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/// name ✗✗✗ _______________________ • • Kobayashi Seien → Mr. Assaulter.
/// born ✗✗✗ ________________________ • • October 23rd → 16 Years.
/// picture ✗✗✗ ______________________ • • Oh, what do they say? Madness is genius -- or oh; sexy.
/// personality ✗✗✗ ___________________ • •
So, you would like to get inside my head? See what makes me tick? Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Just watch your step then, it's a mess up here. I’m the prince of Nishi High, so yeah, I‘ve got an ego. I have top grades, good looks and I’m rich on top of that. People think I'm perfect. Well, the ones who don't know the real me. I wear a perpetual mask in a sense, and while I may not particularly like it, I need it to survive in this hellhole, so I deal with it and twist it for my own uses. While this might make me two-faced, it's much better than letting everyone see my weaknesses. Not that I have them or anything. Either way, I don’t care as long as I get what I want. To others, my wants are a bit twisted. So what if I like exploiting girls for my own entertainment? They’re asking for it anyway, giving me those coy looks they think make them seem seductive, even when they know I have a girlfriend already. Don’t get me wrong here. I don’t like her and if I had a choice in the matter, I wouldn’t have given her the time of day.
Which brings me to why I am dating her. It’s out of fear, of course. But not for her -- no, she doesn’t scare me in the least, though her obsession with me is a bit creepy. It’s my father. If you think I’m a coward because of this, then you can kiss my a**. Don’t preach to me either. You haven’t met my father and I’m pretty sure that yours doesn’t beat you senseless if you screw up. I’ve tried running away, standing up to him -- and it only made things worse. I’m not stupid, I’m a survivor and I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish that. If some unfortunate gets in my path on the way there, then Heaven help them, because I’ll use them as I see fit. Sure, I’ll probably end up in Hell in the end, but at this point, I’ve attained a devil may care attitude. I’ve found that I’m also capricious, meaning that I’m unpredictable. Which is true: I often give into impulse, especially when it comes to the girls I choose. If it’s not interesting to me I don’t bother with it. Things that are amusing, entertaining… the ones that give me the greatest enjoyment seem to catch my eye. This applies to people as well, obviously.
Now, you may also be wondering… why is this kid getting top grades when he spends all his study time ******** girls? Well, that’s easy. I’m astoundingly smart despite my charmer tendencies. Actually, it’s because I have an eidetic memory. It means that I can recall images, sounds and information with vivid detail. It’s quite useful because I have no problem remembering a girl’s name or personal information about certain individuals. Another thing you have to realize about me, is that I’m considerably vindictive. I like to get back at people whenever possible. I also lack something most people would call a conscience. Guilt is a thing I very rarely feel. As a side note, I do feel a bit bad about the way I ended my friendship with Mr. Understanding, but he was being unreasonable and more than a little irritating about lecturing me on the way I treated my girls which was my own business. So I dropped him. Isn’t it interesting how quickly I can turn on people? I must also lack something called “loyalty”. I look forward to seeing him again, just so that I can show him exactly what he’s missing…
/// autobio ✗✗✗ ______________________ • •
Just because I’m rich, didn’t mean my life has been a cakewalk. Ever since I was a kid, my father has been on my back, pushing me to be better than everyone around me. I was supposed to be his pride, the child he could boast about to his colleagues. He never cared about me; after all, he figured that was my mother’s job. And she did too, for a while. Until she was diagnosed with congenitive heart disease and died when I was ten years old. People thought there was something wrong with me because I never cried at her funeral. But they only ever see what’s on the outside. That day, in the limo on the way to the church, he told me that if I cried and embarrassed him, he’d lock me in the basement for a year. To a ten year old child, it’s a traumatizing and effective threat. The boogieman can get you down there, you know. What? I was ten, okay? Even I believed in Santa Clause at one point in my life. Of course, I’m not that naïve anymore, I know how the world works and how to use it to my advantage. My father taught me that image is everything. Grudgingly, I’ll admit that he was right about that and I plan on somehow finding a way to use it against him if at all possible.
After my mother’s death, my father hired a sort of nanny to take care of me in my mother’s stead. She was young and became one of my father’s mistresses. I think that’s when I started to disliked women. Strange you say, because I’m dating one? Well, just keep in mind that I don’t give a s**t what your gender is as long as I can use you for my own pleasure. On that note, she wasn’t the most virtuous woman either. What I haven’t told you yet, was that when I hit puberty, I slept with her as well. She was my first and I had lost my virginity at age thirteen. My father had no idea. In fact, we played a game just to see if he would ever take notice of our open seduction of each other. He did, after a while, but only because it had gotten so obvious that it was impossible to ignore. She was let go after that. I had no more use for her by then anyway and already I was bringing home girls from school. It wasn’t a problem for me -- after all, my father’s job kept him at work until suppertime and he left before I went off to school. At around this time, I was in middle school and had meet a certain individual that I quickly became best friends with: Mr. Understanding.
Our friendship was almost perfect. We were like twins: inseparable. He had even gotten me to gather up enough nerve to stand up to my father’s tyranny. He beat me so severely that I remained unconscious for an entire day after that. I think it was actually Mr. Understanding who had found me that day, stopping by my house after school because he had been worried. I missed several days while injuries healed. I tried running away a week later and the results were no better. But Mr. Understanding and myself got along and he kept me marginally sane. We liked the same things, liked the same girls, and fought over them too. They never drove us apart though, until the end of middle school, when my father delivered his ultimatum. “Date my boss’s daughter, or I’ll make your life a living hell.” I almost had to laugh at that: like I wasn’t already in one. I agreed to do it because I had no real choice in the matter. There was no way I was going to the hospital again -- I had had to deal with all that for two years while my mother dwindled away, there was no way in hell that I was ever going to a hospital again. Actually, I still have nightmare about the place. Especially my mother‘s doctor, who I firmly believe is a *****.
After I started dating Miss Princess, everything between me and Mr. Understanding changed, and it wasn‘t for the better. Both of us knew that we couldn‘t stand each other long enough to stay close, so it became an unspoken decision by the both of us and we drifted apart. I had sunk back into old ways without any problem. There was no way that I was going to step into an unwanted relationship with no form of retaliation. Mr. Understanding had kept me somewhat normal, but after he left, that voice of sanity wasn’t anywhere to be found. It was during that summer before the first year of high school that I became friends with Mr. Badass. It was a bit of a coincidence you see, because I don’t think Miss Princess intended for us to meet one another. It had been on a date I was supposed to meet her for, and we had arranged to see a movie. I knew that it was going to be a chick flick, and had firmly intended on conveniently falling asleep. He was talking with her when I walked up, and it was a bit obvious that we clashed a bit upon meeting. But when there was an unspoken agreement to ditch her to “get snacks” and sneak into the shoot ’em up movie in the next cinema, we realized the potential friendship at hand.
We soon found we had the same kind of unsavory interests and have formed a friendship basis mostly on competition in the form of bullying. While I blackmailed girls that would eventually regret they’d ever looked my way, Mr. Badass sent puny geeks to the emergency room. Just when I thought things couldn’t fall into place any better, Miss Miserable walked onto the scene. Things were set into motion when Miss Princess made friends with the girl, and I patiently waited my chance to strike. She looked so innocent, so ready to corrupt, that I wanted to break her completely. To my great and immense pleasure, she made the first move, falling right into my awaiting hands. She cornered me after school one day, a few days after I had broken off the relationship with Miss Princess. Why had I done it when I knew the consequences? Because I wanted to be free, and mainly, to piss off my father. It had started to rain that day she came looking for me, and I took it as a “sign from God” and graciously invited the lamb inside my home, which was thankfully nearby, to dry herself off. I smiled at the thought as I followed her through the gates and up to the front door of my house.
I had no idea that that disgusting rat girl had been following us. One day, I’m going to make her regret she ever interfered with my business. Anyway, getting back on track. After I had invited Miss Miserable inside my house I acted the proper host: “come up to my room and I’ll give you some clothes to wear while yours dry.” There wasn’t anyone home that day, aside from the maid, who knew that when I had “company” over to make herself scarce. She knew the consequences of failing to obey orders. After all, she was Slave 23 in my little black book. In any case, Miss Miserable followed me to my room with little complaint, and well, I’m sure that I don’t have to describe into great detail about what happened next. Afterwards, I told her to keep her mouth shut. She agreed, and her pictures are now easily accessible in my cell phone, just in case she decides to suddenly grow a backbone. I plan on using her again, just because she’s so darn cute when she cries.
/// likes & loves ✗✗✗ __________________ • •
ゞ Interesting and amusing things. ゞ Sex, obviously. ゞ Self-righteous people who have no right to be. ゞ Taunting and blackmailing my prey. ゞ Getting the results/reaction that I want. ゞ Mr. Badass. ゞ Mr. Understanding. ゞ Miss Miserable. ゞ Smoking -- so what if I like bad habits? ゞ Giving others demeaning nicknames. ゞ A good challenge every so often. ゞ Anything that belonged to my mother.
/// dislikes & hates ✗✗✗ ________________ • •
ヾ My b*****d father. ヾ Miss Anxiety; she ruined my good fun. ヾ Failing at something because it means bad news for me. ヾ Being at home. ヾ Excessive make-up. ヾ Gossips. Some people just don’t know when to shut the ******** up. ヾ Needles -- honestly, I faint upon seeing them. ヾ Cemeteries, hospitals and doctors. ヾ Rats. They carry the plague and ruin good fun. ヾ Authority and being given orders. ヾ Cold weather and snow. ヾ Waking up early. If you value your life you won’t do it.
/// music ✗✗✗ ________________________ • •
What’s Up People? :: Maximum the Hormone. Ougon no Tsuki :: Suga Shikao. Dirty :: Nightmare. Futatsu no Kodou to Akai Tsumi :: On/Off.
/// other ✗✗✗ ________________________ • •
Oh, just thought you should know: I don’t have any real sexual preference. With boys or girls, sex is sex and love is love, but you'd have to be pretty special for me to feel the latter. They aren’t the same either. Girls are just easier to use and manipulate. I have a secret notebook as well, that I keep hidden in the ceiling of my closet. In it, are all of my blackmail materials I’ve collected.
/// played by ✗✗✗ _____________________ • • ` h o u s e.
suntelia · Sat Jun 14, 2008 @ 09:15pm · 0 Comments |
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