Kaitou Nagano -- Ruthless

[notsagi]

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Name: Kaitou Nagano. Nickname: The Midnight Reaper. Sex: Male. Birthdate: October 13th. Age:: Eighteen. Nationality: J-Pan Ease, yo. True Name: Ruthless. True Name Location: The upper back, behind his heart. Type: Mendax (Sacrifice). Affiliaton: Transcendere Fatum. Height: Six feet even... minus one. 5'11''. Weight: 159 pounds. He's rather lean, but his frame is muscular for how slim it is. Hair: Kaitou's naturally brown hair has been dyed a dirty blonde hue in favor of his delinquent appearance (and because I wanted to try using Elliot's actual icons instead of my recolors). It's relatively short and spiky in the front, but grown out a bit longer in the back. enough for a few locks to hang over his shoulder at times. Eyes: They're blue. Large and blue. In actuality, his right eye is gold, but since middle school Kaitou has been wearing a blue-colored contact to mask its true shade. Heterochromia rocks, though. Outfit: Kaitou prefers threads of high quality, and the more expensive it looks, the more likely he is to wear it. He's never seen without a clean pair of slacks, a pressed dress shirt, polished dress shoes, tidy gloves, and a slim-fit coat. His attire is monochromatic; the only pieces of his outfit that aren't black or white are his ties and ribbons, which can be any color. Except orange. That means pink is a possibility. Don't rule it out. Now have a tidbit: Kaitou is adept at sewing, and made most of his clothes from scratch out of cheap materials. Ears: The ears, they exist! They're white and orange tabby cat ears sporting some brown spots. His tail is long, striped and bushy. Kaitou is quite neurotic when it comes to taking care of his tail, and will not hesitate to punch out anyone who so much as brushes their hand against it. Like Lewis. Sexual Orientation: Very sexual, baby! Heterosexual.

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Personality: FOR THE LAZY: ✓ Blunt and honest. ✓ Intelligent and witty. ✓ Values friendship. ✓ Loyal. ✓ Generous and giving. ✕ Major. Asshole. ✕ Poor social skills. ✕ Jaded. ✕ Picky. ✕ Severely spiteful. There is one defining trait that anyone can see in Kaitou the moment they make contact with him-- he is an asshole. He snarks, he jabs, and he will go out of his way to make you feel like utter garbage if you get on his bad side. At his best, he's irritable and makes poor conversation. Kaitou has no secrets to hide when it comes to his personal life, and will never lie to you unless he's got another agenda at hand. He's blunt, honest and to the point, though whether he's tactless or just doesn't care can sometimes be difficult to discern. Beyond the brutish exterior of our Reaper lies a very socially awkward teenager. Kaitou's parents died at an early age, and from there, he hopped from orphanage to orphanage (to his cousin's home, until...), displaying a voracity towards reading anything with print to offset (or further promote) his sub-par social skills. Taking a look through every book in sight has made his mind sharp and his wits quick; he is also quite knowledgeable in many fields, from the mundane to the scintillating to the obscure. However, he is unable to register any compliments that do not have to do with his abilities as a Mendax-- if you try to butter him up he'll either snap at you (this mostly applies to strangers) or start stuttering, baffled at the foreign words of praise (usually from his friends or acquaintances). It is very easy to agitate Kaitou, and perhaps even easier to make an enemy out of him, but to try and befriend him is an arduous task. His knack for enmity towards the general populace has jaded him, causing him to be quite picky when it comes to who he wants to let in past his initial walls. Well, Kaitou's pretty picky in general (do you ever see him not wearing his fancy schmancy clothes?), but that's beside the point. Those who he deems 'above scum' are only slightly better-off (he'll be less prone to attacking them but still as likely to jab at them without remorse), but congratulations would be in order for anyone who manages to make the Reaper their friend-- they will have found an entirely different teen. Kaitou treats his friends as if they were the most important people in his life. The delinquent values his friends above all else; he knows how few and far in-between they are. He is loyal to the point that he would gladly place his life on the line for them. You could even call him a martyr looking for a sacrifice to make (no pun intended). This in no way makes Kaitou's friends immune to his insults and rude mannerisms, though you might hear an apology every now and then from him. Kaitou will go out of his way to do favors for his friends; he's quite giving, you know! ...Of course, said 'favors' tend to be mugging someone and using their money to buy lunch for his friends or clearing a long line at a store or event by shoving aside everyone in front of him and brawling with anyone who gets cheeky... Tend to be, I said! Kaitou is capable of perfectly mundane favors as well! Like... Like... knitting a neat scarf, or making a bento, or doing the laundry-- Okay, I'll stop before I completely emasculate the guy. There's a catch, though. There's always a catch. Kaitou does not forget when someone wrongs him (many of us don't, yes?), but on top of that, he rarely forgives. Spiteful and vindictive may as well be in his name-- once you've scorned the Reaper, you've basically thrown away any chance of being his friend, or even his ally. Kaitou's hatred towards those he has deemed 'unforgivable' is boundless, and it'd be a miracle if he didn't try to beat those he loathes down upon every subsequent meeting with them. Mister Reaper's hobbies include reading, cooking, sewing, and feeding animals on the street. Surprisingly tame habits for one who got his reputation by beating the living crap out of people who cross him, huh? Kaitou loves sweets (did someone say s'mores?!) and dislikes spicy food. His favorite season is spring (he first learned how to cook on a warm spring day), and he abhors autumn (his parents died in October). He would not admit it in public, but Kaitou sometimes plays around with the idea of a world where he wasn't so gruff and hard-hearted, and perhaps lived a relatively normal life in contrast to his stressful reality. Eh, it's probably because he's read too many cheesy light novels recently. History: The Nagano name traces its roots to the Warring States period of Japan; it is a family known for its esteemed samurai, loyal retainers to the Tokugawa family. And that's as much as anyone will care about, so let's move onto Kaitou's parents~! Kaitou's father and mother, Daisuke and Chiaki, were a reputable pair among the Units in Septimal Moon. Daisuke was the Sacrifice of the pair, while his wife did all the fighting. When they found out Chiaki was expecting Kaitou, the two were overjoyed, and retired as a Unit to devote all their time and focus into raising their child... Heh. That sure didn't last long. Kaitou's parents adored him, and if they had lived longer, he would have lived a peaceful life, surrounded by warmth and love. But that's no fun, so the fates dealt Death upon Daisuke and Chiaki. On the eve of Kaitou's third birthday, their house was broken into by a trio of armed robbers. As they raided the Nagano home, they chanced upon the family's room. Chiaki's honed instincts awakened her, but before she could fully orient herself to take out the intruders, they had opened fire on her, severing the thread of her life with a spray of bullets. Daisuke snapped awake only to face the same fate. As he fell, he covered his son's body, hiding the baby's still-sleeping form... After the scene was discovered the next morning, Kaitou spent some time at the hospital as an effort was made to search for his next immediate family. The next problem arose from this situation: his only remaining family consisted of his aunt and cousins who were still tied to Septimal Moon; they had chosen to remain secluded from the outside world. Thus, there appeared to be no family left to hand Kaitou off to... So he was sent to the nearest orphanage. It became evident as Kaitou grew up that the sudden departure of his parents had made a massive impact on his psyche. He was withdrawn, spoke little, and generally stuck to playing with letter blocks and other toys by himself. The other children of the orphanage identified him as a weirdo, excluding him from their games (not that Kaitou tried to interact with them anyway). When the letter blocks got boring, one of the caretakers came and read Kaitou a book. The experience changed the boy forever. The letters he had played with for so long suddenly made sounds! Words were formed, sentences formed from the words, and stories came from the sentences. All of this fascinated the child, and from that moment on, he would abandon his little blocks and spend his time reading every single book in the orphanage... And the orphanage after that, and the one after that, and so on. Nobody seemed interested in the child with mismatched eyes, so the orphanage he started in decided to dump him to a neighboring facility. Kaitou continued his anti-social bibliophilic development, taking in every book at that orphanage over the course of a few years, upon which he was transferred again... And again... And a fifth time before his tenth birthday. It had taken seven years, but Kaitou's aunt, Minami, finally tracked him down to his current orphanage, and after a short talk with the kid (who just nodded along), he was whisked away to Shibuya to live with her and her children, Matsuo and Hanako. Years of improper social development began to pay their dividends when Kaitou first moved in. His cousins were curious of their only remaining family member, but any attempts they made to socialize with the boy were diffused as he stuck a book in between his face and theirs. When push came to shove, Hanako tried to yank the book away from Kaitou, incurring a furious tantrum from the latter. They were off to a great start. Matsuo was far from pleased to see some brat (even if he was his cousin) getting mad at his sister, and almost immediately a rift was torn between the two. Hanako, on the other hand, did not let the frightening rage of her older cousin intimidate or dissuade her-- she was determined to make a pal out of Kaitou, no matter what it took! 'Cause she's cheery and pushy like that. The next two years were spent adapting both to his new family and this foreign concept called 'school'. School turned out to be less of a new experience and more of the same for Kaitou. His classmates were nowhere near as interested in him as Hanako was, so they simply wrote him off as a quiet nobody and made no attempt to befriend him, leaving the boy to his own devices. There was a silver lining to this new mandatory phase of life, though: the library. Inside were dozens of shelves packed end-to-end with books, which delighted Kaitou. He spent all of his recess time in the library, and whenever his aunt was late in picking him up, he would make the most out of it by spending even more time within the hall of books. At some point a year and some months after meeting her new cousin, Hanako finally had the bright idea (she was nine, okay? It was a good idea!) to ask Kaitou about the book he was reading, which was filled with pictures of trains. Normally, the boy would shift around uncomfortably and try to ignore Hanako or just run away to the safety of his room whenever she tried to talk to him, but she had asked about the book this time. Not about him. And boy, did he have a lot to say about the books he coveted so. One question led to another, which led to another, and before he knew it, Kaitou had spent his whole afternoon not reading, but talking to his cousin. ...He kind of enjoyed the change of pace. So that means this would be the perfect time for the fates to step in again and progress Kaitou's story in their favored chaotic direction, right? Right! Towards the end of the winter trimester in sixth grade, Kaitou was having the best time of his life. He had let his walls down to his family, becoming close friends with Hanako and clearing up the static in his relationship with Matsuo. Hell, the kid even learned how to cook and sew from his new biffle (and sadly, he would wind up becoming far superior in both arts) As an early post-exams celebration, Minami decided to take the kids out for dinner and a movie. The food was good, and the movie was great-- it was the first time Kaitou had been to an actual theater to watch a film, and the four had a blast together. However, their jovial night was to be cut short by a middle-aged man with notched cat ears, a shaggy tail, and a twisted smile that was more than a little creepy. The kids were confused as to why this dingy-looking virgin man was in their way, but Minami knew full well what he was doing. His name was Shingo, and he was the Fighter half of her Unit. She shunned him at some point after marrying her late husband-- he had always pined for her while she held no interest in him, and his jealousy was borderline malicious. It had been over a decade and a half since she fled from Shingo, but their knot of destiny led him back to her, and he had a score to settle. A strange barrier formed around the five, and Shingo immediately attacked his Sacrifice, beating her down with his bare hands and an array of magics. Minami made a valiant effort to defend herself, but she was a mere Sacrifice, and far out of practice compared to her former Fighter, who probably spent every waking minute of his life thinking about how satisfying it would be to hear the-- crunch --Of his old flame's bones as he stomped on her fallen form in front of her children and nephew. The barrier fell as Minami's life was stolen from her, and the Mundanes who had been blind to the murder were given enlightenment. Screams followed Shingo's manic laughter, which did not cease even as he was taken away by the authorities. His was a mad cackle that would resonate until his own life was snuffed out by Septimal Moon, but to the three mortified children, it would haunt them for the rest of their lives. Following Minami's death, the remaining Nagano children awoke to their True Names, though none were made aware of it as they were separated from each other; Hanako and Matsuo were fortunate enough to be sent to the same orphanage and then picked up by Septimal Moon to learn of their names and what they truly meant. Kaitou would not be so lucky. He drifted once more from orphanage to orphanage, his reclusive nature taking a turn for the worse as without his cousins to placate him, his temper tantrums ran wild and got him into many a fight through his years in middle school. He became a well-known delinquent, going so far as to dye his hair blond and mask his right eye's color with a contact to promote his new identity. Prior to Kaitou's third year in middle school, he was approached by a man who did not address him by his name, but rather "Ruthless", the word that had magically etched itself into his back on the night his aunt died. Resisting the urge to throw a punch at the well-dressed man (it was instinct, y'know), he instead barked a demand: who the hell was he, and how did he know about the tattoo on his back? Instead of a smile and a bullshit excuse for a misleading reply (Kaitou was used to those), the man answered him straight-up. "That 'tattoo' is your name. Your true name. Ruthless. Like your parents before you, you are a cut above the mundane population of this planet. But above that, you are special." Special. The way the word smoothly sailed out from his lips bothered Kaitou. But as much as it aggravated him, he was moreso curious. No book could tell him what the tattoo on his back was, and nothing existed in the libraries around town that could explain just how Shingo had used magic out of thin air to murder his aunt. The young teen's thirst for knowledge overrode his doubts, and when the mysterious man offered to give him the answers, he accepted without a second thought. Mendax. The man said Kaitou was special, and he sure as hell was. Besides learning about the intricacies between a Fighter and a Sacrifice, Kaitou discovered that he was one of the Mendax, people who were not limited to playing just one of the roles. They could shift between one and the other flawlessly. It really wasn't all that fascinating until Kaitou produced his first flame, cast his first spell, and engaged in his first battle as a Unit. The delinquent took to spell battles like he had to books-- voraciously. Countless hours were spent in the training halls on Transcendere Fatum's grounds. To one who had experienced so many fights with his fists, the structured form of a spell battle was an entirely different environment for him to adapt to. Kaitou became just a tad notorious as a delinquent in and out of the realm of the Mundanes (read: his classmates), coining himself as the Midnight Reaper-- one who only came out at night to terrorize his fellow delinquent scumbags and other hapless victims. Among his fellow Mendax, he proved himself to be the most picky when it came to partners, refusing to fight with anyone, Fighter or Sacrifice alike, who could not land a single punch on him. Arrogant? Yes. Typical? Quite. Justified? ...Maybe. Kaitou was good, but many Units exist in the world-- far more than the ones he had already fought and defeated. Recently, Kaitou was informed that his other half had been found: Lewis Wagner, an American living in the area. While he was little more than nonplussed at the discovery of his 'partner', the teen decided to test his skill and determine whether or not Lewis was worth being his Fighter. To the delinquent's surprise, the white-haired punk not only managed to get past his defense, but nearly laid him out on top of that. Though his pride was bruised, he was impressed with the American's skill, and acknowledged him as his Fighter. As a person in general? He was annoying. Really annoying. Enough to almost drive Kaitou up a wall. And to make matters worse, Kaitou was transferred into a larger apartment, one that could accommodate a single roommate. Like Lewis. RP Sample: "Tch. Run with your tails behind your legs..." Kaitou sighed, twirling his knives shut before jamming them up his sleeves and into their holsters. A couple of punks from Gekkoukan had walked up to Port Island Station and immediately targeted him. Despite being so eager to fight, the instant Kaitou flipped his knives into the open, they started running. It was probably for the best... Hotaka couldn't cover his ass every time he got into a big fight, and to be honest, the Reaper was starting to lose the burning hatred he'd built up over the years. He was going soft, he claimed. Not that anyone besides those involved in the 'softening' would believe him, but that was irrelevant. "Looks like it's gonna rain... I'd better get home before the Dark Hour starts, then. Rainy nights are the worst during this time..." Too late, of course. By the time he'd gone to check his phone for the time, midnight had already struck, and the Dark Hour began... It was routine business for the Reaper, and even more so now that he had finally gotten accustomed to fighting with Alastor. Shadows beware if they dared attack... The rain, however, was a different story. Thunder erupted from the sky, and droplets of scarlet rain hailed down on the world, drenching Kaitou's suit and hair with the disgusting liquid. "Ugh! Damn it! I hate getting caught in the rain..." he shouted, feeling his hair clumping up. "Disgusting... I might as well toss this suit when I get home..." To add to his irritation, a Shadow had appeared in front of him-- a massive lion with a masked iron wrecking ball attached to a leg. Without hesitation, Kaitou slapped his watch down, summoning his Persona. "I have no patience for bullshit on a night like this... Bufula!" The cry spurred Alastor into action-- the demon half ripped apart from the knight's back, flying over the Shadow as it cackled. Soulless eyes of azure burned from above, and a pillar-like spiked crystal of ice appeared in the sky, crashing down and impaling the Shadow from above. As it bled into darkness, the two halves reformed, and the pair (trio?) walked off wordlessly in the direction of Naganaki. Kaitou's trek did not last more than a few minutes. Several gunshots rang out in the night, followed by harried footsteps. Kaitou had been in an alleyway, staring out at the street when a teen holding a gun whizzed by. If that wasn't enough, at least a dozen Shadows were chasing him down... Now Kaitou wasn't one to play hero--he was the Midnight Reaper, after all--but he also wasn't just going to let the Shadows do as they pleased. Dashing out of the alley, Kaitou threw several bombs as far as he could, blowing up two of the Shadows and attracting the attention of the rest. They decided that the new human was a bigger threat than the retreating one, and charged. The brunette sneered. "Matera! Blade of Fury!" From behind him, his Persona split again. The demon streaked past the Shadows, hacking and slashing away. Underneath them, the earth trembled and several spikes shot up, finishing off whatever the demon had not destroyed. The knight beside his master smirked. "Huh. That went well. Alastor! Follow the scent of the other person! Let's find him before he ends up bumping into something he can't run from." Before too long, Alastor had located the human, leading Kaitou to an abandoned warehouse. There were no Shadows around, a blessing at this point. He wouldn't want to get into another skirmish and startle the teen in hiding. Entering the building, Kaitou squinted; it was dark without lights, but a voice helped him locate the person he was looking for. "Oh fuck me, what do I do now?" English? Was this a foreigner? Who knew? Kaitou was going to find out soon. He made sure Alastor had been recalled beforehand. Unnecessary misunderstandings weren't needed. In other words, he didn't want to get shot. "Oi! Are you alright in there? The Shadows are gone!" he called out in clean English, and if not for the slight thickness in his voice, one could have mistaken him for a foreigner.

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[/li][li]Faceclaim: [b]PANDORA HEARTS[/b] - [i]Elliot Nightray[/i] - KAITOU NAGANO
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Welcome, Reaper! I look forward to seeing the antics you and Lewis get up to together. Oh, and look out for that little kid with your name, too.