Rafiel Gintoku
Mar 25, 2013 20:23:36 GMT -5
Post by Rafiel Gintoku on Mar 25, 2013 20:23:36 GMT -5
RAFIEL, GINTOKU
"My hatred for you is like a rampant fire. It's burning coarsely and can't be extinguished."
- Name: Rafiel Gintoku
- Nickname: Some people call him Raffy, but that's only when you want to be glared at or punched in the face. Depending on his mood.
- Sex: Male
- Birthdate: August 8th
- Age:: 27
- Nationality: Japanese
- True Name: Incandescence
- True Name Location: WHis name is wrapped around his thigh, in a dripping gothic font.
- Type: Fighter
- Affiliaton: Transcendere Fatum- Fire Chair
- Height: 6'3"
- Weight: 176 lbs
- Hair: His hair is a snowy white, it's fluffy and long, ending about middle to lower back. His bangs cover his eyes somewhat.
- Eyes: His eyes are small and thin, they are an azure color.
- Outfit: Usually seen in nothing but black clothing, he sticks to a darker kind of grunge look. He likes the tall black combat boots and the black trench coats. His eye-patch is a must.
- Ears: Yes. They are small and white and often hidden by his hair. His tail is lean and long, and poofs lightly at the tip.
- Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
- Personality: Because of Rafiel's past, he grew into a more distant and cold-hearted individual. He stopped caring about really anything, and is quick to snap at others.
He has a fiery temper and he doesn't really calm down quickly. The best way is just to distance yourself and wait for the glares to cease. He can be very destructive. Whether it is to someones face, or an inanimate object, most things don't escape his lashing tongue or fists of fury. Though at times when he is in a good mood, he can be playfully snarky. Sometimes it is hard to distinguish snarkiness from his usual grump. Just look for a faint smirk, and you will be able to tell if he's being playful.
He is very stubborn. Once he has his heart set on something, it's hard to break that ideal. He is very realistic, so most of his views can be related on.
Even though he is very serious, he can come off as somewhat of a tsundere at times. When he starts to like someone, (which is rare), they might elicit a small blush from him.
Though he comes of as a hot headed jerk most of the time, he is very loyal and devoted to his work. He stays focused and gets his work done right and on time. - History: Rafiel lived his life in refuge on the streets. He had grown up in the orphanage till he was about thirteen years old. For being nuns, the women who ran the place weren't very thoughtful or nice. He had decided when he got old enough that he would run away, and never go back. They had lashed him enough, even taking the sight away in his left eye. The nuns were cruel, and he detested them. On his thirteenth birthday, or what was assumed to be his thirteenth birthday, he ran away. When no one was looking he took to the shadows, and snuck out. Running to the most distant place he could think of.
He didn't get far. It was a year later and he still was in Tokyo. He was just a kid after all. No one hired kids. No one cared about the ones on the streets either. He stayed quietly by the bums sides, sneaking into the ring of heat made by the small fire in the trashcan. It was a day in winter, possibly one of the coldest he had ever gotten through. He was sick of the rotten food out of the garbage, he wanted something warm, something fresh that would heat him up. Only if it was a little bit. He stole from a vendor. Of course they had noticed, and he hadn't bolted as fast since the time he left the orphanage. His pant leg tore as he fled into an alley past a trashcan. He didn't know what it got caught on, but the force of the rip made him sprawl onto his face. He had dropped it. His warm cookie. Onto the filthy ground. He crawled over to it and dusted it off. He didn't care anymore. He ate it anyway. It was still somewhat warm and the insides were slightly gooey. Even though it fell into the filth, it was still the best damn cookie he had in his life.
From then on, he went through life in some short cut off shorts. He didn't have the money to replace the pants that had ripped. So he just tore them off. Gross old men had approached him thinking he was god knows what, maybe it was because of his "tattoo", then again it was probably because of the way his young ass looked in those shorts. He did have pretty legs for a boy. He was fourteen now, maybe fifteen, he didn't know. He was sitting in the park, waiting for people to leave so he could clean himself up when he was approached by a man. The man sat next to him on the bench, he looked suspicious. He scooted away farther along the bench but the man still sat there, peering at the "tattoo" on his leg. It was weird. It had appeared the night he almost got beaten by a crazy bum. The crazy pulled out a half caught on fire stick and started running after him, yelling something about how he was in his territory. Of course he ran, the stick still had hit his leg, leaving a burn that the name eventually replaced.
The man slowly began to talk to him, questioning him about the name on his thigh. Rafiel hardly answered back, his eyes full of mistrust was all the stranger needed to know that he wouldn't be getting anywhere. Eventually the stranger left, only to return every other day to try to talk to Rafiel. After about a few months, Rafiel began to trust the man, after all he had been feeding him with each visit, and even took him shopping for new clothes. A little while after that, the man had asked if he wanted to come with him to a place called "Trescendere Fatum". After all, the man had already explained to him the importance of the name, and that he was looking for a person like Rafiel. He said he needed a partner. Somewhat reluctantly, he chose to go with the man. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted a partner. Well, guardian would be more specific.
It wasn't long before he was thrust into training with the other guardians. He was prided as the Fire chairs guardian. He had skill, and potential. He hustled through training, putting his all into it. He finished quickly, and was now a fighting machine. His chair was exceptionally proud of him, and always kept him by his side. They won battles together, becoming kind of like brothers. He was too old to be considered a son. He was almost eighteen now.
Rafiel started to get worried when the chair disappeared for hours at a time. The chair hadn't told him where he was going, and things were starting to get really tense between the two associations. Trescendere Fatum were cranking out some results in experiments, and the fire chair was oddly obsessed with it. One day he decided to follow the chair. In guardian school, the one thing he pounded into his head was stealth. He didn't want to make any screw ups by being clumsy. It was odd. It took some coaxing to leave base, but after he had mentioned that he was going off with his chair, they let him pass. He had followed him all the way to SM base. He stayed outside the perimeter. He wasn't dumb. No one in their right mind would go to Septimal Moon. It was a couple of days after that the results had been passed in a meeting. The chair was sneaking information to Septimal Moon. He was betraying them. He waited silently for the chair, and stealthily followed him back to base. Tonight wasn't the only results he would get.
After the chair had gone to bed, he headed into his private stash. He found old notes he had taken at meetings, he took them of course. He had gotten lucky. He was trying to think of a way to kill off the chair, without anyone noticing that it had been murder. It was then that the chair had been struck with a cold. Since he was the guardian, he deemed himself in charge of the chairs care. It was a long day, and he thought it was as good as time as ever. He snuck and switched out the pills. It was a wussy way to kill him, and he probably could have done it better. But poisoning was the quickest and surest way. It killed him quick, he was dead by morning. People thought that the doctor had messed up the diagnose, the blame was on him. Since he was already twenty four, and an astounding guardian, they offered him the place of the Fire Chair. He had accepted the offer with a small smirk.
He knew full well what he did. It had been a justice. There was no room for traitors. He hadn't felt any remorse at all. - RP Sample: Well look at that. It makes a good fire starter.
- Your Name: Mikachu
- Timezone: Eastern
- Faceclaim:
[b]LAMENTO[/b] - [i]RAI[/i] - RAFIEL GINTOKU
