place. This was not how Hisoka normally kept his room. Normally it was straight and orderly and everything was perfectly in place and ready for any unexpected guests that would want to make and instant appearance in on the cloud guardian. For his room to be in such a mess something must of really been bothering the blackette and things were definitely bothering him. Hisoka hit over a small lamp by his bed during his pacing.
The small thing started to fall before the raven's quick movements caught the lamp and set it back on the dresser. He really needed to calm down he knew but things were bothering him much more than they should be. The reason that Hisoka was inside the base and not out doing numerous chores was another thing that should of been noticeable to anyone that actually wanted to notice within the base. It was because outside, the sky was crying. It was making it almost impossible for the blackette to go anywhere. The boy had always feared water. Even when it came from the sky. His past, the thing that he constantly tried to keep out of his head, it tended to come out during days like this.
It wasn't the past that made Hisoka pace as bad as he was though. It was the fact that Kitsune was coming today. The blonde had made the raven promise that he would meet him at the park today. Knowing the blonde, he had completely forgotten about Hisoka's most darkest fear. Or had the raven ever really told him about such things. He must of, because he had always made sure to be inside during days like this. But the raven knew, he knew that his kit must of been busy and would of probably completely forgotten about him. About.. what made Hisoka scared. One of the only things that ever truly frightened the blackette.
His past, it was the blackette's strongest weakness. It kept him from certain things and it changed him from the small kind boy he had once been. It had made him hard and a person that people didn't really want to be around. And it made him like this. But.. Hisoka couldn't just leave the blonde out there could he? Something in the blackette pushed at him to move, move out of the room and outside. Outside, to were his worst nightmare was coming true. Could he really face what had made him hide within himself for the longest of time? Could he fight his darkest memories, the ones of his family and of his old self.
It made the blackette shake in a way he had never done before. Hisoka had never showed such emotions as he did then. As the battle within himself continued on and on. The normal dark eyes of the raven where now colored red as they had been for about an hour or two now. His eyes glanced at the digital numbers on the clock on his nightstand. It was time. He knew, even if he left now, he would be late. Kitsune would be scared and frightened, and the blonde, could even come to hate the raven if he never showed up. He had always been there for Kitsune. He had always been that one person that hadn't left him no matter what had happened.
That bit at Hisoka worse than any physical wound or memory. And the pain he felt caused him to cry out a loud horrible cry. No one came to him though, it seemed almost as if the base was empty. Everyone was doing something else or was simply to pre-occupied to see where the agonizing cry had come from. Hisoka didn't know what to do at all. He forced his body to move. He left his discarded room behind. He stalked the halls, his normal silent footsteps making noise now. He could hear it, the sounds of the outside as it pounded against the walls of the base.
It frightened the blackette to the point that his body wouldn't stop shaking no matter how much self control he had within his body. His form finally made it to the door of the base. He knew how far the park was from her but there was no way he could take any object to protect himself from the rain. If he wanted to make it to the blonde in time, he would have to run to even make it within an hour of the time that he had promised the blonde to be at the park.
Hisoka's body shook as his eyes took in the downpour of the rain outside. He had opened the door and the wind instantly whipped at him moving his black locks around his face. His eyes however were locked on the water that fell. His memory instantly flashed back to that day that had been in his mind all day. Out of his own misery and pain he was causing himself hisoka fell over halfway clutching his stomach before he hacked up blood. His eyes shook as he felt the rain hit him. He closed his eyes shut and knew he had to do this. Before his body could stop him anymore, Hisoka raced from the door.
The water hit him like a thousand whips that could strike someone's back. Something shot through him but he ignored the feeling and ran. He didn't care that everything around him seemed to be falling apart. He ... loved Kitsune, he loved him enough to put everything he could into getting to him, everything he possible had within his body. Even if it took everything out of his frame that seemed to be having worse spasms. He ran. As he ran he forced his scarlet eyes opened and tried to concentrate on where he was going through the downpour that blocked his vision and stung his eyes and body.
He took a small cut through a small forest. He knew it would take him right to the park, and maybe to the blonde that was waiting for him to come. For him. Kitsune was the only thing that kept the blackette moving. His body wanted to shut down and drop him there on the mossy ground that seemed to suck in the rain that he desperately wanted to hide away from. The raven was not himself though, he was not as visual as he normally was. This was all messing with his normal senses that were normally as sharp as ever. As he ran, he wasn't paying attention to the landscape, and it ultimately cost him.
Hisoka felt his foot stick but that was all it took. He normally could of caught himself but instantly it took him down. His frame hit the ground hard and he felt a agonizing pain in the middle of his forehead. It sent his head spiraling. He would of made it on time, if he had been careful, but he had been so, worried, so worried that Kitsune wouldn't be okay, that he hadn't been paying attention. Hisoka laid there for what felt like hours, the pain wouldn't subside and the rain just seemed to help paralyze his body. He could feel the burning combination of rain and blood as it trailed down his face.
He knew he couldn't just lay there though, he knew much better than that. It took everything he had to move in even the slightest. Pain instantly shot to his head but the image of Kitsune was in his head right now. No pain, could really keep the raven down when something like this was happening. He forced himself to his knees and then tried desperately to get to his feet, at first it didn't work and the blackette fell right back down. His eyes were shut out of agony and his body wasn't doing anything to help him. Normal people couldn't do what the raven was trying with everything he had to do. People couldn't do what he had tried so hard to accomplish, but Hisoka, had never truly been normal had he?
He finally forced himself to his feet and instantly staggered into a tree and used its firmness for his support. In his pain his head turned up toward the sky. The rain fell against his face and burned when it fell into his wound that stung and made it even harder to see. His scarlet eyes shook as he looked up to the sky in pure agony that seemed to radiate from his form that had once looked so strong and able to take on the world. This form, was weak and hurt and didn't want to even stand. Like that of a shaky child that he had been all those years ago when his parents had saved him from certain death only to die a few years later when he couldn't save them yet again.
Hisoka could feel tears fall from his face but the rain covered them well. He wanted to yell or scream or do anything to make himself move. He wanted, for the first time, he wanted to give up. He wanted to fall and never get up again, and let the rain take him. Take him away from the world that he had lived in and never really had a moment to really feel like he was supposed to be here. But.. he couldn't, he wasn't alone in this world. He had kitsune, the blonde.. the little fox whose face was always so bright, how would he survive in this world without the raven to be beside him and protect him?
That made Hisoka move. Even with every agonized and painful step it pushed him away from the tree. His footsteps made his form stagger through the forest before the park seemed visible. And there he was, his small little kit laying on the bench so horrible looking. It made hisoka's heart ache but he could do nothing about it then though. His body shook violently and his legs felt like they couldn't hold him up much longer. And Hisoka wondered how much blood actually covered his face from his head wound. The little fox didn't seem to notice such things though.
The blonde instantly wrapped his arms around his neck causing Hisoka's body to stiffen in pain and his shaking to only get worse. He let out a soft gasp and could barely make out all the words that the blonde had said to him. But the last struck at him. Hate him. That the blonde could ever think that the raven hated him. It hurt worse and worse as the words sunk into his body. After everything, everything they had ever been through and everything he had gone through to get here, the fox could think such things. The tears fell harder from him.
"H-How... could... you ever....think.. such....cruel....things.. of me.....Kit..su..ne..." the blackette barely got out through a shaky voice that did not belong to someone like him. But he could barely stand let alone talk. His body spasmed again causing him to flinch and cry out softly again. He had never wanted Kitsune to see him like this. This was why he hid himself away on days like this, now the blonde knew why. "I-I'm sorry....kitsune...that...i ... didn't....come...to ..your...expectations....of..me.." he said before his body could take no more. His frame couldn't take his own weight let alone Kitsune's.
His body became limp and instantly went down. Whether he dragged Kitsune to the ground with him or not he didn't know. But he felt the agonizing blow to his knees as they hit the pavement of the park. He couldn't say anything and right now, he was barely conscious. He didn't know what to think. If Kitsune thought he hated him, was there really a point to continue on the never ending circle of hate and pain that was Hisoka's life? He didn't know. He didn't know, and that was something that made Hisoka feel even more weak than he already was.
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