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Name: Suzaku
Canon: Yu Yu Hakusho
Class: Blonde; Upper Class
Personality: Cruel. Suzaku is not a nice person by any means. He has a cold nature, and a manipulative personality. People are useful as long as he can find a way to amuse himself at their expense. Despite his angelic appearance and melodic voice, Suzaku has a known cruel streak, and a love for causing other’s pain. To see others in pain; it fascinates him. How people react under pressure, how they act when things are not in their favor and they have to scrabble to survive. The very idea of watching someone with dark hair suffer at his hands (or the hands of others) appeals to him more than almost anything else.
Despite his face and form, Suzaku can fight, and while his build is rather slim, he’s got the muscles hidden under that flesh to protect himself. He just prefers to let others do the dirty work for him. That’s a grunt’s job, after all. Not to say that Suzaku won’t fight if need be, or even if he -wants- to. He just prefers not to dirty himself to get what he wants. He would hate to be called a thug...even if that is precisely what he is. The very act of seeing others in pain amuses him. He’d probably kick a kitten.
Everything Suzaku has ever wanted has been handed to him on a silver platter. Few people in his family if any were dark hairs, and from birth he was treated like a prince. It gave him a complex and ego beyond most blondies. His hair, his name, he was a prince, and it was his place as the superior of the species to punish those who were beneath him that got in his way. Dark hairs were there for amusement, fodder. Pets are animals to be used, abused, and then discarded.
Suzaku grew up attending private schools; nothing but the best for the son of the great Iwao. The little "princeling" took to the training it provided him, and at the same time began to cultivate a great love for beautiful music. Singing, piano, and especially...the wind instruments. When in leisure time, Suzaku himself likes to indulge in the flute. He can even sing...but he doesn’t. It’s not an important thing, not a tool he can use to manipulate others.
Background: Suzaku was born into wealth and privilege. His father was a wealthy businessman of the Upper Class, and his mother was a stay-at-home housewife of good breeding and beautiful golden hair, ever the dutiful mother and marital partner to her husband. She doted on Suzaku, but his father preferred a sterner upbringing.
Out of the two of them, Suzaku’s father was always emotionally distant with the boy, expecting that when his son grew up he would become a business major and take over his father’s work after him, as was proper for a son of his. Suzaku had been the only son born, his birth difficult, leaving his mother unable to have another child. His father had his heir however, and cared little else for having more, and that was fine with his mother as well. And while she doted on Suzaku and stood at Suzaku's father's side, their marriage was not a love match, but one of business ties. As Suzaku's mother began to grow ill, to a point where even science could not cure her, he watched as his father strayed more and more often. Mistresses, pets, with little regard for Suzaku's mother's feelings.
When his mother finally died, the little “princeling” was under his father’s full control and all coddling stopped the day after she was gone. The mourning period for Suzaku would be considered over then. His father never remarried, though he had his dalliances, his mistresses, and that was fine for him.
Suzaku is still young, but he is set in his ways. Dark haired people, to him are and will remain inferior and rarely useful outside of the typical uses.
Sample Third Person: There was the faint sound of bells as Suzaku made his way through the household towards his sitting room. Awaiting him there, were two of his servants, lesser middle class citizens who were loyal, if only out of fear of retribution. Suzaku eyed the pair, a man and woman and then glanced away, not even deigning their presence with a nod of his head. They simply weren't worth it. His words, however, were directed at them, even if he never met their eyes.
"Is this the one, then...?" he had such a beautiful voice. Soft and melodic, it seemed elemental with music...and was utterly misleading. The pair nodded, glancing at the trussed-up dark haired male who lay on the ground. There was a patch of blood gleaming in his oily black hair, brightening the tresses and creating a slightly metallic smell in the room. Slowly, the blonde man sashayed forward, prodding at the man with one small foot, turning him slightly.
"Did he manage to take anything?" he snapped and the pair shook their heads quickly in negative.
"No sir, he had the amethyst paperweight in his hands but hadn't pocketed it yet." Suzaku nodded curtly and leaned down to tenderly stroke the terrified man's hair back.
"You must be very hungry and desperate to try stealing..." he cooed. The man nodded, gagged, unable to speak but trying to communicate his raw terror. Suzaku nodded, tsking appropriately, a kindly smile touching his angelic face.
"You were very brave..." he murmured, fingers dancing over his neck once, patting him like one would a dog before standing.
"It's simply a pity that you weren't fast enough to not get caught. A pity for you, that is!" he added with a laugh, and without warning his foot shot out, slamming into the man's nose. There was a sickening crunch, blood spurting onto Suzaku's delicate red slipper, dyeing the tip a darker crimson. He smiled, slamming his foot into him once more, this time his stomach. A sickening crack was his answer, followed by a low, pained gasp of pain through the gag.
"I don't like when dogs don't learn their place." he said simply as he kicked him once more, sending the body rolling over, shuddering and whining in pain. There was another chuckle from Suzaku before he snapped his fingers imperiously. Without word, his flute was placed in his hands a moment later and he raised it to his lips, beginning a haunting melody. Beautiful....if eerie. It was short-lived however, serving to focus Suzaku and ease his prisoner's fears for a moment, lulling him into a false sense of security.
"I think I should punish him." he said at last, pulling the flute from his lips. His servants shared a glance of horror but nodded, helping the dazed man up and pulling away the blindfold. They were paid well for their obedience, and knew better than to disobey the princeling. Carefully, they helped the unfortunate soul towards a small marble column set up near Suzaku's prized indoor fountain. Helping him to kneel down, forcing him to open his mouth and remain there. One on either side, they held his arms, glancing away.
Casually, Suzaku sauntered forward, staring at that patch of blood on that slick black hair. It was like a target, just begging for the right missile. Who was he to deny it? And besides, the man more than deserved it for attempting robbery from him.
"There is only punishment." he intoned softly, sweetly before drawing his foot back and slamming it forward. The man's head slammed forward, and all of those worn down white teeth were destroyed as his jaws met that marble, spraying them with that rich red blood. He tried to scream, choking on blood, fear, and teeth, and Suzaku simply raised his hand, laughing coyly.
"It's a pity that he didn't scream louder, don't you think?"
His servants knew better than to argue.
Sample Journal Entry: I'm disgusted at the security around here as of late. A dog managed to break into my estates and attempted to rob me.
You police may have what is left for evidence. My servants will vouch that all violence done to the man was done strictly because he not only disobeyed me but was cheeky and dared attempt to attack my person.
As I said. You may take what is left and do with him what you will. He's quite useless.
Canon: Yu Yu Hakusho
Class: Blonde; Upper Class
Personality: Cruel. Suzaku is not a nice person by any means. He has a cold nature, and a manipulative personality. People are useful as long as he can find a way to amuse himself at their expense. Despite his angelic appearance and melodic voice, Suzaku has a known cruel streak, and a love for causing other’s pain. To see others in pain; it fascinates him. How people react under pressure, how they act when things are not in their favor and they have to scrabble to survive. The very idea of watching someone with dark hair suffer at his hands (or the hands of others) appeals to him more than almost anything else.
Despite his face and form, Suzaku can fight, and while his build is rather slim, he’s got the muscles hidden under that flesh to protect himself. He just prefers to let others do the dirty work for him. That’s a grunt’s job, after all. Not to say that Suzaku won’t fight if need be, or even if he -wants- to. He just prefers not to dirty himself to get what he wants. He would hate to be called a thug...even if that is precisely what he is. The very act of seeing others in pain amuses him. He’d probably kick a kitten.
Everything Suzaku has ever wanted has been handed to him on a silver platter. Few people in his family if any were dark hairs, and from birth he was treated like a prince. It gave him a complex and ego beyond most blondies. His hair, his name, he was a prince, and it was his place as the superior of the species to punish those who were beneath him that got in his way. Dark hairs were there for amusement, fodder. Pets are animals to be used, abused, and then discarded.
Suzaku grew up attending private schools; nothing but the best for the son of the great Iwao. The little "princeling" took to the training it provided him, and at the same time began to cultivate a great love for beautiful music. Singing, piano, and especially...the wind instruments. When in leisure time, Suzaku himself likes to indulge in the flute. He can even sing...but he doesn’t. It’s not an important thing, not a tool he can use to manipulate others.
Background: Suzaku was born into wealth and privilege. His father was a wealthy businessman of the Upper Class, and his mother was a stay-at-home housewife of good breeding and beautiful golden hair, ever the dutiful mother and marital partner to her husband. She doted on Suzaku, but his father preferred a sterner upbringing.
Out of the two of them, Suzaku’s father was always emotionally distant with the boy, expecting that when his son grew up he would become a business major and take over his father’s work after him, as was proper for a son of his. Suzaku had been the only son born, his birth difficult, leaving his mother unable to have another child. His father had his heir however, and cared little else for having more, and that was fine with his mother as well. And while she doted on Suzaku and stood at Suzaku's father's side, their marriage was not a love match, but one of business ties. As Suzaku's mother began to grow ill, to a point where even science could not cure her, he watched as his father strayed more and more often. Mistresses, pets, with little regard for Suzaku's mother's feelings.
When his mother finally died, the little “princeling” was under his father’s full control and all coddling stopped the day after she was gone. The mourning period for Suzaku would be considered over then. His father never remarried, though he had his dalliances, his mistresses, and that was fine for him.
Suzaku is still young, but he is set in his ways. Dark haired people, to him are and will remain inferior and rarely useful outside of the typical uses.
Sample Third Person: There was the faint sound of bells as Suzaku made his way through the household towards his sitting room. Awaiting him there, were two of his servants, lesser middle class citizens who were loyal, if only out of fear of retribution. Suzaku eyed the pair, a man and woman and then glanced away, not even deigning their presence with a nod of his head. They simply weren't worth it. His words, however, were directed at them, even if he never met their eyes.
"Is this the one, then...?" he had such a beautiful voice. Soft and melodic, it seemed elemental with music...and was utterly misleading. The pair nodded, glancing at the trussed-up dark haired male who lay on the ground. There was a patch of blood gleaming in his oily black hair, brightening the tresses and creating a slightly metallic smell in the room. Slowly, the blonde man sashayed forward, prodding at the man with one small foot, turning him slightly.
"Did he manage to take anything?" he snapped and the pair shook their heads quickly in negative.
"No sir, he had the amethyst paperweight in his hands but hadn't pocketed it yet." Suzaku nodded curtly and leaned down to tenderly stroke the terrified man's hair back.
"You must be very hungry and desperate to try stealing..." he cooed. The man nodded, gagged, unable to speak but trying to communicate his raw terror. Suzaku nodded, tsking appropriately, a kindly smile touching his angelic face.
"You were very brave..." he murmured, fingers dancing over his neck once, patting him like one would a dog before standing.
"It's simply a pity that you weren't fast enough to not get caught. A pity for you, that is!" he added with a laugh, and without warning his foot shot out, slamming into the man's nose. There was a sickening crunch, blood spurting onto Suzaku's delicate red slipper, dyeing the tip a darker crimson. He smiled, slamming his foot into him once more, this time his stomach. A sickening crack was his answer, followed by a low, pained gasp of pain through the gag.
"I don't like when dogs don't learn their place." he said simply as he kicked him once more, sending the body rolling over, shuddering and whining in pain. There was another chuckle from Suzaku before he snapped his fingers imperiously. Without word, his flute was placed in his hands a moment later and he raised it to his lips, beginning a haunting melody. Beautiful....if eerie. It was short-lived however, serving to focus Suzaku and ease his prisoner's fears for a moment, lulling him into a false sense of security.
"I think I should punish him." he said at last, pulling the flute from his lips. His servants shared a glance of horror but nodded, helping the dazed man up and pulling away the blindfold. They were paid well for their obedience, and knew better than to disobey the princeling. Carefully, they helped the unfortunate soul towards a small marble column set up near Suzaku's prized indoor fountain. Helping him to kneel down, forcing him to open his mouth and remain there. One on either side, they held his arms, glancing away.
Casually, Suzaku sauntered forward, staring at that patch of blood on that slick black hair. It was like a target, just begging for the right missile. Who was he to deny it? And besides, the man more than deserved it for attempting robbery from him.
"There is only punishment." he intoned softly, sweetly before drawing his foot back and slamming it forward. The man's head slammed forward, and all of those worn down white teeth were destroyed as his jaws met that marble, spraying them with that rich red blood. He tried to scream, choking on blood, fear, and teeth, and Suzaku simply raised his hand, laughing coyly.
"It's a pity that he didn't scream louder, don't you think?"
His servants knew better than to argue.
Sample Journal Entry: I'm disgusted at the security around here as of late. A dog managed to break into my estates and attempted to rob me.
You police may have what is left for evidence. My servants will vouch that all violence done to the man was done strictly because he not only disobeyed me but was cheeky and dared attempt to attack my person.
As I said. You may take what is left and do with him what you will. He's quite useless.