HALFLING, ishimaru junichiro ★

[ISHIMARU JUNICHIRO]

[bg=#f2f2f2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,550,true] JUNICHIRO, ISHIMARU ; HALFLING male - twenty-one - heterosexual - unemployed - west i wanna' be at the party bent listening to parliament sorry this part of me's a gnarly gent they call me- harvey dent LET'S HOPE YOU HAVE A PERSONALITY! Junichiro isn't a coin, no, that lacks surprise. Two sides? That doesn't describe the nature of this beast. His entire being is akin to a die. A single cube that contains multiple outcomes, several rolls that can give you a new play depending on which face it falls on. Then there are the leftovers; the face is not the end result. What you get once that die stops isn't what you deal with the entire way through. It is the chance that some of those might overlap, and form an entirely new existence. Fun, right? People have described Ishimaru as RECKLESS, bringing harm to himself and those around him without the slightest show of regret. His actions have never been too well thought out. Instead; he ops for living in the moment, and letting the cards fall where they may. Though, he has also been pegged as SADISTIC, yet KIND . Two words opposite of one another, but there is a reason for such. His set personality is non-existent. Instead; he houses several. They are prone to take over as they please, and show no remorse for the blonde on the outside. He has no actual control of what mode he is set in, and is, for the most part, along for the ride. Thankfully, this strange flip on the karma wheel can land him in a beneficial position.Though, very rarely does it actually pay off in his favor. Ishimaru; however, tends to stay relatively HANDS ON throughout, and in most cases, remains AGGRESSIVE . He doesn't fit in well with large crowds, so running from someone would be quite impossible, considering his look. Though; the hostile nature that he holds isn't going to allow him to do so anyway. His own SELF DESTRUCTIVE tone has gotten him into a high that doesn't involve clean fun and games. Instead; he is open to various drugs, or anything that'll bring him synthetic happiness. Many have described him as being the vessel for multiple souls that never found their way out, but that is obviously not the case. He is just a tad off, aren't we all? In some cases; he is grabby with women, and overly LUST driven, but shows no sympathy for the well being of the girl in question. The strangest tick in his personality is his voice. Those who know him can recognize the small quirks, and even be able to figure out what type of mood he is in at the time. Sometimes it is a small transition between rugged and soft, and other times it can do a complete one-eighty. Shifting to high-pitched and absent minded after an hour of smooth talk, and flirting. This change in pitch can take place in seconds, or last weeks, depending on what emotion grabs a hold of him on the given day. The only thing that puts the raging beast to rest is the sound of music, which can cause him to either calm down, or react accordingly depending on the song. YOU GOTTA COME FROM SOMEWHERE! Ishimaru was strange from a young age, about the time he had turned nine; he had taken on two of his present personalities; the teachers at his school concluded that he needed his psyche evaluated, but, despite his own curiosity, he fought the urge to go. His own humanity starting to deteriorate with every year that passed. The first few grades had gone by, but with speed bumps lining them; three fights within a week was the minimum for him. Of course, this was all very scary for the faculty; the young Halfling seemed to not only enjoy fighting, but the liquid that fell with it. The blonde's thirteenth birthday marked the fourth in his personality notches. He had grown with this, and no longer held any form of human decency. Tests had been run, but they could only diagnose it as a mental condition. The actual treatment being an assortment of pills, along with a hold on his freedom. He was detained soon after, kept in a room like a lab rat; he was meant to help them in their search for a solid 'antidote' of sorts that would bring the boy back down to a level state. If it weren't for his violent past the man might of had a chance to walk around freely, but that just wasn't how things wanted to play out. No, but his little disorder was proving quite useful. By the fifth month he had proved completely sane, padded on with a caring, kind side. There was something strange about his current state, however; he was motionless throughout the day, but among the tests run; a musical device was brought in by one of the doctors. It might of been their plan, or an oversight. In-fact, they probably forgot about the whole thing, but through the music; he found peace. Ishimaru was shaping up quite nicely in the eyes of his holders, and for that; he was given a limited amount of freedom, allowed to play with the other 'captives' they had proved worst than him, in some cases, but they weren't really. The convenience that came with having several personalities was showing; the beneficial side sparking a flame that grew with time. The embers grew to a roaring show of humanity, which made its appearance at around the ripe age of eighteen. He had proven himself, and was of age to leave, had he continually showed bad behavior this would be different. He was escorted to his home by one of the workers at the facility; the man was even nice enough to open the door and shove him towards his home. Home- it didn't feel like it. His personality twitches began to return, but would subside with the intrusion of music. It seemed like all was well; he even kept a music player with him so that his time in public would remain decent. It was as if everything had become 'normal' but perfection wasn't something that humans could reach, and so is calm habits fell. By his twenty-first, things had gone south. He couldn't exactly hold a job for too long, and resorted to petty theft. And even worse; the final few ticks in his personality had finally fallen into place. At least eight of them now resided within his psyche, and kept a firm grasp on his sanity- which, in all reality had disappeared with the years. It was time; he needed to set himself up for a solid income. Which meant that he had to pull quite a big job. Draped in a crimson throw, shadow casted over his face via a hood. His visage was blocked off by a mask of sorts; it only covered the top portion of his countenance, but hid enough of it to mask his identity. The first part of it was completed with relative ease, breaking and entering was something he could do, but it all crapped out when he was spotted by the woman occupying the space. She was the rich type, having money for the sake of having it; she was his prey at this moment. This wasn't his first rodeo though; Ishimaru had moved to grab the girl; the blade of a curved butterfly knife splayed across her features. It only caused her cheek to ripple as he slid the flat of said blade downward with a " Shhh, I won't hurt you. " His voice cooed, resonating throughout the empty house. A relaxing tone; it lacked the vulgar swing that his other sides carried, and to this she responded " Reconsider, it isn't worth it. " frantically fighting back the salty liquid that pooled from her eyes. Junichiro stared, blinking once, his right eye had reopened, but his left remained closed; the skin around it twitching slightly. The tip of the blade was moved from her skin, pressing at the bottom half of the mask; it was then pushed upward, revealing his face from behind scattered bangs; his lips pointed into a sinister grin, and parted to allow speech " I've changed my mind. " Ishimaru finally responded; his voice lacking the same softness. It had acquired a bit of bass, and not only that, but a rough filter that made it sound like he was putting strain on his throat to do so. " Real- " was all she could find; the knife being driven into her windpipe; a hacking sent the stored blood from her mouth and onto Ishimaru. He retracted his arm, taking his item back; the tip of his left set of fingers tapped the woman, causing her to fall backwards, clutching her throat. Where most would of continued, robbing the dying girl; Junichiro simply walked away. His sweet tone returning as he hummed his way out of the scene. A ring on the end of the handle placed around his fingers, twirling it playfully. He now resides in the west, doing what he can to control his little disorder. Though, he has made no progress in keeping his personalities from varying on the drop of a hat. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE PAPERWORK! NICKNAME: Aleksandr, Oni OTHER ACCOUNTS: none FACECLAIM: TOGAINU NO CHI; GUNJI YOUR APPLICATION STATUS IS

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omglonghistoryyayyy x') <3 awesome app, Carlos! I love how much of a weirdo he is but is at the same time purddy hawt in his own way, herp derp. *eyebrow wiggle* B) ... not that we need anymore insane peeps on the island but still, more wouldn't hurt~ ... I guess.