Kitai Yoru

{appearance}

Hair: His hair is an ivory white color, with hints of faded yellow every dozen hairs, giving it the impression of aged bone. The hair is thick and ragged, sticking out in random places, and almost looks like a white flame when it moves. His hair reaches the small of his back, covering his ears on the way down. The front of it covers his eyes and nose, making them invisible to the world around him, but curves with his smile, as not to cover it. He loves his hair very much, never able to shorten the ivory hair. A surefire way to gain his wrath is to damage is wonderful hair.

Face: The first this you notice about his face, is that he wears a wicked face-splitting grin on his face constantly, being wide enough to see all of his pearly-whites. In all honesty, it kinda looks painful being that large. His jawline is broad with a slight point at the chin. His cheeks were thinned, as if from a lack of eating. Next are his teeth. All of his teeth look jagged and razor sharp, with a few chipped teeth. He has elongated canines that only make his grin all the more wicked.

His eyes were what you would expect from someone with natural white hair; bloody, crimson red, though sometimes they aren't. Whatever. The look they had went with the color perfectly as well. The look he has in his eyes is of overwhelming madness and insanity, with a touch of bliss and, that glow whenever he gets angry. The chaos that exist in those eyes feels like an abyss; able drag you down into the darkness and never let you leave. His eyes are his favorite feature on his face. The red just complements his personality so well in his mind. His eyes aren't to be seen by the faint of heart, and can spread so much fear. He loves to scare others like this, but can't always because of his hair.

His eyebrows are just as ivory colored as his hair. They are bushy and ends in points at the ends. The center of the two brows are kept void of hair, as to avoid having a uni-brow. His nose, if you could see it past his hair, is curved like a slope ending in a tip. He would be considered quite handsome if he lessened his smile and showed his face, but the way it is, he looks like his head is a giant smile, seeing as his hair color blends in with his skin.

Body: His body was thin and seemingly underfeed, but not enough to look unhealthy. His arms and legs were thin and long, being a few inches longer than body proportions should allow, giving him a lanky build. His skin is a sickly, abnormal shade of white, that definitely not good for your health. His fingers are long, skinny and have a few cut and burn marks faded to match the color of his skin.

His shoulders are broad, sloping at a downwards angle. They seem to be powerful despite his frail frame. The left shoulder has one scar on it. In the middle of the shoulder is a round scar, the exact size of a bullet. It is now a faded yellow color against his white skin.

His arms are longer than they should be on a normal body, even for a person his size. They are long and wiry, making them look strong, despite how thin they are. He also keeps his arms and hands free of hair The fingers are just like his arms in this respect. They, however, have a few scars on them. Each finger has at least one or two small cuts on them, but unlike the one on his shoulder, these are faded to be little darker than his actual skin tone. His legs are long; very much so. They may be thin, but they are also VERY toned. His legs are shaved, and are very smooth, just like his arms. His feet are also large. He wears a size 22 boot.

Clothing: The outfit he wears is a direct contrast to his skin and hair color. He wore a onyx black straitjacket with the straps undone. The sleeves were shorter then par for normal straitjackets, but still go 4 inches past the tip of his finger. The sleeves are very baggy, able to fit who-knows-what inside with his arms. This jacket also stopped at the waist, missing the crotch strap straitjackets have.

The edges of the jacket also look like they were cut with scissors. There are 3 straps in the front and are a dark crimson color. With them being undone, the jacket hangs open. The shirt underneath the jacket is a black shirt with a turtleneck of the same color. Around his neck, on a long silver chain, and at the end of said chain, there is a silver cross that falls to the center of his chest.

His pants were a pair of midnight black khakis, with the ends of the legs curled at the ankle and held in place by a few hidden pins. He wears black, steel toed boots with white laces that covered his white socks. The second to last piece of his dark attire was a paper white, wide brimmed fedora, With a swirling pattern on the rim. The final piece, was a gun-metal gray rocket launcher-shaped device on his back, hanging there through unknown means. Although, if you asked him how, he say it was magic. And then he would shoot you with it.

{personality}Dislikes: [1.His past. It haunts him like nightmare that won't end, no matter how hard he wills it to leave. He can manage to forget it for awhile though.

2.The sun. It's too bright and burns his skin far too easily. Also it always makes him sweat.

3. Candy. The tiny sugary garbage. How someone can stand something that sweet is beyond him. He dislikes the tiny treats so much, that he will often shoot candy stores that he passes by, laughing all the while.

4. Happy family's. He dislikes them purely out of envy. His happy family was ruined, and hates to be reminded of the pain. The pain affects him at a subconscious level, so he can feel the pain, but not know why when he forgets.

5. Quiet. He can't stand it when there isn't any noise. He whistles when there isn't any noise, just to make some. Or he sings a lovely song, or a not-so-lovely song. Any of the three work fine for him, so long as there is noise.

6. Small animals. Rodents, birds and such. Having the nerve to try and take his food when is back is turned, the thieving filth deserve to be at the bottom of the food chain. If only, just get eaten by the larger predators.

7. Anything that tries to steal from him. Someone trying to take away something that he's earned? Not on your life! He refuses to let someone take his things without his permission. He is however willing to let someone borrow something of his for a set amount of time.

8. When someone takes God's name in vain. If he hears someone do so, he will tell them not to, and to watch their tongue. If he hears them say it again, he will attack them, but not kill. More like beat to submission.

9. The number 6, and any other number with a 6 in it. It reminds him of that number. If you can't guess what number, then shame on you.

10. Being bored. Come on, who likes being bored? He NEEDS to be doing something, he doesn't really care what, just so long as something is happening.

11. Rapists. Does that really need a reason? There will be no mercy to these people, and he will maim them beyond recognition, even willing to work with others to beat one.

12. Perverts/peeping toms. He understand how someone could take advantage of woman like that, ignoring what makes them 'them'! Personality is better then skin! These people end a bleeding bruise on the floor if he spots them.

13. Driving. He gets bored with all the rules that the road has. He tends to try and make driving.... enjoyable when he does it. Driving includes anything with a steering wheel.

14. Thieves and robbers. Lets just say that he has a bad history with them.

15. Smug and prideful people. These people annoy him to no end. Their attitude and the looks on their faces, looking down on others! He will not stand it! He will teach anyone a 'lesson' if they have an attitude like this.

16. Tsundere. They annoy him somethin' fierce. Only insulting others and beating on the one that they like just drives him up a wall. On a side note, anyone that CAN put up with one, instantly gets his respect, because they must have the patience of a saint if they can.

17. Human rules. "Humans think that they can give me rules? I WANNA SEE THEM TRY TO MAKE ME FOLLOW 'EM!"

18. Santa. ...What? He may be a saint, but be breaks into houses, AND HE STOLE CHRISTMAS! That is reason enough.

19. Being manipulated. He hates this. Hates it so much, being tricked into doing something he may or may not have wanted to do. It makes him feel bad.]



Likes: [1. Cheese. He. Loves. Cheese. He loves cheese so much, that he always has some with him. A large amount. Almost any food gets cheese. He even made a drink out of cheese.

2. Root beer. The greatest drink ever. Words don't describe how he feels about this drink. He sadly cannot carry root beer around, but he always has it with any meal. Any establishment that does not sell root beer is in for a big surprise.

3. His canon. He always has is in plain sight. People often gawk at the size of it and how well he uses it. Yes his cannon always gets stared at. The authority's often stop him for having it out for all to see. In response to them, he pulls it off his back with one arm, and fires at their faces.

4. Laughing. He loves to laugh. It makes him happy when he laughs, no matter how sad he was before.

5. Meat. The taste is unreal to him. He just loves every, savage bite he takes, quickly devouring his meal like a wild animal. He likes meat regardless of how its cooked, if at all. He would just a quickly eat a raw slab of meat as he would eat a chard lump of flesh, even if its still burning. Any meat is good meat to him.

6. His things. He sees as anything he has as something he has worked hard for, and treats them with the utmost care. He makes sure that they are fixed if damaged, and makes the ones that damaged them hurt.

7. His body. He has been told that his body is sickly, frail, ugly and all sorts of things like that. He has always told them the same thing. 'Why do I care about your opinion? It's my body, and I'm happy with it.' He loves having a body, and hardly cares what it looks like. As long as its his body, he is happy with it, because it was the first thing he was given.

8. God. In spite of how he acts, talk, lives, he is grateful to god for the life he was given. And because if this, he hunts hollows, bounts, shinigami, and sinners in his name.

9. The number 7, and any number with a 7 in it. He sees it as lucky, and it reminds him of 777.

10. Singing. Even with all his insanity, he is still a wonderful singer. He sings to sad children mostly. He does it to try and cheer them up.

11. Women. He is willing to do just about anything to help a women in need. Other then ones from other races. But yeah, be it helping them with bags, to making them happy.

12. Children. And not in that way you sicko. He sees children as potential for good in the future. He will keep any child safe, and even if they are from another race, he will protect them. He would not attack the parents of the child when they came to find them.

13. Cakes and other baked goods. Any baked sweets is good cake to him. Within reason of course. You may think it strange that he likes baked goods but hates candy.

14. Giving people unsatisfying answers, or not giving them one at all. It's too much fun to see them get all annoyed by it.

15. Annoying people. He just likes seeing people annoyed, not sure why.

16. The number 8. It is 1 higher then 7 and is like 2 of the number 4.

17. Driving. Remember how he didn't like driving cause it was boring 'cause of the rules? Well he likes driving when he can ignore those rules. And yes, it is as bad as it sounds.

18. Building things. He loves making different things. He made everything he currently wears. He likes making weapons the most.

19. He enjoys giving nicknames. Other people call this 'butchering of names' for some reason. He has no idea why though.

20. Getting gifts. One of the few ways to instantly get on his good side. If you give him a gift, he will either see you as a friend or owe you. Both of these are good and bad in their own right. He might even not kill someone if they gave him a gift, or consider another race a temporary ally.

21. Eating hollows. He got the idea after seeing a hollow try and eat the spirit of a child. After making the hollow beg for death, he decided to make the situation ironic, and ate most of the hollow, and now he has a taste for the monsters. Not the arrancar though, they're too chewy.

22. Freaking out at random people. He loves doing this to other characters. Here is how meeting a character would go. "Susan? SUSAN! Oh Susan, is that you? How did you survive the crash? I thought everyone else died! If I had known you had survived I would have gone back for you! I mean... I crashed that thing right in the side of a mountain trying to kill you. And now I find you. Not even missin' a LIMB! I mean, how could I have messed up? Everyone else died! Why are you alive!? You should feel ashamed of yourself. You ruined the gift I tried to get you!" That would be what a first meeting would be like, give or take a plane and a story full of crap.]

Flaws: [1. Forgetful. He rarely remembers anything he is told unless he wants to.

2. Scatterbrained. He could be talking about one thing and not even a second later be on a totally different subject the next. He does this with everything, except when he is trying to kill something.

3. Personality disorder. His personality is just like his train of thought; all over the place. His mood changes from happy, to angry, to sad every other sentence, and not necessarily in that order. This is a constant, unless something of his is damaged/destroyed, or he is being serious about trying to kill an opponent. Then his mood is that of pure anger.

4. He is an albino. Now, while one shouldn't think that one's skin is a flaw, this is a special case. Kitai's skin is so pale, that even a few minutes in the sun will give him horrible burns. This is the reason he wears so much.

5. He will kill any other race. Now while he doesn't hate the other races(other that shinigami), he sees them as an affront to god, and takes it upon himself to send then to the next life to ask for forgiveness from god. Other than mod souls. He won't try to kill mod souls because they are souls. He believes that they are simple victims and do not deserve death yet. And he may not

6. Sadistic. He takes extreme pleasure in causing pain to others, believing that the ones on the receiving said pain completely deserve the pain he inflicts.

7. Masochistic. In the same way he is sadistic, he believes that he deserves the pain inflicted upon him, and takes pleasure in the act, seeing it as a way to repent for the things he's done.

8. Do not let him drive. If you like everything being in one piece. Do. Not. Let. Him. Drive. ANYTHING!

9. He is very annoying, and enjoys being so.

10. Doesn't play well with others. It can be hard to work with him, unless you are trying to protect something with him, or trying to get something he wants.

11. He often destroys things for fun; building, cars, society, peace, just to name a few. He is really dangerous when he's bored, isn't he?]



Habits: [1. Laughing. He laughs all the time. Normally its only light chuckling, but when he's fighting, those chuckles turn into insane crackles.

2. Innuendos. He speaks in them very often. They are mainly about his cannon and sword, but he'll make a random one if he gets the chance. He also claims not to know what an innuendo is.

3. Prays for fallen opponents, or the dead in general. When he slays an enemy, he prays their fallen soul to find heaven. He does the same if he sees another die, or any fallen bodies.

4. Going for walks. He goes for walks, just so someone can confront him for some reason or another. Mainly the cannon on his back. He then starts shooting the ones who confront him.

5. Whistling. for some reason, some strange reason, this man can whistle without the need of his lips. So he whistles, randomly, when he wants to.

6. He doesn't see any of the other races as what they are. Instead he sees them from a religious standpoint. He sees hollows as wraiths out to ruin the world of the lord. Quincy's are seen a witches. Sinners are seen as is. Failures are viewed as demons. Mod souls are souls that were sent back to relive their life. Bount's are vampires. Fullbringers are humans gifted by God to aid others. And shinigami are the worst in his eyes. He sees them as stronger spirits that claim themselves as gods to oppose the lord, and must be killed no matter what. He also sees anything involving the spirits as magic.

7. He won't kill a human. No matter what they do to him, he refuses to end their life. Doesn't mean he won't fight them, it's just that he won't go for kill shots.

8. He tries to never give out his real name. He gives out random fake names to anyone who asks. His usual lies are either 'Jack the ripper', or 'Carl the llama'. Yeah. He's crazy.

9. He often goes around the darkest, shadiest places he can find when he gets bored. He calls it 'hunting the scum of the earth', and lets just say that you don't want him hunting you.

10. Yelling at the annoying voice in his head. He always hears this chick that is constantly saying what he is doing. He tried looking for her EVERYWHERE, but he can't find her. She is also snarky and yells at him a lot. Mainly for blood and stuff. APPARENTLY she loves the stuff....Not that he doesn't feel the same way.]

Fears: [1. He fears his past. The one bad day that ruined his whole life. Try as he might, he can never completely for get it. He thinks that, if he remembers all of his past, he will become so depressed that he might try to end it all.

2. Being alone. He is terrified of being alone. As long as he has someone or is able to get to someone quickly, he won't be afraid. Even animals or any of the other races would help alleviate his fear.

3. Of being caught in the sun. When he goes outside, he has to completely cover himself up, as not to catch sunburn. His fear is that, if he is forced to experience the rays of the sun on his bare skin, it would cook him alive, yet not killing him. It's quite painful, as you can imagine, and even though he enjoys pain, he wouldn't enjoy that much, for that long.

4. Sheep. ....I know.... He hates their eyes and how fluffy they are. The eyes are just.... Goats are also something he fears. "Sheep. SHEEP! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO, GET IT AWAY! THOSE EYES ARE EVIL!"]



Goals: [1. He plans to go from city to city, slaying the evil spirits that reside in them, in hopes to please the lord.

2. To completely forget his past. He wants to be free from that nightmare. then he can be truly happy.

3. Make a root beer launcher to go with his cheese cannon. Why, because its root beer. It is too awesome not to have a launcher made for it.

4. Destroy all sheep and goats. He is that terrified of the things that he wants them gone. G.O.N.E.

5. He wants to go to soul society, and wreck the place worse then an f5 hurricane. He just wants to go in there, and destroy everything, and everyone.

6. He wants to destroy anyone and everything related to the group 'xecution'. They broke him by killing the only person cared about, he'll break their backs. He will ruin them.]

Alignment: [chaotic evil]

Overall Personality: [He is an insane, unpredictable, bipolar, psychopath with a tendency towards violence and blatant destruction. He would hug you just as he would stab you. Any conversation is completely lost on him, every word going in one ear and out the other, unless he feels like remembering. He doesn't understand the concept of pain, seeing it as just another aspect of life, and simply ignoring it, feeling no pity for those who can't handle it. He refuses to kill, but that only applies to humans; anything else is fair game. He talks to himself at times, right before he does something others would deem insane.

He is the type of guy that 'wears his heart on his sleeve', so to speak. He lets his emotions show in whatever he does. He does however keep his anger in check when he isn't fighting. Still, it can be hard to tell what he is feeling since he always has a smile on. A smile so large that it shouldn't be possible, but still a smile.

He takes joy in causing fear and spreading chaos, laughing gleefully in doing so. He will gladly help a human for help, if asked. Despite everything, he loves being useful. He will do almost anything to be of use to someone. He also loves building things, able to make just about anything he puts his unstable mind to.

If threatened by a human, he will fire the gooey cheese from his cannon in their face; because he thinks its funny. In fact, e sees anything a human does, aside from murder, rape, and theft as funny, gladly laughing at them, or with them. Any thing another race does however, is seen as an insult to his person and the lord, and will do his best to strike them down, with a wicked smile, showing that he is happy to do so. He cannot kill a child however. He will never kill a child, or do anything that would get one killed, no matter his or her race, even wiling to work with another race to save one.

He often goes looking for trouble, trying to have as much fun as he can, shooting at everything with his cannon. It is hard to get him to work with others, only really working for someone if they beat him in a fight. Even then, he will only work for them as long as they can keep beating him. If another race beats him, he will not attack that person again until he deems himself strong enough to kill them. He would work for the one who beat him and spared his life if they wanted. He would say he owes them for letting him keep his gift from God.

He gives of a constant feeling of blood lust and madness, hoping to scare someone into a fight. He loves destruction and pain, even if it's his own. He take joy in killing his enemies, thriving in the blood soaked ground which he walks. He enjoys killing in front of their comrades, slowly and painfully, as to increase their fear and rage. He feels nothing but pleasure for every ounce of fear and pain spread. He is happy and joyful on the outside, but on the inside, he is nasty, wicked even. He enjoys watching you break into pieces, to see you lose all hope, just to end you after.

When he gets mad, and I mean REALLY mad, he frowns. Yes, the 'forever grin' goes away. Instead he wears a small frown. He doesn't laugh, doesn't even speak. When he gets like this, you had better run, cause he doesn't care what he kills when he's like this. He will not stop until whatever pissed him off is dead.

He is rude, disrespectful, and makes enemies as breathing. He insults others constantly, either directly or otherwise through his actions. He sees everyone as another person to annoy or torment. He loves aggravating people, and running away from them. He loves the chase and is not likely to stop unless he is beaten into submission. He also uses this to trick people into underestimating him.

{History}We see the sun slowly dip down over the horizon from a bridge. The sunset is beautiful, the sky is a vibrant orange, the clouds are a cotton-candy pink, and just looking at it gives you a sense of peace. This is what a young girl, maybe 17 years old, sees standing on the metal guard rail of the bridge, holding on to one of the support beams. The girl takes a deep breath, and is about to jump, when a voice stops her. "Why would you do this with so much still to live for?" She stops herself from falling from surprise and lack of balance. She turns to her left, only to see a tall man standing next to her on the rail.

The man was just standing there, just looking towards the nearly set sun, the remaining light casting a shadow over his face. She finally gets over her shock at the man's sudden arrival. "My life is awful, I can't stand it! Don't try and stop me!" She says to the man standing next to her. She turns her head back towards the sun, just about gone now. "I won't, but how about a story before you go to meet our lord early?" He asks her an a soothing tone of voice.

The girl thought it over once in her head. She figured she might as well. "...Fine, I'll listen to your story." She responds to the strangely dressed person next to her. He was about 3 feet away, so she figured he couldn't grab her from there. With the sun all the way set, she was able to notice the details of his state of dress better. While she was dressed in normal clothes, a long sleeved green shirt with jeans and sneakers, this man was just bizarre. He was wearing all black other than his hat. 'Is that a straight jacket? If it is, then it's wrong color. Weren't they meant to be white? His pants are fairly normal, but who wears boots all the time? And his hair is longer than mine!' She thought to herself, thinking his hair was dyed.

She still couldn't see his face due to the lighting, street lights on the bridge having turned on after the sun set. "Then how about we sit down, 'cause my story is fairly long". He says, slowly lowering himself to sit atop the rail. The girl was hesitant to do so, but seeing no moves to grab her, she complied. "Now, where to start this tale? He says, more to himself then the girl, tilting his head towards the now night sky." He says, narrating aloud. With this motion, the girl was finally able to see under the shadow the hat created. She wasn't able to see much however, as his hair covered every part of his face aside from his smiling mouth. 'Why is he smiling like that? When I'm doing something like this? And what did he do to his teeth?' She pondered to herself once again.

She was about to ask when he spoke once again. "Of course, silly me, when you start a story, you must start from the beginning!" He proclaimed, his smile twitching slightly, still looking at the sky, sounding far too ecstatic. "My story begins around 19 years ago. A baby had just been born, to a family that was very wealthy. The family was fairly famous, so news of the baby was spread all around. Things weren't all well and good however." He he paused, leaving a slight feeling of suspense for the girl. Then he started once more.

"You see, the baby was born with a rare, unexpected, condition called Albinism. This condition is where the a person's skin is bleached white and their eyes are red or reddish-pink. The parents, were shocked at the turn of events and, not used to a surprise such as this, were angry. They had a reputation to uphold, why would they want a child like this?" He stated, wiping an invisible tear from his now hidden face, having tilted his head towards the place where the sun last set.

The girl wanted to say something, but held her tongue. If she were telling her story, she wouldn't want anyone interrupting her. And as suddenly as it stopped, it started once more "This was what was going through both of their minds at the time. This wasn't an option for the famous couple however. The were well aware of what would happen to their fame if they put him up for adoption or if something... unfortunate were to befall the young albino. So they smiled and waved for the cameras, acting like a happy family in public. Behind closed doors however... was an entirely different matter." He paused for a breath of air.

The girl was getting drawn into the story with each passing moment. He started once more. "The boy was neglected most of his life, neither parent caring to look after him, or giving him more than a glance from time to time. Still, the boy was happy with that oddly enough. It's weird, trust me I know, but that is how he got most of his happiness from his childhood. He thought, 'if they notice me, then they must care about me'. He was an attention craved child, but never acted out. Loving mom, and dear old dad, got real mad if he ever misbehaved." He paused to rub his arm with his right hand, as if remembering something painful.

Oh how she wanted to ask what happened, but she couldn't find the words to speak. "This is how he lived his first seven years of life. Around halfway into the seventh year, something changed. Late one the night, a group of men broke into his home. The boy heard the men downstairs, and so did his parents. The dad hand brought his gun just in-case. The men were prepared however. The not-so-happy family were at the top of the stairwell when it happened. With the boy a few feet back, the men fired at the parents. The dad gripped his chest in pain. The mom screamed bloody murder, 'cause she got sprayed by splatter." He paused once more, looking strained. She was beginning to think he was stopping at the most suspenseful parts on purpose.

She couldn't ask because you know why. "The mom didn't get the chance to grab for her fallen husband's weapon though. One of the men had run up the stairs and grabbed her. You don't want to know what they started doing to her. The boy had run off to his room after his mom screamed. The boy now looking from afar, in the little safety his room held. He could hear muffled screams from the mother."

"The men started doing things, horrible things to her. The boy couldn't stand to see his mother in such a state, and ran back into his room for a weapon of some sort. He found a fork that he had left in his room by mistake. He grabbed it, ran out of his room and, in an attempt to save his mother, stabbed one of the men in the crotch. Oh he got the verman good with that one. Too bad it wasn't enough." He said, sounding depressed at the memory.

"The man yelled in pain, and kicked the boy across the floor. He then beat the boy half to death. The man left him alive though, but not for the reason you might think. The boy, still awake after the beating, was forced to watch as they 'did things' to his mother. The boy was in tears at having to watch such a thing, but was promptly shot in left shoulder, quickly followed by his mother to the head. The men, thinking they shot the boy's heart, stole whatever they could find, and left." He said, rubbing his left shoulder, where he said the boy was shot. He was still smiling.

The girl was once again unable to respond to this. Such a horrible thing to happen to someone at a young age. How was he able to continue? He, thankfully, continued his tale. "The story doesn't end there I'm afraid. The boy didn't bleed to death luckily, or unluckily as some would say. After hearing a few gunshots, someone called the police. They arrived about an hour later. They found the boy in the bathroom, having tried to stop the bleeding with a few towels. They managed to save his life, but he was scarred. The bullet wound and the beating, he would eventually heal from. The night however... That would take more than time to heal it."

"The boy's problems didn't end there though. Not only did he have the mental scarring to deal with, but he also had no one to care for the young albino. The rest of his family didn't want him, not only because of his conditions, but also that he reminded them of what happened. So he was left with nothing, the rest of the 'family' already taking everything worth taking, but now he was forced to live in an orphanage. The house he lived in was sold because he couldn't pay for it. The boy grew angry at the world to try and keep the sorrow at bay. He stayed angry at the world for the next four years of his life. Even as he got adopted." He stopped once again.

'Okay, now I KNOW he is pausing on purpose.' The girl thought, so pulled into to his story, almost forgetting as to why she was even out here. "Now you may be wondering, 'who would adopt an angry eleven year old boy'? His name was Alexander Tomas, dedicated follower of our lord. He saw the angry boy one day and followed him, trying to see if he could figure out why he was like that. He had only seen the boy's eyes for a brief moment, but in that moment he could see a sea of wrath. So he followed him all the way back to the orphanage where the boy lived at. Creepy I know, but his heart was in the right place."

"After talking to the caretaker of the children about the boy, Alexander wanted nothing more at that moment then to help the boy. So he adopted the albino within the week. It took another three years of heavy counseling to help with the boy's anger, but eventually he felt happy. The boy finally had a father who cared for him, and he was able to get past his anger. Alexander had been teaching him about the lord, and the boy now teen, had taken up a hobby in building things, and trying to learn Japanese. He was even able to sell the things he made to others for some extra money. Things were finally looking up for the teen." He stated with an undertone of dread.

"....The young albino's life seemed to be misfortune's favorite game however, as his life went through yet another hurdle. He revived a call one day in his eighteenth year from a hospital. His adoptive father was killed by some unknown assailants, and the morgue wanted him to identify if it was the man or not. He ran as fast as he could, barely remembering to bring his hat. He arrived an hour later. He wanted to to be a lie. He wanted it to so desperately be a lie, a joke, anything but him being dead. He was lead through the hospital to the basement; where the morgue was."

"The details started to get fuzzy after that, but a drawer in the wall open up to reveal Alex. It was Alex. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ALEX!?" The man yelled, holding his face in his hands, sobbing at the cruelty of it all. The girl also had tears running down her face. She couldn't see his face, but could tell that he still had that smile on. It took the albino man at least five minutes to stop his crying. "I'm sorry you had to see that. It's just.... An emotional tale. Anyway, back to the story I suppose.." He claims, not anywhere near as chipper as he had been.

"This was the teen's breaking point. He had already seen the lives of his two most important people fade from him, and the third dead, in a filing cabinet for the dead. His mind couldn't take it. His mind, in order to handle the stress, created barriers in his mind. He yelled. Then he started doing something the others in the room weren't expecting. He started to laugh. A crazed, lopsided smile came to his face along with the laughing. He brought his hands together and prayed for his fallen father, tears flowing freely down his face the entire time. After the prayer ended, the hospital gave him what little Alex had on him, and he left the hospital, cackling loudly."

"When he got home, he started doing what he did best. He started making things. He made new clothing. A white hat, to represent a halo. A straight jacket, dyed black, to represent his life; dark, twisted, and insane. Black pants, the same kind as Alexander wore. And boots to show that he could continue through life, no matter what the road was paved with. He also wore a pair of goggles that he had bought, and the cross he had been given. He didn't stop there though. He purchased quite a few different weapons. He didn't want to end up repeating what happened to his family, and even made one himself. And now that teen turned man is trying to talk a girl out of jumping off of a bridge."

The girl was surprised at how much the man next to her had said. He had went quiet, letting her think it over. Was it really worth it? No. If he could live on, so could she. "I guess it isn't worth it. Thank you for talking me out of it." She said, as she got off the rail and back onto the bridge. " talked you out of it? I just wanted to tell someone my story before I left. This place has nothing but bad memories for me." He said as he too got back onto the bridge.

"I just have one question before you go." She says. "Why did you never say the boy's name?" The man sighed. "When the teen snapped, he forgot nearly all of his past, only remembering his past every so often. Even still, he has much forgotten. He lost his name. But he thought of a new one. He goes by Kitai now, but don't tell anyone. He likes keeping that name a secret." He smiles a sad smile at her, telling her a half truth. "I hope your life gets better, and turn to God when you grow weak. Farewell." He says as he walks away. The next day, he takes a plane to Japan.

He began to ponder, as he started up the empty plane. "Will there be any strong people to fight when I get there?" He ponders as the turbines come to life. " He says, narrating to himself. "Hey, what are you doing!?" Yells a nervous worker, barely audible over the roar of the engines. "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT i'M TRYING TO DRIVE? The nerve of some people...." He says, seemingly to himself. He takes off less than a minute later, hopefully heading in the direction of Japan. 'Yall'r gonna to crash cause ya didn show up for da landin part ah da class ya dumb moron.' The one of the little voices in his head told him.

He didn't do anything for a moment as the plane built up speed. Then he spoke. "If I could find you, I would stab you for not telling me that earlier. Stupid voice...." he grumbled the last part, knowing that the voice had won this round. Still, what he had said to the suicidal girl wasn't ENTIRELY true. His reasons for going to Japan weren't just of wanting to leave for a new place to live. After he left the hospital where his father died, he had went to find the ones who did this to Alex.

He had gone to the scene of the murder, and found a card. The card had xecution written on it. It was just a card with that one word written on it. He placed it in his pocket. 'How did you get past all of the police that would have been there?' The VERY annoying voice asked him. "I AM TRYING TO DRIVE, SO SHUT THE F%#K UP!" He yells, knowing that he couldn't answer that, not remembering how he pulled it off.

It was after that he had made his new sexy 'Yeah right' outfit... along with his weapons. He had to do a great deal of 'information hunting' in the city's underworld to find anyone who was willing to give out info about Xecution. It was a very annoying thing to do, seeing as no one wanted to talk about the group. He also found out that they were a group from a hunt. So months go by, and he finally finds out what they are and where they are. 'Aw yeah! I member dat guy! It was sa much fun watchin 'im bleed! Kukukuku!'

He had found out that they were housed in Japan, not knowing if that was true or not, looked a while longer. A few more months of 'hunting', and finds that his best bet is for Japan. So he devised this little plan to take a plane and enter Japan in secret. However, that didn't work out, seeing as someone spotted him taking off. ''Who wouldn't notice that you gluttonous ape?!' The annoying voice yelling at his bad planning.'Hindsight is 20/20 I guess.' He thinks, but would never willingly admit to.


"Whatever, let's just go and shoot things, okay?" He moans. ''M only goin along 'long wit dis plan cause it has the highest potential fa dat blood pool 've always wanted.' The feminine, bloodthirsty voice told him. "Just don't distract me. You know how I get when I drive, and I don't wanna dive bomb into the ocean by mistake. Maybe something like that later, but not yet. I need an audience for that." He says as his thoughts of his landing grow more wicked by the second. 'Oh the flames we make shall be beautiful!' Says one of the voices before leaving to the depths of his mind, waiting for the fun to begin.