Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 11, 2009 21:53:29 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
HarrierBraithewaite
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♦♦I am a boy and i am about 20 You can contact me(meitantei_4869@yahoo.com)I currently live in the PSTtime zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:
♦ Combat
♦ Weapons
♦ Graveyards
♦ Animals
♦ Music[/font]
Fears:
♦ Humans (to a small extent)
♦ Betrayal (by above)
♦ Being in one area all the time
♦ Killing (only applies to Harrier himself)
♦ Dishonoring the wish of his brother
Addictions:
♦ Traveling
♦ Bladed weapons
♦ Killing
♦ Solitude
♦ Music
Position: Other[/font]
If Other, what is it?: Civilian, mercenary
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
♦ Mother (died giving birth to Harrier)
♦ Father (murdered)
Siblings:
♦ Alexander - Older brother (murdered)
Description:
This is what Harrier would have worn during his travels. Harrier has only recently discarded this look, and is more than oft seen wearing a faded white vest (In which several weapons are hidden) over a black longsleeve and khaki cargo pants. While somewhat-sophisticated Harrier keeps his hair neat (as it can possibly be), his alter-ego distinguishes himself by making his hair wild and more unruly. A thick black line runs from his forehead, through his right eye and stops just before his right ear.
Personality:
At first Harrier seems to be nothing but--for lack of a better word--a puppet. The always composed, blank-faced man never talks--only doing so when spoken to--, often fidgets, and only seems to do what his alter-ego tells him to. Though once that hard, puppet exterior is looked over, he is a generally nice person who listens to people or is available as a shoulder to cry on. However, when he is in need he will only turn to his alter-ego for assistance.
More than oft is his alter-ego in control, giving color to Harrier's shades of black and white. His alter-ego is almost like Harrier's puppet-shell: he mostly only talks when people speak to him, and constantly fidgets. However it is he who gives Harrier things to do, or he does things for him. Above all, he is mostly a big-brother figure merely being protective of his other... with a dash of slightly uncontrolled, homicidal tendencies.[/font]
History:
Born half Britannian (father) and half Japanese (mother) with the name Harriet Bale. His brother, however, was full Britannian. Harriet's father played favorites with his sons, and was more attached to his older brother for his purebred Britannian heritage. The most Harriet would get from his father was a nickname--Harrier, for "wasting time simply continuing to live."
Since he knew he could not ever get the respect he wanted from his father, he turned to his brother, Alexander, for a parent-figure. Said brother took in the role almost eagerly, and constantly spent time with his younger brother to teach him where his real father would not. When Harriet was ten, his brother almost thrice his age it took the latter one simple mistake of talking back to his father for him to be killed. Alexander, in his dying breath, merely whispered a word to his brother: "Live." Taking his only family's advice he bolted away from the family home to escape the same fate his brother met.
Harriet knew he wouldn't last long with his father alive; he needed to be dead before it ended up the other way around. However the young boy could not bring himself to kill. The pressure of the death of his only family and the incapacity to take the life of the person he came to abhor most came crashing down on him and its final result came to the creation of his alter-ego, who would 'help him like Alexander would.' Mere days after the escape, Harriet's alter ego went back to the wretched home and stabbed the man in the back several times, puncturing his lungs and thus making him die slowly. The boy ran far away from the area of his past residence, changing his name to Harrier Braithewaite, a simple reminder of what he used to be.
During the next decade he constantly moved from town to town, staying the nights not in the inns but within the town graveyards. Through this traveling he slowly developed a friendly relationship with his homicidal brother-like alter-ego. This alter-ego would do the things Harrier himself would be afraid to do such as steal food or fend off (read: kill) those who would try to beat him up.
Goal or Dream:
Harrier wants nothing more than to see the Britannian Empire to fall for it has caused blood to be spilled for blood.
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction: The United States of Japan
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color][/center]*Login Name: dokueki
Location: Las Vegas
*Brief example of Role Play:
Taken from Detective Conan AU RP:
"Taking control away from you? Ha! Since when have you been out of control? No, you've always been taking the lives of mortals...the very purpose of your creation." Gryffyn turned to face the boy. "I'm puzzled though, Harrier...the love I showed Curtis was for you, too...didn't you know that..?" "Bullshit!!" he spat back, his glare of hate intensifying. Slowly he stood, one of his hands clutching his gut. He suddenly reached under his garments, and then aimed his firearm at the phantom. Harrier coughed again, and a thin line of blood dribbled down his mouth. "You never loved me, not that I needed it," he gritted his teeth briefly. "Ever since you'd created emotion within me, created Curtis, you loved him like he was your son...disgusting." The hand that held his gun trembled. "But because of that, I've broken free of your damned grasp...and I'm ending you once and for all here..."
Gryffyn laughed darkly. "Broke free of my grasp when I loved, huh? What do you know about needs? You're immortal, Harrier. Abominations like you don't have a need like we humans...the only thing you want is to spend all the immortal time you have..." another chuckle. "The only way you've learned how to do that is kill and kill...if anything, Harrier, you're the disgusting one.."
Harrier's hand trembled for a moment, as if he was just about to point the gun at himself, but it kept firmly aimed at the supposed figure before him before pulling the trigger six times. They'd all missed except the last one, which pierced Gryffyn's side and ripped off a rather large chunk of flesh. The phantom fell to his knees, while a hand clutched the empty space where the flesh had torn.
"Heh...I suppose that's my fault that an abomination like you exists...I should have killed myself before I was assigned to create you...no matter...There's still that one last command I implanted in you...you're going to follow it no matter what..." Gryffyn finally fell, but when his head hit the imaginary floor, his whole body had simply vanished without a trace. The boy still breathed rapidly, trying to calm his heart. What...what is it?! He thought in a frantic tone. Apparently his thoughts could be heard. What did he command me to do?
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*Role Playing Experience in Years:
Been roleplaying on and off for about five years, but only via messenger. The ones I've mostly done are from Detective Conan, regularly several OCs as well as Inspector Megure.[/b][/font][/color]
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