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Personality/Likes & Dislikes:

Suigetsu is the kind of guy who will tell you he doesn’t like you if he doesn’t like you (if you fall into this category, be prepared for cheap shots at every opportunity because he is what you would call a baiter), and will do the things he wants to do, even if they are in direct opposition to what others may want. Kind of a ‘what you don’t know won’t hurt you,’ mentality. Or, consequently, ‘eh, they’ll get over it, they’ll forgive me.’ His nature has a lot of darker elements to it that he manages to suppress as he goes about daily life. Class, swim team, refereeing…but he can’t completely shut out his desire to fight. It’s a part of who he is, and when he can’t hold back anymore, he turns to cage fighting, which he excels at.

The loss of his brother is a sore spot—it hit him harder than he cares to admit, but he isn’t averse to talking about Mangetsu (one of his favorite subjects to discuss when he’s drunk, as a matter of fact, along with daytime talk shows, sharks, and indie porn). And, as I mentioned in the personality section, Mangetsu’s death is the reason Suigetsu got into cage fighting in the first place.

He’s an ambitious person, though he put his ambition on hold when his brother died—their plans for the future involved each other, after all. Over time, he was able to shift his ambition from one goal to another (there aren’t any marine biologists in the Houzuki family; he’s gonna be the first, come hell or high water). Want to really piss him off? Go on and mock that ambition.

Because his focus is often limited to the things that interest him, he can come off as indifferent from time to time. That is, until you give him a reason to pay attention to you. And if you manage to earn his respect, grudging or otherwise, he’ll more than likely step up to the plate for you when push comes to shove (but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop taking shots at you).

He has no qualms about walking around naked. He has no qualms about accepting bribes (and has done so on more than one occasion—here’s looking at you, water polo, you’ve got a classy referee). He has no qualms about lazing and taking frequent breaks.

He is a competitive swimmer.

He is pleasant sometimes, smiley sometimes, coarse and sarcastic sometimes—or all at once, even, if you’re lucky.

Aaaaaand he filed his teeth into points by himself, of his own accord. :D



Writing Sample:

First Person

Once upon a time, Mary had a little lamb. His name was Uchiha Sasuke. His hair and his heart and his very soul were black as coal, and his couch was a lumpy piece of shit. Are you reading this, Sasuke? A lumpy piece of shit. I don’t know how you expect me to get anything done when I’m sleeping on a couch with the consistency of cottage cheese. This has to be bad for the body. If I lose my scholarship because my back is all fucked up, I’m billing you.

On that note, swim meet this weekend, ladies and gentlemen. Yours truly is competing in the 200-meter relay and the 100-meter breaststroke. If your inclination is more toward water polo in regards to spectator sporting, come to the game tomorrow afternoon. 4:00 sharp. Nobody blows a whistle quite like I do.

Sasuke—the subject always rolls back around to you, doesn’t it—what the hell happened to the bottles of water in the fridge? I put seven of them in there. Seven. And how many are left? One. I know you don’t drink that much water, you poor, pasty creature. You better not have thrown them out. Bottled water isn’t cheap.

Man, thirsty enough to drink ten of ‘em in a single sitting.

But I’m always thirsty, and water hits the spot just right. I really never understood how anybody could think water tastes gross—I’ve met people who feel this way, and it makes absolutely no sense to me. Water tastes like water, and it’s good. Clean.

I like water, Sasuke. In bottles. In the fridge. Where I put them.

…pretty sure I have an assignment for organic chemistry due Friday, and I haven’t even started it yet. Because I am distracted by the lumpy couch and the lack of bottled water in the fridge.

Black, black heart, Sasuke.

I need Jell-O. Stat.