RAIDEN

[RAIDEN]

NOW LOOK AT THIS ,

name: Raiden
alias: Rai
age: 24
sex: Male
sexual orientation: Whatever works
occupation: Butcher/assassin{the combination is just too perfect}
mafia: Kyuzo
face claim: [size=1]- [url=http://animeanalytical.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/baccano15d.jpg](*)[/url] [color=31aed7]CLAIRE STANFIELD,[/color] BACCANO | RAIDEN[/size]

HOLD THE PHONE ,

negative attributes:

• Disrespectful-he has authority figure issues, though he can see the line not to cross fairly easily. That doesn't mean he's always going to stay on his designated side, but hey, no one's perfect. In fact, he probably doesn't even come close in the eyes of anyone who's been in his company long enough for him to speak. H's a smartass and doesn't hold back often when in the presence of his 'superiors'. {No one knows why he's survived in the mafia for this long...really}
  
• Psychopath-this automatically makes Rai antisocial and, let's face it, totally fucking crazy. He doesn't have regard for human life, and has no remorse present before during or after taking it. This makes him an efficient killer, but hardly someone to take out to a nice, normal dinner.
  
• Petty-he'll start a fight over anything, and keep a grudge just as easily, making him too childish for words where social situations are concerned. There's also a high possibility that he'll resort to dramatic gestures that are mostly for his benefit, since he likes using his hands while talking.
  
• Violent-Rai has no aversions to throwing a punch or pulling a weapon, on just about anyone. Remember that line crossing thing? When he would normally use a weapon in that sort of situation, he'd turn to words instead before that blurred line is invaded. See, he's not THAT stupid...arrogant, whatever you wanna call it.
  
• Arrogant-you could shoot him in the head with a smile of confidence painted on his face, he's just that sure of himself. He's not the best thing that ever existed, but hell if he'll believe that. I mean, who's going to prove him wrong? Don't answer that.
  
• Easily distracted by sex-it's easy to say 'he's just a guy'. No. He's a man whore that can be distracted by an attractive person simply walking into the room. This irritating little trait has temporarily saved victims and almost cost him his life. It takes him a minute to see past looks to the person underneath, so he can underestimate people and endanger himself. There's just no teaching him..

good attributes:

• Sneaky bastard-he's like a ninja, able to sneak and hide and invade with little or no detection. It's just a gift that happens to work well with his attire of black. This helps when killing/assassinating people for sure, but it's not just physical discretion he masters in. Rai likes to mess with peoples' heads with words, too.
  
• Actor-he's able to slip in and out of a state of crazy to normal. A lot of the time he likes the idea of being creepy by displaying his insane nature, but it can certainly serve as useful when trying to mess with someone or just keep a secret.
  
• Psychopath-this is both good and bad because it makes him good at his job. He's killed and killed, but can move on with his daily life without looking back on the bad or potentially upsetting.
  
• Honest-what he says is the truth, unless he's ordered otherwise. He may not tell someone the entire truth, but what he tells them certainly isn't a lie.
  
• Practical-he'd sell his mother if it served the greater good. Presents, if he gave any, would include weapons easily hidden, useful appliances, etc, etc. He constantly looks for the best thing to do, not getting his emotions in the way unless he feels particularly petty.
  
• Sense of humor-his idea of what's funny may not be perfectly aligned with your run of the mill Joe, but he has a wide range. From torture to puns, he'll bust a gut as long as he's not at the wrong end of the joke.

the likes:

• Dogs
  
• Guns
  
• Sex
  
• Knives
  
• Being secretive
  
• Rock music{the louder, the better}
  
• Killing
  
• Unique people
  
• Oodles of noodles

the dislikes:

• Red meat{smell that irony}
  
• Taking orders from someone he doesn't view as his equal or higher
  
• Waiting
  
• Thunder storms
  
• Stand up comedians
  
• Stupidity
  
• The color yellow
  
• Anything but coffee to drink
  
• People in general

TO FREE HIS MIND ,

weapons & items: Rai's a Browning fan, housing a Browning Hi-power in his holster on most occasions. Being a butcher has rubbed off on him and into his other job, so he carries knives in three places; one on each arm and one on his lower right calf. Being sort of OCD with his things, he keeps most of his stuff in a deeply jade green duffel bag that's on his shoulder when between homes. He wears not-so-revealing articles of clothing most of the time, wanting to keep his weapons a secret for the most part. Though he tries to keep it comfortable.
skills & unique traits: Most of his skills are in the range of illegal. One of them that isn't is his ability to remember the little things, taking in the information around him like a humongantuous sponge.

companions: None.

history: His past is best left there-in the past. But most realize from the get go that he wasn't ever a mentally sane child, someone to be cuddled or taken care of. There wasn't really anyone to take care of him, so he raised himself. Not the best plan, but the only one he had. From there he developed his psychopathic ways, becoming more out of touch with everyday people and events. Like he cares.

rp sample

{from an old site of mine}

When Billie woke up with her head in someone's lap, she was momentarily confused, because she didn't feel as if she was on a bed or floor. A couch maybe? She opened her eyes sleepily to find her friend and sister-in-law, Piper, leaning her head against a window, sleeping, by the sound of her deep breathing. Then it snapped together. A window. Her mind was beginning to put the pieces together more steadily; that's right, she was on a road trip with her college acquaintances, with the addition of her sister, who really was her only even semi-friend in the truck. Brandon was driving, though the last time Billie could remember, it had been that other guy, Connor, then herself, then the last passenger, Sydney, who'd been at the wheel. It hadn't been Piper's turn yet.

She brought herself up to a sitting position with a lazy groan, looking around for the first time in what she suspected to be hours. Only her sister was sleeping now, the others chatting softly in the back seat, but, she noticed, it stopped once she had her eyes on them.

"Finally up, I see," Connor smirked, eyeing the still-sleeping body by her.

"How long have I been out?" Billie replied in a strained voice, stretching and yawning at the same time. She got a shrug in response. Great, people were just so useful. The truck was Connor's, so she decided to just leave him be and turn forward, not wanting to be throw out of the car or something ridiculous like that; people were unpredictable, after all.

She was just in time to see the dark figures rushing by the car, and suddenly creating a weird shadow. Billie didn't have the time to process what happened before they were all screaming-Piper joined in when the car started breaking(not quickly enough)-and crashing into one of the dark masses. Brandon must have panicked and forgot to keep his foot on the breaks, because the truck continued to skid out of control, into more of the...animals, it looked like it. Everything came to an abrupt stop, except for the five screaming teenagers, which did eventually die out as they all went into what Billie suspected as shock, one at a time.

Billie heard doors opening, and saw everyone getting out of the car to see what the hell had happened. By the time she pulled herself from the middle seat, Connor and Sydney were already yelling; for completely different reasons, by the way.

"My car, my car!" Was all that was coming out of Connor's mouth, for at least a minute. He must have lost his damn mind, because after taking in the damage the front and side of his precious truck had taken, he ran up to one of the unmoving cows(it was clear what the thing was in the beams-beam-of the car), and kicked it, screaming, "Fucking cow!" He was beyond rage, and rationality.

Sydney was a different story. She was just screaming, wordless for the most part, though there was something about killing and 'oh my god, oh my god'. It was a higher pitch than Billie thought was possible out of a human being, and it was beginning to piss her off, having the two noises over lapping each other. She walked up to the hysterical girl in three strides and grabbed both her shoulders. "Shut. The fuck. Up." Billie shook her with each pause, glaring at her straight on, getting close enough so that she could hear and so that she could focus on her face. Sydney looked at her with wide, confused eyes, as if she'd expected to just stand there being hysterical without anyone stopping her. Billie didn't care, she just wanted it to stop. "That doesn't help anything. And it wouldn't either if I went around screaming 'Oh shit, we're all going to die!', now would it?" Her voice was low with the stress of not wanting to scream. The girl nodded, too quickly, and Billie stepped away from her. Piper was standing off to the side, out of Sydney's sight, looking very amused. Billie couldn't help but grin back, because this was the most moronic thing she'd ever seen. What were the odds of running into a herd of freaking cows?

Conner was either tired or came to his senses, because he'd stopped kicking the dead animal and was now sitting on what was left of the hood, his face in his hands. They all looked at each other for what seemed like a while, then the crazed truck owner started laughing, and they couldn't help but join him, even Billie.

They laughed until they were on the ground, trying to breath.

p.s I'm sort of grounded at ze moment so I'll really only be able to get on when I'm at me mum's, which is every two days, or three on the weekends. I can sneak on sometimes, though :)

[pudding !]

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