Post by mokuran kurohyou. on Nov 28, 2009 20:30:50 GMT -5
hey! i'm virt and i dwell in texas. isn't that just dandy?! i am nineteen years old and loving
it! the characters i play on this amazing roleplay site are mokuran kurohyou
don't forget it! oh btw, i've been roleplaying for like five years! yeah, you better believe it.
my final last words would be vorpal blades count for nothing, beg a cat for a way out (and by the way sweetheart, ONCE A WHORE YOU'RE NOTHING MORE, ADMIN EDIT!)
NAME: mokuran kurohyou.
AGE: nineteen.
GENDER: male!
SEXUALITY: straight (shudo)
CRIME: murder in the first degree, unlawful desecration of bodily remains, assault with deadly weapon
PLAYBY: aoi (yuu shiroyama)
MEMBER GROUP: bullet
LOVE:
- Do Give Sharp Objects
- Do Give Meat
- Do Give Condoms And Pregnancy Tests
- Do Let Engage In Brutal Violence
- Do Let Worship Mother
HATE:
- Don’t Touch Without Permission
- Don’t Touch the Hair
- Don’t Talk Unless Asked
- Don’t Give It Petnames
- Don’t Let Near Old People
STRENGTHS:
- Hurting People
- Creeping People Out
- Unadulterated Violence
- Anatomically Correct Analysis
WEAKNESSES:
- Caring
- Basic Social Courtesy
- Power Behind the Punch
- Freudian Slips
SECRETS:
- Likes Cute Things
- Would Rather Be a Vegetarian
- Might Really Be Gay
- Loves the Sex, Hates the Aftermath
- A Cuddle a Day Keeps the Rage Away
FEARS:
- Sachiko Kurohyou
- Failed Test
- Falling Without Flying
- Becoming a Drug Addict
PERSONALITY:
Money is An Option- To say that Mokuran can be bought off is like saying that the Sahara is dry. His world evolves around the stuff, enough devoted love to currency that Moku could and would sell all manner of awkward products to gain more of it. When he dreams, he envisions riches, and when he wakes he lives to fulfill that ambition. He’ll beat children for their lunch money, knocks out grammas for their hard earned pensions. Mokuran Kurohyou will do just about anything in the name of money.
Honesty Is The Best Policy- Mokuran will do a lot of things in his miserable, godforsaken existence. But one of the things he will never do is lie. He blames his mother for this, stood on the stand and flat out told the world what he had done in clipped sentences. Moku’s got no tact, doesn’t care for time or place as much as he is driven by the fear in his veins to never hide the truth. As a result, Moku makes for the worst sort of conspiracy partner, as he’ll tell anyone who asks.
Creative Linguistics- There is an art in the language of vulgarity, carefully cultivated and applied by the worst sort. Moku is a master craftsman, insults flying from his lips like paint from Michelangelo’s brushes, applies his cretin’s tongue to aggravating ancestry and cosmic forces alike. They say he’s invoked twice over the contents of the fable Ark, doubled back and had to resort to the common basics. His voice is peppered with expletives and curses, a frenzy of hatred that has only one real outlet into the world. Moku’s a bad influence when he chooses to talk, and it’s a very good thing it’s rare for him to say anything at all.
Baby, It’ll Be A Revelation- If there’s one thing Moku’s kaa-san taught him that every human in the world thanks her for every time he does it, it’s the fact that Mokuran Kurohyou is unbelievably good at the carnal acts. The Kama Sutra is his dictionary, erotica his bread, and pornography his water. Add it all together with a selfish bastard of a male, and you have one pretty boy who goes out of his way to leech his own pleasure from someone else’s body before messily discarding the remains.
Work Before Play- Serious to the last, it’s been culturally ingrained in Moku’s brain that he can’t enjoy himself until everything he has to do is done. Of course, if that means you have to die first before he can have his wicked way… it sucks to be you and the janitor right about now. It’s his drive for pleasure that leads him to blaze through his ‘work’ with a zealot’s fervor and his serious nature that leads to a sort of perfectionist approach to the process. Don’t worry, if Moku’s paid he’ll do the job to a letter, no more and no less. And when he’s done, you won’t even see him coming.
Rape is How I Say Hello- Callous to the last, Moku doesn’t care how much you love him or how much attachment you have for him. What he wants from you isn’t conversation or social niceties, base desires that would lead to serious penitentiary time for anyone else. But his mother taught him control and some manner of niceness, so he doesn’t slit throats when he done anymore, asks before he bites at veins and arteries, and generally is rather nice. But rape is rape, no matter how much you want it ten minutes in, and for the fact that Moku approves of rape as a conversational substitute is more than a little bit troubling.
Anger Management Dropout- Those who say that Mokuran is angry usually end up with a fist in their face and a knife in their heart before he bites out their throat and licks up the blood vampire style. Not only is it the greatest understatement in all existence, but it rather pisses him off for its inherent liar trait. He lives in a state of constant rage at the world in general, expresses it in all the ways the anger management therapists tell you not to. It’s pretty easy to make him fly off the handle, a casual word here or a defiant glance there. Moku is in love with his own power and has too much testosterone not to show it off.
Blackmailing Sadist- He likes to see things suffer, from the littlest child to the prettiest slut on the corner. If he has to use horrifying evidence to make someone suffer all the more, Moku is more than happy to do it, waits until they’ve done everything he’s asked before showing them the billboard advertisement of their own failure. He’ll tie you up and bite the whip marks, is a pain inflicting tyrant who loves nothing more than to get off on your agony. Moku couldn’t hold a relationship if it handed itself over, drives even the staunchest of admirers away with the sheer depravity of his being… and oh how he loves it.
Glacial Egoist- He will exploit your kindness, put you at second place and smile like a serial killer while he does it. Moku’s methods are calm and precise, undercut with all the furious threats of violence he can manage. His love for himself will never change, locked in the icy grip of cruelest winter as his heart is. Everything in the world is Mokuran’s and everyone in that world is equally his. He’ll back up his claims with violence and rage, an unfathomable level of bloodshed, and as much sin as an old brothel. And when you’re done serving this selfish bastard, when all the use has been wrung out of your bones, he’ll kill you.
Failure Is Not An Option- Once upon a time there existed a nation where work ethic and societal devotion trumped the individual, where failure of duty was met with a knife in the dark. It is to this culture that Mokuran adheres, a strict code of ethics stripped away to the bare-bones meaning. To fail Mokuran is to invite death. To dream of failure is to invite death. To contemplate failure is to invite death. On the upside, at least he holds himself to the same standards as he does the rest of the world, brooks no discord in his universe. And the day he fails, even at the most trivial of matters, that will be the day Mokuran Kurohyou takes his pretty little blade and cuts his own throat out.
Mystery is Bone Deep- Mokuran doesn’t lie about who he is. What he does do is glare and smiles his predator’s smile, silent as the grave he’s threatened to put you in. He won’t say a word about who he is or was before his fall into madness, merely waits until someone figures it out. Moku has a sick sort of love for watching people’s faces as they realize who he is and why he’s where he is now, a witty little statement all made up in advance. Because nothing says ‘I will kill you and fuck the body’ like a cannibal can.
Violence is Always the Answer- If it can’t be solved by punching it, then one needs to slice it to ribbons. If that doesn’t work, then you need a gun. If the gun doesn’t work, get a grenade. This is how Moku’s default logic goes, an unending rage filled existence marked with various sundry degrees of violent actions. If he can’t get it done by physical means, then he needs to crack out the emotional damage. If that doesn’t work… well, a grenade in their mouth will never not work.
Run Or Die- There’s one thing that Moku loves more than anything else in the world… and that’s when people run away from their death. His father tried it once, after he was done beating Moku’s kaa-san and Moku came home with a baseball bat in hand. And ever since then Moku has had a filthy sort of affair with the concept of letting people run and catching them a minute, a day, a week, or a month later. He likes it when they don’t see him coming, gives them all the time in the world to think they’re safe. But it’s when you stop running that Mokuran will find you… and he will not be kind.
My Hair Is My Pride- Vanity, thy name is Mokuran Kurohyou. Well, at least when it comes to his hair. Unlike his dead sister, Moku has his mother’s hair and loves it, treats it with as much care and devotion as he would if it really where his mother. He’ll shampoo and condition, deep condition and carefully comb, lets the razor cut keep his hair up as much as the flat ironed heat and product does. God help you if you mess up his carefully styled locks, Buddha save your soul if you so much as touch a hair without permission. There’s nothing surer to piss off Mokuran than to insult his hair either, so best beware on this touchy subject.
Daddy, I Love Mommy More Than You- He’s proved it too, standing in the puddle with bits in his teeth. Mokuran is a mamma’s boy through and through, reserves his worst violence for those who say anything bad about her. ‘Son of a bitch’ is the surest route to having a fist upside your head, insulting anything remotely resembling his mother is near guaranteed to make you wish for a short drop and a sudden stop. Mokuran’s mother is nothing short of a goddess to him, the basis of an entire religion that would make Oedipus blush for its fanaticsm.
HOMETOWN: Tokyo, Japan
PARENTS:
Sachiko Kurohyou - 45 – enka singer.
Richard Saotome Nakamura – frozen 32 – dead – murdered & eaten.
SIBLINGS:
Yuya Kurohyou – unending 11 – dead – murdered & drowned.
OTHER RELATIVES:
Alto Ryu Nakamura – 41 – photographer.
Sarah Anne Nakamura – 35 – real estate agent.
HISTORY:
- Born February 28 in Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan. For years he’ll have issues with his birthday, celebrates it on the actual day when he can and leaves other people to figure out his true age. He’s Japanese by birth and blood, writes his name in kanji backwards from the West, and his birth was the start of his parent’s divorce.
- Attends pre-kindergarten, and learns that pushing people is wrong. Of course, it wasn’t so bad an incident as expected (little girls make funny sounds when they skin their knees and bleed), but the problem was in little Moku’s unending glee at the horrified expression on his father’s face. It is at this moment the Moku we all have come to love and fear is truly born.
- Begins learning how to hate his father. One black eye on kaa-san’s face is all Moku needs really, but the screaming doesn’t hurt the cause. Later on that night, waiting in the emergency room for his kaa-san to come out and make him dinner (he’s hungry and four, what more did you want?), Moku begins to cultivate a sort of rivalry with his father that would make Oedipus cry.
- Observes mother singing and learns how to love. His mother is perfect, he knew that already, but when she sings perfection becomes relative and kaa-san becomes a goddess on earth. He tells her so and she laughs, tucks his hair behind his ear and tells her first born that if she is a goddess that must make him a monk. Moku holds that logic to him for the rest of his days, and even now thinks of his mother as his patron goddess.
- Enrolled in grade school, becomes a bully. Not to say he wasn’t one before, but Moku has learned that he likes eating all sorts of weird things and the best way to get them is to have money. Money that those whiny little brats in his school have an abundance of… and not enough balls between them to keep it.
- Takes up kendo at mother’s insistence. She thinks it’s cute, her little warrior son all dressed in hakama and trying so hard. So Moku tries his best, learns as much as he can as fast as he can. He’s a real devil in a priest’s clothes now.
- Sister born, becomes obsessed with her. Yuya looks like her mother, and it is in that perfection that Moku finds his absolution. If he can’t have his mother (stupid father took her away), then the best he can have is his sister.
- Moves to America, hates it. English is gross to him, all inelegant flicks of a tongue that lead to nothing but misery for poor Moku. It’s all his father’s fault, stupid American who gave up on the land of the rising sun and decided he wanted to go back home. But now Moku has to learn to fit in, has to meet kaa-san’s expectations and lead a good example for Yuya. Doesn’t mean he has to like it.
- Enrolled in middle school, sister enrolled in grade school. American brats are easy, one quick whack with a broom and down they go. They call him the Samurai Brat, and Moku finds it oddly amusing how very nearly right they are.
- Becomes sister’s knight in shining armor. No one picks on Yuya Nakamura, not with her bastard brother picking her up every day and beating the shit out of anyone who says anything bad about his baby sister. The teachers think it’s cute, the scowling boy and his bright and loving little sister, and no one says a word.
- Mother teaches Kama Sutra. She teaches him with practical lessons, fucks him until he has carpet burns and can’t walk straight. Kaa-san says it’s because she’s lonely, tired of being second fiddle to her husband’s whores. So Moku learns how to worship his mother properly, and doesn’t understand that it’s wrong.
- Beats father to death with baseball bat, ruled self defense. The black eye and mother’s broken arm helped in that one, never mind how his father catches him with his pants around his ankles and mother’s legs thrown around his waist. Moku won’t tolerate anyone but him near his mother, and he makes doubly certain everyone knows it.
- Begins molesting sister, trains her to be dependent on his existence. His mother closed the door on him, told him she was sorry. So Moku has to show his love for her in other ways, throws down his sister and oh so tenderly makes her beg. His mother can hear it as he begs her to let him back in, and all she does is watch with her hand between her legs.
- Enrolled in high school, becomes member of gang. The Samurai Brat has become a man (sort of, manlier than the idiots who populate his high school. Moku has a sick sort of love for the crunch of bone under his foot, the spray of warm blood that paints the walls. And for that he is a demon, a plague on the existence of the rest of humanity.
- Begins masturbating to thoughts of his mother. Moku doesn’t care that his sister is right there, wide eyed as she calls for her mother to make him stop. He has needs and wants like every other boy his age, and if he’s not allowed to screw his sister or his mother because the neighbors might notice, how else is he supposed to fulfill them?
- Drowns sister in bath for saying bad things about mother, ruled accidental. Yuya called their mother a whore, threw tea in her face and told her to stay away from her big brother. And so her big brother slipped into her bathroom and locked the door, kisses her and shoves her down until she stops flailing. Moku only needs a sister to replace his mother, and if she can’t do that then what good was she?
- Becomes leader of gang, beats former leader to death with lead pipe. They don’t find the body for weeks and can’t pin it on anyone, but the entire gang knows it was Moku. It’s hard to lie to yourself about it when your new boss tosses a brain and blood coated pipe into the middle of the hangout and asks who else wants a piece.
- Begins relationship with girl who looks like his mother. She’s pretty, an Asian girl with a Chinese name and a passable resemblance. And he fucks her in the living room, covers her eyes (they aren’t the right shade anyway) so she can’t see his mother in the corner. The entire time he does it, Moku makes sure his goddess can watch.
- Repeats senior year for the second time. It’s kind of hard to graduate when you don’t go enough, passing grades be damned. But Moku would rather be in the hospital, holding his mother’s hair as she violently vomits from the chemotherapy. When anyone asks where he was, all Moku says is ‘busy’.
- Kills girlfriend, cuts out her uterus and eats it raw. His mother is dying and he’s so scared, screws his ‘girlfriend’ and doesn’t feel like it’s enough. So he bites out her throat and drinks the blood, so empty and lonely that he has to eat that part of her that his mother held so dear. He loves the taste as much as he does the feeling of never being alone, and Moku decides it’s not enough.
- Kills girlfriend’s brother, eats his eyes. He was six and thought the sounds from his sister’s room weren’t quite right, opens the door to find his sister’s cool boyfriend crouched over her body like a demented vampire. He tries to run but Moku won’t let him, cuts his throat with scissors and gobbles up his watchful eyes.
- Charged with double homicide, elevated to two counts murder in the first degree. They found him when he walked outside, covered in blood and laughing himself stupid. He tells them everything, explains it in simpler terms for the press and wonders at the gifts he gets from across the world. Mokuran Kurohyou is something of an overnight celebrity, a teenager who ate his girlfriend and didn’t hide, on par with the deeds of Armin Meiwes. But Moku takes it further, adds a slink to his stride and a predator’s gaze. He doesn’t feel guilty at all, and tells the world. They locked him up for life.
- Gassed and wakes in Desolation Row. The judge said they were going to try something new, a year into his sentence, knock him out of this world and throw him in the pit. Moku knows why they did it, threw the lion in with the lambs just to see if the lion will prevail. But all Moku cares about it that if he survives this, if he walks out of this experiment (regardless of what he’s done to survive), Kurohyou Mokuran can go home.
so, yeah, this template was made by MAC MALICIOUS ?! of Caution v2.0! don't steal or imma cut you! haha, yeah, i really won't, or will i? ;] ok but seriously, don't steal, it's me
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