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OOC
Name: Raye
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Age: 19
Current characters: Viral and Yoshiya Kiryu
IC
Name: Keehl, Mihael (“Mello”)
Fandom: Death Note
History link: http://deathnote.wikia.com/wiki/Mello
Age: 20
Canon point: His moment of death.
Personality: Mello’s inferiority complex leaves him easily offended, and he is constantly under the impression that those around him are patronizing him. Still, he is arrogant and snarky, often making snide comments as if to say “If you think you’ve got it bad, you’re not trying hard enough to make it better.” His addiction to chocolate may be seen as a weakness, but there’s strong irony in the fact that his sharp tongue is chocolate-coated. Having been moments from death after having already cheated death once, Mello is intent on living every last moment of his life to the fullest, and doing everything his own way, for himself.
On the other hand, his obsession with his rival is directly in conflict with this. Despite the desire to live life for himself, he craves Near’s acknowledgement and respect, and the concept of the seemingly emotionless boy thinking, for even a moment, that he isn’t a threat, bothers him a great deal. Mello wants Near to know he’s dangerous and intelligent, and not to be underestimated…or used. Above all else, Mello has sacrificed his life in the hopes of saving Near’s and finally granting Near’s wish that the two could work together to defeat Kira. The thought of Near forgetting Mello’s name, when no one else could ever remember it, makes Mello deathly sick in the head.
Mello’s obsessive personality is balanced out by his ability to plan. While his emotional and impulsive personality is what kept him from surpassing Near, and he does occasionally have a hair-trigger temper when a berserk button is hit, he is usually more than capable of keeping a cool head. His clever strategies have saved his ass more than once, and though he isn’t as intelligent as Near, his knowledge and intelligence surpass his rival when it comes to practical use.
Powers/Abilities: He’s completely human and lacks a Death Note, so he doesn’t have any powers. He’s brilliant and good with strategy. Having worked with the Mafia, he’s good with hand-to-hand combat. He’s also a dead-shot with a gun.
Prose sample: Mello exhaled quietly, cerulean eyes sharp as ever as they scanned the alleyways for any signs of trouble. The cold truth was that he was aching for a fight, but that was a key reason he was traveling these streets, too. A never-ending conflict, as always. The gloved fingers of his left hand twitched. Loki must have known exactly what would make him tick. The difficulty in obtaining a chocolate bar to ease his nerves was downright unfair.
Then again, Mello was used to things not being fair. There wasn’t much point in complaining, either. He’d simply have to do something about it. He’d made himself into a lowly whore in the past. He didn’t much enjoy sleeping with men, but it had its uses. The Mafia had recognized him as nothing more than an over-ambitious and rather feminine looking little boy, and he’d used them as his pawns while they were sure it was the other way around. This train of thought made a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, dry lips quirking into a smirk. The need for chocolate was immediately absolved.
He recognized this path. Mello hesitated, standing with his back to the wall of an alley. He pulled the leather gloves from his hands and pressed his right index and middle fingers against the pulse in his left wrist. His rage had subsided, mostly. Probably a good thing; he'd spent most of the morning in a dilapidated building, gazing at the ceiling. Wondering if he was going to die. It had taken him a few uncertain moments to realize that it wasn’t a church and he wasn’t having a heart attack. He was alive. He was fine.
A low sneer painted itself over his lips and he dropped his hands. As he pulled the gloves on again and mused silently about his situation, his mind began to wander, to wonder. Was there anyone here he knew? He’d been pulled from death. Was it a fucked up Heaven or Hell? Would Matt be here? What about L? Hell, if Loki could pull people from the dead, would there be a chance Near or Light Yagami would be here?
Leather-bound fingers tangled themselves within Mello’s rosary. There were possibilities unexplored. All Mello knew was that he was alive, and he was supposed to be dead. That meant he was alive for a reason. That reason was one he planned to find. He would not fail. Not again.
Frustrated, he began to walk again. Blue eyes moved back to the sky, seeking out the billboards that were scattered all over the once beautiful city. What were this week’s achievements, again? Who could he call and play for a fool? What would be the easiest method of obtaining the most chips from the least amount of shameful acts? The failed successor’s mind whirled with options and opportunities, and Mello let none of them go unconsidered.
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