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Tue, 29 Sep 2009 02:39:52 GMT

Who's the little shithead who stole it?

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Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:32:24 GMT

Name: Didgey
Age: 20
Personal Journal: tobi
Contact Information:
AIM: feed the lemur
Email: goodboytobi@live.com
Other: ask your mom

Past RP Experience: No, never. :|

Character: Hidan
Age: 23
PB: Boyd Holbrook
Classification: Blond, yo.
Occupation: Member of the police force. Prefers to use his own interpretation on who is guilty and who isn't. Which means that if you're not blond, you're guilty. And dirty. And a sinner against Hokage. And should be cleansed from the world.

The path of the Hokage is the path of righteousness. Duh.

Background History: Of course he was born privileged. From birth, Hidan's hair gave him every opportunity to do great and amazing things. And it gave him an ego that grew so rapidly as soon as he realized the scale of potential power he had. He never knew his parents, as as far as he's concerned, he doesn't have any. Because he only thanks Hokage for his life.

His obsession with idolizing and worshiping the great and mysterious leader started way back, and while those around him just simply accepted the brainwashing put down onto them, Hidan eagerly listened, asking questions and getting more and more excited over hearing about how all of the worthless dark hairs were punished. He decided then that he wanted to help the cause, and deemed anybody not entirely loyal to Hokage as a sinner.

Throughout his schooling, he was always a studious little kid. He was quick to always ask questions and get the most out of every lesson. Again, because that's what Hokage wants. You'll notice a pattern quick, I promise. And when he noticed a fellow student slacking off, he'd be the first one to point it out.

As he got older, he became more exposed to the other districts, and what he saw made him sick. But like how a moth is attracted to bright lights, he found himself in the Third District one awkward teenage summer. A stupid move for him, or any blond to just wander around down there, but he just had to see. It disgusted him. And likewise, he disgusted the dirt-hairs. This was also the first fight he had ever been in, and although he took the majority of the hits in the fight, it was broken up by riot police, and each involved in the fight were promptly executed.

But that had excited him. He wanted more of that kind of action. He wanted to be the one to put the sinners in their place. So he became a member of the police force. By our standards, his way of acting on it is a blatant and total abuse of authority powers, but in The City, who cares? He doesn't kill where it matters, and he always wipes his feet of all blood and grime before stepping back into the beautiful world of the First District. Throughout the years, he's earned the title of "Reaper," because of his weapon of choice, a scythe. Though he'll use anything and any method to kill, he prefers decapitation. And is known best for arranging the body and head in some cruel humor fashion afterward.

Personality/Likes & Dislikes: First off, he does not have sex. Or a sexuality. Hidan is celibate, and has never had any sort of sexual desire. Sorry ladies. The only time he would ever have sex is if Hokage told him in a direct order to go forth and multiply, and if that was said, he would knock up every blond chick he saw. Everything he does for Hokage, he does way above and beyond what is necessary. That stereotypical bible thumping religious nut? Yeah. Think that.

Personality wise, he does remain relatively calm if he's busy. Though when working, he tends to get far more excited than a good blond should. He does show emotion, most commonly anger and annoyance. He's short tempered, and dangerous because he's easily set off. And indiscriminate when it comes to punishing. He doesn't believe in slapping someone on the wrist and letting them run free. He believes in the worst punishment the first time someone messes up, because if you kill them the first time, there's absolutely no chance they'll mess up again.

He lacks human compassion and morality. If a child slips up, he'll kill them. If an old lady slips up, he'll kill her. If a kitten annoys him? Death. He is perhaps too thorough in this, and lacks the simple instinct of hesitation. As for his own safety, he's too cocky to believe he can be touched again now that he's in the position he's in. And if it happens? He would likely enjoy it, because that meant there was someone out there strong enough to get to him, and killing them would be a great offering to Hokage.

Whether or not you could actually befriend Hidan is up for debate. He doesn't like friendships or partnerships, because his way of thinking often conflicts with others. As does his annoyance with being held back or told what to do outside of what he was taught. He could tolerate a partner, but only if they just turned the other way and let him do as he pleased.

He's not a people person, though he is talkative. Very much so. His favorite topics include Hokage, weapons, Hokage, violence, methods of torture, how bored he is, and then maybe about how the Hokage is so wise. And if you disagree with him, I can't promise he'll take it lightly. He will get annoyed if your opinion is different, and he will fight you until you admit that he's right. He's stubborn. Very. And when he gets worked up about something, he tends to forget the laws of eloquence. No, every other word won't be "fuck," but when flustered, he does mouth off. And come up with some of the oddest insults you've ever heard. Ever been called a pussy nipple? Want to be? Just piss him off.

Hidan does have an indulgence, though. Meat. The messier you can get while eating it, the better. Specifically, he likes a nice rack of ribs. Cholesterol? What's that? Nope, haven't a clue. Never learned about that. But if it ever gets to him, rest assured it can be fixed with a nice trip to the hospital. No big deal.

Sample Post:

First Person

I tried something new today. Something called meditation. Because it's supposed to be soothing, right? I figure, hey, I'm busy all the time. I should take a moment for me. Me time. To relax. To meditate.

So the manual says it goes like this, to close your eyes and clear your mind and shit. But, you see, this isn't working for me. Because how can my mind be clear when I'm waiting for her slow mouth to tell me what to do next. So okay, I'm trying to relax. Then this music plays. It sounds like birds and rain and running water-- which actually makes me need to piss so I'm so far from relaxed but I keep on trying it because surely it's got to get better. It's like a faith trial, right? Testing my patience.

Which I lost after this woman wouldn't shut up. The more she talked, the more I tried to listen. And she's telling me to just clear my mind of all thoughts, just block everything out, and I'm thinking-- which I'm not supposed to do anyway!- how can I clear anything with her talking still?

And it sucks even worse, because when I yelled at her to shut her trap, I remembered it was a recording. So I couldn't even get the satisfaction of telling her off! And now I'm so far from relaxed. Meditation doesn't work. Don't let any jackoff tell you different.

Now, what you should really do to relax, you should make meditation tapes and take comfort in knowing you've put annoyance into so many households. I've started my own. I'm thinking of playing it over the intercoms of the entire Third District one day. It'll be called "Relaxing with Hokage," and will have the soothing sounds of Hokage's teachings. Now that's relaxation. And productivity. And if anybody whines, there's a volume two called the sounds of my foot up your ass.

And it's not even limited edition.

Third Person

Children were cute. Like little animals. When they behaved everybody loved them and pet them and gave them lots of treats, but when they misbehaved, they'd get a swift beating and restrictions. Hidan was a man who didn't believe in punishing children. He believed in killing them. Even after the harshest of beatings, there was still a chance that child would misbehave again. And he didn't like that chance. Once they had strayed from the correct path, they were simply hopeless. Sinners. Not worthy of being in this world that Hokage so generously gave to them. It was his job to make sure all the children knew this.

Today's test of faith was an easy one.

He set up shop right near the gates of the Third District. Right where the unfaithful could crawl out of their homes and walk over, wander about aimlessly with their disgusting lives. It made Hidan sick. But it was a trial of his own faith. Get through it. Punish the unworthy. Hokage would be pleased. So here, he so temptingly set up a table with a vast array of food, from the freshest of fruits, to the best smelling baked goods. Even things probably never seen by some of the slum children. Pastries of every color...

And there was a sign. A sign that said simply, "Do not take."

And most people didn't. It was just too suspicious. Even though Hidan was lurking around the corner, keeping a sharp eye on the table but remaining out of immediate sight. It was too good to be true, and although this was a good sign, he was disappointed. And after a few hours, the sight and scent had started to wane, and things didn't look as delicious as they had hours before. Hidan was visibly annoyed by this. But then there was hope. A small boy, maybe four or five. Tiny. Dirty. Mangy black hair. Hungry. Just disgusting. In every sense of the word.

He had apparently been watching that table for hours now, and nervously he stepped forward, cautiously looking around. It seemed like enough time had passed. Surely if this was a trap, something would have happened by now...? Of course. So the kid was emboldened by this, and quickly grabbed one of the pastries off the table before ducking underneath it and taking a gluttonous bite.

Perfect.

Moving quickly, Hidan was there in a matter of seconds, grabbing the filthy child by the hair and pulling him out forcefully. Even then, that boy clung to the bit of bread like he had been justified in taking it. Stupid kid.

"You should know better than to take what doesn't belong to you," Hidan scolded, grinning despite his serious tone. "Hokage doesn't like greedy little dirt-hairs like you stealing from others. You know those things were all mine?" The kid was clearly terrified, though he made no move to get away, perhaps hoping he would just get a quick scolding and be released. Not a chance. "And since you stole from me... do you know what your punishment is?" There were people watching now, some stopped dead in place, some running to hide behind the buildings and peer around the corners. Even the middle class found the allure in public execution, didn't they? And there are those who dare to criticize the blonds for their favorite show.

"Well?" He pressed, sounding more annoyed as the kid still didn't answer him. Stupid. Just too stupid to even understand when they were about to die. "Death!" He shouted, giving the kid a shake and watching with absolute blithe joy as the pupils in those big, wide eyes dilated. Like a little animal. Now, now he got a reaction. But before the kid could even put up a fight, Hidan had him thrown to the floor, stepping on his chest and applying steady pressure. Something this small would be easy to kill. Maybe he would have let the kid play a little hide and seek if there wasn't such a rapt audience in front of him. Hidan liked to show off. And though he doubted the kid would ever run from him forever, there was a chance that a little insect like that could find a hole that Hidan couldn't get to. It had to be done here. In this moment.

That scythe strapped to his back was taken off now, and he looked down at his victim, trying to think of the best way to do this. He couldn't from the ground. How boring. And difficult. He wouldn't be able to get enough swing to remove the head in one swoop...

Turning to the crowd, he pointed at the first person he saw, a middle-aged man with a hardened expression and what looked like his wife hiding behind him, trembling. He called for the woman, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot on top of the now crying child as he waited for her to shuffle over. And he made her hold the boy up, one hand in his hair, keeping his neck nice and straight. He might take off her arms on the return swing, but she didn't matter much either. You could live without arms.

"Keep your eyes open..." he crooned to the child, smiling fondly as he swung. The woman screamed, instantly letting go of the now severed head and running back to her husband, who took her into his arms and shielded her protectively. He could go after her. But she had been such a good help, so he'd let it pass for now. Strapping his weapon back into place, he knelt down, picking up the head of the boy and brushing the hair back as if styling it for a picture. The blood ran down his hands, but he wasn't paying much attention to that.

Ceremoniously, he walked back to the table, setting that head down so prettily between the platters of food. To top it off, he lugged the body up onto his shoulders, letting what blood wasn't on the ground trickle out onto the remaining food. When satisfied with that, he just tossed the body to the side. It wasn't useful any longer. By now the majority of the crowds had broken up, hiding back in their fire hazards and hoping it would all be over soon.

And it would be. Just as soon as he snatched the sign off the table and said loud and clear for all to hear-

"You may now help yourselves."