Post by ookamidattebayo on Mar 12, 2007 19:06:03 GMT -5
Authors Note: These character bios are to solve some questions. You'll get it soon!
Iya (Kensuke)
Age: 22
Height: 5'4'
Description: Born into a family of ten as the youngest, raised on a steady diet of abuse and the motto 'The strong will live and the weak will die' Iya's a homicidal cross-dresser with a sadistic twist. At age eleven he join the local yakuza for fun. At age fifteen he murdered his entire family for kicks. The years between 16 to 18 are complete mysteries to him.
Iya is a yakuza hit man, a drummer for the band MirrorMASK, a excellent cross-dresser (enough so that he out-pretties most girls even without his make up!), and a homicidal (but loving) boyfriend.
Vain, selfish, and cruel. Three words that accuratly describe Iya's outward appearance.
Usagi
Age: 17
Height: 5'1'
Description: A normal, timid, every day kind of girl. She had the luck to run into Iya and watch him murder three girls for seeing him kill a 'hit'. She wasn't killed because Iya thought her 'cute'. She isn't too sure exactly when Iya and her began dating, since it seemed kind of random. She puts up with Iya's constant verbal abuse only because she knows he doesn't mean any of it. For the record, she doesn't have much street smarts or a sense of direction.
~~~
"Mmmmfmmmmmm!"
"Now now, if you keep moving around like that, you'll tip the chair over."
A young woman of sixteen or seventeen sat, bound in a chair with a gag over her mouth. Behind her was the oh so familiar homicidal maniac called 'Iya'. He had kidnapped the young woman for dinner.
Iya grinned as he tightened the gag. "Now, you be a good girl and stay there, I need to get the other ingredients ready." He smiled, patting her on the head like she was some kind of child. He walked over to the kitchen and put a large pot filled with water onto the stove. A radio nearby played a MirrorMASK song, one she recognized from a concert she attended with her friend.
The young woman watched as Iya took out a cutting board, a large kitchen knife, and some carrots from his refrigerator. He began to cut the carrots and dropping them into the pot. He was humming the tune of the song behind him as thought he wasn't about to cut up and consume a girl for no apparent reason.
The crimson rain is fresh upon my face
It crusts my soul in a well of darkness
It's so nice to meet you, why don't you come inside?
Iya pulled out three packages for noodles and opened them, putting the noodles into his boiling pot. His wicked smile flashed onto his face. He walked back over to the young woman, holding his knife. "So, how do you like your seating arrangments?" He asked.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"'Mmm' is not an answer! Try again, sweetie. Let's try to use something in the Japanese language." He said, his fingers wrapped onto her chin as the cool blade of the knife was pressed against her arm.
"..." She was quivering with fear.
"Smart ass bitch!" He growled, slicing open her arm. She screamed, muffled of course by the gag, with the searing pain spreading all over her body.
The song ended as Iya finished adding some spices to the meal. Iya walked back over to his larger cutting board, seperating the fat and bruised tissue and the untainted meat. He cut up the good meat into small strips and put them into the pot. Iya then opened up the closet and took out a garbage bag. He walked over to the bruised tissue and fat, pushing the macabre mess into the garbage bag. He walked out to the young woman who was lying on the ground, missing two arms and a leg. She was laying on a sheet with a plastic sheet underneath. No blood had reached his floors, nothing external to point the crime to him.
Iya wrapped the body up, and shoved it into his closet. He skipped merrily over to the phone which sat in it's charger. He picked it up and dialed a number. He waited for someone to respond.
"Hello?" A timid voice asked.
"Usagi!" He squealed. "Hey, ugly, do you want to come over to my place for dinner?"
"Uh, I have studying to do, Iya."
"Do I give a crap? No. So, I'll pick you up around eight. I love you, ugly! Bu-bye!" Iya hung up, smiling.
The couple sat down in the living room. A table was in front of them, holding the pot full of Human Stew. Iya, brushing some of his vibrant pink hair behind his ear, prepared Usagi's bowl. Usagi was a pretty girl of seventeen. She had a round face and big brown eyes, her black hair was clean and shoulder length. But, next to her boyfriend, Iya, she paled in beauty. She took the bowl, and thanked Iya.
Iya smiled, looking happy. He prepared his own bowl, humming.
They ate in perfect silence for a couple of minutes. Then, Usagi said, "Uh, the food is good. Thank you, Iya."
"It was nothing, Usagi." He said, smiling.
Usagi drank up some of the broth before saying, "Yumi didn't come to school today. What did you make this stew with, Iya? It tastes really good!"
Iya (Kensuke)
Age: 22
Height: 5'4'
Description: Born into a family of ten as the youngest, raised on a steady diet of abuse and the motto 'The strong will live and the weak will die' Iya's a homicidal cross-dresser with a sadistic twist. At age eleven he join the local yakuza for fun. At age fifteen he murdered his entire family for kicks. The years between 16 to 18 are complete mysteries to him.
Iya is a yakuza hit man, a drummer for the band MirrorMASK, a excellent cross-dresser (enough so that he out-pretties most girls even without his make up!), and a homicidal (but loving) boyfriend.
Vain, selfish, and cruel. Three words that accuratly describe Iya's outward appearance.
Usagi
Age: 17
Height: 5'1'
Description: A normal, timid, every day kind of girl. She had the luck to run into Iya and watch him murder three girls for seeing him kill a 'hit'. She wasn't killed because Iya thought her 'cute'. She isn't too sure exactly when Iya and her began dating, since it seemed kind of random. She puts up with Iya's constant verbal abuse only because she knows he doesn't mean any of it. For the record, she doesn't have much street smarts or a sense of direction.
~~~
"Mmmmfmmmmmm!"
"Now now, if you keep moving around like that, you'll tip the chair over."
A young woman of sixteen or seventeen sat, bound in a chair with a gag over her mouth. Behind her was the oh so familiar homicidal maniac called 'Iya'. He had kidnapped the young woman for dinner.
Iya grinned as he tightened the gag. "Now, you be a good girl and stay there, I need to get the other ingredients ready." He smiled, patting her on the head like she was some kind of child. He walked over to the kitchen and put a large pot filled with water onto the stove. A radio nearby played a MirrorMASK song, one she recognized from a concert she attended with her friend.
A life so empty without meaning
Selfish desire
The red sun grows hazy and the pot over flows
Selfish desire
The red sun grows hazy and the pot over flows
The young woman watched as Iya took out a cutting board, a large kitchen knife, and some carrots from his refrigerator. He began to cut the carrots and dropping them into the pot. He was humming the tune of the song behind him as thought he wasn't about to cut up and consume a girl for no apparent reason.
The crimson rain is fresh upon my face
It crusts my soul in a well of darkness
It's so nice to meet you, why don't you come inside?
Iya pulled out three packages for noodles and opened them, putting the noodles into his boiling pot. His wicked smile flashed onto his face. He walked back over to the young woman, holding his knife. "So, how do you like your seating arrangments?" He asked.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"'Mmm' is not an answer! Try again, sweetie. Let's try to use something in the Japanese language." He said, his fingers wrapped onto her chin as the cool blade of the knife was pressed against her arm.
"..." She was quivering with fear.
"Smart ass bitch!" He growled, slicing open her arm. She screamed, muffled of course by the gag, with the searing pain spreading all over her body.
A life so empty without meaning
Selfish desire
I'm a self-indulged masochistic with a taste for sadism.
Selfish desire
I'm a self-indulged masochistic with a taste for sadism.
The song ended as Iya finished adding some spices to the meal. Iya walked back over to his larger cutting board, seperating the fat and bruised tissue and the untainted meat. He cut up the good meat into small strips and put them into the pot. Iya then opened up the closet and took out a garbage bag. He walked over to the bruised tissue and fat, pushing the macabre mess into the garbage bag. He walked out to the young woman who was lying on the ground, missing two arms and a leg. She was laying on a sheet with a plastic sheet underneath. No blood had reached his floors, nothing external to point the crime to him.
Iya wrapped the body up, and shoved it into his closet. He skipped merrily over to the phone which sat in it's charger. He picked it up and dialed a number. He waited for someone to respond.
"Hello?" A timid voice asked.
"Usagi!" He squealed. "Hey, ugly, do you want to come over to my place for dinner?"
"Uh, I have studying to do, Iya."
"Do I give a crap? No. So, I'll pick you up around eight. I love you, ugly! Bu-bye!" Iya hung up, smiling.
The couple sat down in the living room. A table was in front of them, holding the pot full of Human Stew. Iya, brushing some of his vibrant pink hair behind his ear, prepared Usagi's bowl. Usagi was a pretty girl of seventeen. She had a round face and big brown eyes, her black hair was clean and shoulder length. But, next to her boyfriend, Iya, she paled in beauty. She took the bowl, and thanked Iya.
Iya smiled, looking happy. He prepared his own bowl, humming.
They ate in perfect silence for a couple of minutes. Then, Usagi said, "Uh, the food is good. Thank you, Iya."
"It was nothing, Usagi." He said, smiling.
Usagi drank up some of the broth before saying, "Yumi didn't come to school today. What did you make this stew with, Iya? It tastes really good!"