General Cinnia Lustro
female // bisexual
26 // June 14th
Half Fire/Half Light Elemental // The Pheonix
The Voice and the Mask
Cinnia tends to work at her own pace. She's passionate about her job and likes flaunting her powers that landed her the job. She's usually laid back and sarcastic, but in battle she's a fiery ball of energy, quick on her feet with sharp reflexes, taunting at her attackers.
Whisper me a Story
Cinnia was born the daughter to a light elemental and a fire elemental. She attributed her powers from her mother, but also the weaknesses of the two but together, water and losing her abilities at night. Talk about a double whammy. But it was because of these two together that amplied her power over fire, surpassing even her mother's abilities.
The Thane noticed this and struck up an offer with her parents; if they gave her to them they'd pay her parents a high sum of money. They refused, saying their daughter wasn't worth all the money in the world, as many parents would've. The Thane grew angry but didn't want to make a mess of things so he knocked them both unconcious and took Cinnia anyway.
The ruler quickly started to raise her, trying in the same way as Claudia to teach that emotions were useless, but his plans didn't prevail as Cinnia's sharp tongue and rebellious attitude didn't budge. After a couple years of aggravation and smacks he gave up, deciding just to teach her to do what she's told and to make up for her weakness at night by fighting with two swords.
Cinnia respectfully went along with this and excelled in her abilities, even impressing the Thane at times, soon earning her title General Lustro the Pheonix, The Thane's Right Hand Man.
Pretty Girl
Cinnia is 5'7 with brilliant red hair and eyes, reflecting exactly what someone would picture a fire elemental to look like. She has slightly tanned skin, much from being outside sharpening her skills. In the day her ponytail tends to have a flame-like texture to it, as well as a lovely fire belt which she draws her power from.
Revolution Calling
Cinnia has the obvious ability to control fire and uses double blades as her weapons. During the day her body is coated with a fire resistant substance that allows her to cover her body in fire if she wants. She has to use this sparingly though; The flames with begin to erode it and she'll start to get burns on herself, or if she doesn't notice, she could catch on fire.
My Hell
Cinnia's lack of motivation might be one of her biggest downfalls. If she's not interested in the mission the Thane assigns her, she'll do a bad job, or she simply won't do it at all. She also loses her ability to control fire when the sun goes down, but she's mastered her two blades as well so she's still as deadly as she is in the day. Her weaknesses in battle would be her arrogance and water. Her arrogance sometimes leads her to screw up and make mistakes and if water soaks her belt she's unable to use fire until she gets the spark up again, which takes time.
Paprika Muffin
female // bisexual
26 // June 14th
Half Fire/Half Light Elemental // The Pheonix
The Voice and the Mask
Cinnia tends to work at her own pace. She's passionate about her job and likes flaunting her powers that landed her the job. She's usually laid back and sarcastic, but in battle she's a fiery ball of energy, quick on her feet with sharp reflexes, taunting at her attackers.
Whisper me a Story
Cinnia was born the daughter to a light elemental and a fire elemental. She attributed her powers from her mother, but also the weaknesses of the two but together, water and losing her abilities at night. Talk about a double whammy. But it was because of these two together that amplied her power over fire, surpassing even her mother's abilities.
The Thane noticed this and struck up an offer with her parents; if they gave her to them they'd pay her parents a high sum of money. They refused, saying their daughter wasn't worth all the money in the world, as many parents would've. The Thane grew angry but didn't want to make a mess of things so he knocked them both unconcious and took Cinnia anyway.
The ruler quickly started to raise her, trying in the same way as Claudia to teach that emotions were useless, but his plans didn't prevail as Cinnia's sharp tongue and rebellious attitude didn't budge. After a couple years of aggravation and smacks he gave up, deciding just to teach her to do what she's told and to make up for her weakness at night by fighting with two swords.
Cinnia respectfully went along with this and excelled in her abilities, even impressing the Thane at times, soon earning her title General Lustro the Pheonix, The Thane's Right Hand Man.
Pretty Girl
Cinnia is 5'7 with brilliant red hair and eyes, reflecting exactly what someone would picture a fire elemental to look like. She has slightly tanned skin, much from being outside sharpening her skills. In the day her ponytail tends to have a flame-like texture to it, as well as a lovely fire belt which she draws her power from.
Revolution Calling
Cinnia has the obvious ability to control fire and uses double blades as her weapons. During the day her body is coated with a fire resistant substance that allows her to cover her body in fire if she wants. She has to use this sparingly though; The flames with begin to erode it and she'll start to get burns on herself, or if she doesn't notice, she could catch on fire.
My Hell
Cinnia's lack of motivation might be one of her biggest downfalls. If she's not interested in the mission the Thane assigns her, she'll do a bad job, or she simply won't do it at all. She also loses her ability to control fire when the sun goes down, but she's mastered her two blades as well so she's still as deadly as she is in the day. Her weaknesses in battle would be her arrogance and water. Her arrogance sometimes leads her to screw up and make mistakes and if water soaks her belt she's unable to use fire until she gets the spark up again, which takes time.
Paprika Muffin
Claudia Catherine Maretto
"I don't need anyone or anything I am fine with being alone. I wont have to deal with the foolish things called emotions, it is better this way."
Female // Bisexual
Twenty-One // October Thirty-First
Air Elemental // The Spirit
The Voice and the Mask
Claudia is a very strange girl. She never really talks much and she tends to think too much. Due to the fact that she is the Thane's heir he always kept her away from social interactions, therefore she does not really know how to interact with people. Claudia was also taught not to let any emotions in. She is very good at surpressing the useless things, however, she often wonders what life would be like if she didn't. Her anti-social personality and her blockade on emotions are other reasons why she is known as 'The Spirit'.
Whisper me a Story
Being born the heir of a Thane made this girl's life difficult since the day she was born. As a child Claudia was told not to smile, play, frown, cry, or do anything that displayed any emotions. The only things she was allowed to do were read, train, and sustain her life. So, Claudia never really had a childhood, he life was always plain and boring. However, this lifestyle made her devoid of emotions which was exactly what was wanted of her. If she did not have emotions she wouldn't be able to feel compassion or sympathy. How much better could a warrior be?
As Claudia grew older she began to be able to control her powers. She could easily walk through walls, levitate and she used her powers often so she could gain complete control over them. After all this was one of the few things she was permitted to do. Although, Claudia never had any emotion displayed on her face aside from the occasional curiousity. That was the one thing that slipped through her tough blockade that the Thane built for her. Her odd personality along with her powers granted her the title 'The Spirit'. The girl seems to have no soul and no grip on life.
Not too long ago Claudia heard of the Thane's plan to invade Earth. How did she feel about it? Well, she really didn't have any thoughts about it the tough blockade that was built really paid off. She didn't care how many people she would have to kill and why would she? She did not have the capicity for those types of things, all emotions seemed far out of her reach making her the soulless being that she is.
Pretty Girl/Boy
Claudia has very pale skin and medium length white hair with a few black streaks. Her eyes are of a very dark color and seem to reflect her non-existant soul. These parts of her appearence make her seem even more like her title. Claudia is also five foot two. She is very short, although, why does it matter when she can make herself levitate to any height. She typically wears a white kimono, her clothing doesn't effect her fighting because all she has to do is make the object go through her. Claudia has no need for clothing that could make her move with ease.
Revolution Calling
Claudia is an air elemental so her abilities have to do with her power of the air. She can turn herself into the air as well, this makes it possible for her to walk through walls or to have objects pass right through her body. She also has the ability to levitate herself on the air. This makes for easy escapes and it gives her a chance to attack from above.
My Hell
Claudia's powers can be thrown off by strong winds. Although she has control over wind she cannot control the wind that is already in nature, only the kinds she creates. So heavy winds can blow her off balance or even make her powers ineffective. She has never really had experiance with human emotions so if someone tries to reason with her deeply she may become confused and get lost into her thoughts.
Chinatsu Shibaguchi
"I don't need anyone or anything I am fine with being alone. I wont have to deal with the foolish things called emotions, it is better this way."
Female // Bisexual
Twenty-One // October Thirty-First
Air Elemental // The Spirit
The Voice and the Mask
Claudia is a very strange girl. She never really talks much and she tends to think too much. Due to the fact that she is the Thane's heir he always kept her away from social interactions, therefore she does not really know how to interact with people. Claudia was also taught not to let any emotions in. She is very good at surpressing the useless things, however, she often wonders what life would be like if she didn't. Her anti-social personality and her blockade on emotions are other reasons why she is known as 'The Spirit'.
Whisper me a Story
Being born the heir of a Thane made this girl's life difficult since the day she was born. As a child Claudia was told not to smile, play, frown, cry, or do anything that displayed any emotions. The only things she was allowed to do were read, train, and sustain her life. So, Claudia never really had a childhood, he life was always plain and boring. However, this lifestyle made her devoid of emotions which was exactly what was wanted of her. If she did not have emotions she wouldn't be able to feel compassion or sympathy. How much better could a warrior be?
As Claudia grew older she began to be able to control her powers. She could easily walk through walls, levitate and she used her powers often so she could gain complete control over them. After all this was one of the few things she was permitted to do. Although, Claudia never had any emotion displayed on her face aside from the occasional curiousity. That was the one thing that slipped through her tough blockade that the Thane built for her. Her odd personality along with her powers granted her the title 'The Spirit'. The girl seems to have no soul and no grip on life.
Not too long ago Claudia heard of the Thane's plan to invade Earth. How did she feel about it? Well, she really didn't have any thoughts about it the tough blockade that was built really paid off. She didn't care how many people she would have to kill and why would she? She did not have the capicity for those types of things, all emotions seemed far out of her reach making her the soulless being that she is.
Pretty Girl/Boy
Claudia has very pale skin and medium length white hair with a few black streaks. Her eyes are of a very dark color and seem to reflect her non-existant soul. These parts of her appearence make her seem even more like her title. Claudia is also five foot two. She is very short, although, why does it matter when she can make herself levitate to any height. She typically wears a white kimono, her clothing doesn't effect her fighting because all she has to do is make the object go through her. Claudia has no need for clothing that could make her move with ease.
Revolution Calling
Claudia is an air elemental so her abilities have to do with her power of the air. She can turn herself into the air as well, this makes it possible for her to walk through walls or to have objects pass right through her body. She also has the ability to levitate herself on the air. This makes for easy escapes and it gives her a chance to attack from above.
My Hell
Claudia's powers can be thrown off by strong winds. Although she has control over wind she cannot control the wind that is already in nature, only the kinds she creates. So heavy winds can blow her off balance or even make her powers ineffective. She has never really had experiance with human emotions so if someone tries to reason with her deeply she may become confused and get lost into her thoughts.
Chinatsu Shibaguchi
Zake Zevran Zelanban
"You got me to stand out in the rain? Kudos,,,"
"Aw dude. Yeah I'd start running if I were you. Seriously."
Lad // Straight
Seventeen // October 22nd, 1992
Human // The Lunatic
The Voice and the Mask
Zake is,,, interesting. Yes there can probably be as thousand and one more adjectives to describe the boy, but for simplicity’s sake one could probably leave it at this and be satisfied. Call astrology real or not, but his sign Libra the Scales and their constant inner battle for balance only scrapes the surface of Zake’s problems. One day he can be as outgoing as the rest of them, cracking jokes lush in his tad out there humor, laced with non sequiturs and a dash of what you may even consider dark comedy. He finds “A Modest Proposal” by Jonathon Swift humorous, and believed it was real the first time around. Sue him. People are entitled to jokes at another’s expense. Then there are his “sad days”, where the guy only sees the glass half empty and glares all the optimists down with a frosty air to rival that of good ‘ole Jack Frost. It’s during these times he renounces himself as the one true cynic at heart, and with a cool air of detachment find that human life is meaningless and ultimately expandable.
Ever watched such animes as “Soul Eater”, “Code Geass”, or “Tales of the Abyss”? You know the characters Stein, Lloyd, and Dist? Yeah think of Zake as a mass combination of these three seemingly heartless bastards who play with human existence as a lark. But then again, this is only Zake in his “meh” days. About two days out of the week he is much more light-hearted. His version of light-hearted anyways. I promise. Although then again with Zake, did I mention he often is bad at that? Keeping promises anyways. Don’t come to him for a reliable word or sympathy, any day of the week. It’s just who he is, the man with no stable or sane frame of emotion. He doesn’t understand why you’re so crushed your pet puppy died, he gets annoyed when you last more than ten minutes hung over your mother’s death, and he wants to bash in the heads of any expectant father who cries while their first born is being born! He just doesn’t get mankind 2/3 of the time. Really.
Overall though, he isn’t an outright jerk. Zake knows tact; he understands that there is a social limit. He just hates that fact he has to mind it, that’s all. Beneath the craziness that is himself, there is something more. Something deeper. Doesn’t everyone have a side they would rather keep hidden? Zake has always regarded display of emotion week, most likely because he himself finds himself its greatest victim. To never be in complete control of your conscious mind is a scary thing. To Zake, the only thing to do is close it off and shove it to the side. If it’s not there, why worry about it? He is hiding his existence, that is on a separate plane entirely of nearly all humans, to protect himself. Or at least how he figures it. Better to be the heartless and detached stone of a soul, than wear your heart on your sleeve and risk exposure of the wrong kind, no? Zake certainly thinks so.
Whisper me a Story
Zake lives on his own.
Surprising maybe to all the perfect families spread across the world, but he could really care less. As the name alludes to Zake’s roots can be traced to a far away land, although where exactly his guess could be as good as your’s. Somewhere in Eastern Europe maybe? Questions like that always bugged him in school. But let’s say for some background’s sake, he was born near the Iron Curtain. Or at least in the end of it. By the time of his birth he’s sure whatever little odd-end country he was born in had liberated itself and fallen into a corrupted, war-torn, and distraught nation that would possibly put the old USSR to shame.
Somehow he ended up in the States; don’t ask him how he’ll just stare blankly at you and hope you find a better reason than him. He guesses he was probably around five or so, falling into the lovely social care system that is Foster Care. Home to home Zake would go. For how long he would stay? Maybe a month, or so. He was what many potential parents deemed “unstable”, a loner, too odd for their tastes. So the kid liked to sleep on top of the roof with music blasting out of headphones that would deafen any ordinary human being. So maybe some hysterical “mom” would find him in the bathtub, grabbing hold to an electrical wire as he nonchalantly tried to splash water at the outlet. Their fault for having electrical outlets in a bathroom. Sheesh.
Luckily the saving grace seems to be emancipation of a minor, and since he at least qualified for citizenship at one point or another in his tussle with families, freedom was within his grasp. At sixteen the boy called having guardians quits, and decided he was only his own responsibility. It was more or less how he was living all these past years anyways. Settling down in a place as sunny and non-grey and depressing as possible, as if a change in scenery would help with his mood, Zake moved out to New Mexico. Santa Fe to be exact. The endless sky and lack of human development suited him, and it was here he has lived out the past year. He works in a local music store, to at least satisfy his true love of song.
But this seemingly simplistic life has been tilted as of late.
Zake has seemed more anxious, more off in his own little world than usual. He’s been missing quite a few days of work, not trusting himself to step out. He doesn’t know what will happen, but something tells him that when he loses it, he will lose it. And he can’t just ignore what he’s seen in the mirror every morning, the faint red tinge that seems to dust his otherwise placid, colorless eyes. Living out alone, in what he considered his own personal escape doesn’t seem to be quite doing the trick anymore. Something is off in this odd-end world of his. Zake just has to figure out what. Before his unknown powers, get the better of him.
Pretty Boy
Zake doesn't think there is much to say about his looks, since he never really bothered to care about such trivial things in the first place. His eyes, asides from the tell-tale red he has started to see as of late are usually a very steel grey. Periwinkle at best, if you want to describe them as anything but colorless. His hair is a shaggy mess that has only been cut about once a year, the color a deep colbat blue. Although in normal light, he figures you can just mark it off as black. he isn't that tall considering, at seventeen topping 5ft. 7in., and he doesn't think he's going to get any taller. Weighing 130 lbs. he also is on the very lean side, lanky he guesses you can call him. His eastern-european background has given him pale skin, and only when stressed, tired, or lost in his "Lunatic" state, will the original accent come back. He can't speak a word of anything other than english, but the accent can get very thick depending on the situation. Zake also likes to dress on the scruffier side of the spectrum, and is usually never seen without his heavy, green jacket. Even if it's 110 degress outside. Call it one of the many weird quirks of his. If anything else to possibly say positive about himself, he figures he can tell you that when in the mood he can sing. Quite well. Sadly no one has ever heard him utter more than a note, so he's more or less "undiscovered".
But it all means nothing. Zake thinks this whole part of the profile is usless anyways. tell him some girls in the pasy have deemed his body quite appealing, and he'll only raise an eyebrow and ask, albiet politely, for him, "Who the hell are you trying to make feel better?"
Modest through and through.
Revolution Calling
To make it short and sweet, Zake is called The Lunatic for a reason. His handle on his own emotions and sanity is tenative at best, so it's really for the good of your own sanity and life at times, that you don't set him off when he's around you. If provoked he can easily lose himself to the "Mad" side of him, a bloodthirsty being who really wouldn't think twice about bashing your head repeatedly against a white picket fance, laughing all the while. The red tint in his eyes is hidden usually, with the color seeming to arise as a mood meter of sorts. The more red seen, the closer he is to snapping. So please, watch the red. And also please never get into a staring contest with him. A little more than a minute staring right at him, when even if only the faintest tinge of red is seen, and you may very well be asking for your own room and board at the nearest White Room Hotel. Rule of thumb; unless you want an uncontrollable,,, well lunatic out in the world and reaking havoc on whatever is closest, friend or foe, then please. Don't get him mad. Or anxious. Or nervous. Or hyper. Or a lot of emotionall stressful things.
I didn't say being around him was easy, right?
My Hell
Zake's whole mind is a weakness, an emotional time bomb waiting to erupt at any given time. Although if we want to go with other, more feasible weaknesses, then by all means. He hates the water, so getting him to go on a boat, out in the rain, or even step near a beach will be quite, quite difficult. It is also recommended you let him keep his music at all times. Many a life was saved by him able to access his precious iPod, and calm his frazzled nerve endings with his assortment of Rock, Indie, and classical songs of all kinds. Cats also get him a tad antsy, since they seem to be the only creatures to not turn away from his stare. That alone gives him reason to freak out. And perhaps, the most cliche and dire of all, attachment. Care towards another human being. Love. Woe to the girl who manages to find him. they'll be under iron clutches, and unless clingy and over-protective is what you're looking for then by all means stay away.
If there ever was a being for him to fall for, and they were snatched away,,,? Who's to say Zake would ever want to be sane again.
x0Takashi Morinozuka0x
"You got me to stand out in the rain? Kudos,,,"
"Aw dude. Yeah I'd start running if I were you. Seriously."
Lad // Straight
Seventeen // October 22nd, 1992
Human // The Lunatic
The Voice and the Mask
Zake is,,, interesting. Yes there can probably be as thousand and one more adjectives to describe the boy, but for simplicity’s sake one could probably leave it at this and be satisfied. Call astrology real or not, but his sign Libra the Scales and their constant inner battle for balance only scrapes the surface of Zake’s problems. One day he can be as outgoing as the rest of them, cracking jokes lush in his tad out there humor, laced with non sequiturs and a dash of what you may even consider dark comedy. He finds “A Modest Proposal” by Jonathon Swift humorous, and believed it was real the first time around. Sue him. People are entitled to jokes at another’s expense. Then there are his “sad days”, where the guy only sees the glass half empty and glares all the optimists down with a frosty air to rival that of good ‘ole Jack Frost. It’s during these times he renounces himself as the one true cynic at heart, and with a cool air of detachment find that human life is meaningless and ultimately expandable.
Ever watched such animes as “Soul Eater”, “Code Geass”, or “Tales of the Abyss”? You know the characters Stein, Lloyd, and Dist? Yeah think of Zake as a mass combination of these three seemingly heartless bastards who play with human existence as a lark. But then again, this is only Zake in his “meh” days. About two days out of the week he is much more light-hearted. His version of light-hearted anyways. I promise. Although then again with Zake, did I mention he often is bad at that? Keeping promises anyways. Don’t come to him for a reliable word or sympathy, any day of the week. It’s just who he is, the man with no stable or sane frame of emotion. He doesn’t understand why you’re so crushed your pet puppy died, he gets annoyed when you last more than ten minutes hung over your mother’s death, and he wants to bash in the heads of any expectant father who cries while their first born is being born! He just doesn’t get mankind 2/3 of the time. Really.
Overall though, he isn’t an outright jerk. Zake knows tact; he understands that there is a social limit. He just hates that fact he has to mind it, that’s all. Beneath the craziness that is himself, there is something more. Something deeper. Doesn’t everyone have a side they would rather keep hidden? Zake has always regarded display of emotion week, most likely because he himself finds himself its greatest victim. To never be in complete control of your conscious mind is a scary thing. To Zake, the only thing to do is close it off and shove it to the side. If it’s not there, why worry about it? He is hiding his existence, that is on a separate plane entirely of nearly all humans, to protect himself. Or at least how he figures it. Better to be the heartless and detached stone of a soul, than wear your heart on your sleeve and risk exposure of the wrong kind, no? Zake certainly thinks so.
Whisper me a Story
Zake lives on his own.
Surprising maybe to all the perfect families spread across the world, but he could really care less. As the name alludes to Zake’s roots can be traced to a far away land, although where exactly his guess could be as good as your’s. Somewhere in Eastern Europe maybe? Questions like that always bugged him in school. But let’s say for some background’s sake, he was born near the Iron Curtain. Or at least in the end of it. By the time of his birth he’s sure whatever little odd-end country he was born in had liberated itself and fallen into a corrupted, war-torn, and distraught nation that would possibly put the old USSR to shame.
Somehow he ended up in the States; don’t ask him how he’ll just stare blankly at you and hope you find a better reason than him. He guesses he was probably around five or so, falling into the lovely social care system that is Foster Care. Home to home Zake would go. For how long he would stay? Maybe a month, or so. He was what many potential parents deemed “unstable”, a loner, too odd for their tastes. So the kid liked to sleep on top of the roof with music blasting out of headphones that would deafen any ordinary human being. So maybe some hysterical “mom” would find him in the bathtub, grabbing hold to an electrical wire as he nonchalantly tried to splash water at the outlet. Their fault for having electrical outlets in a bathroom. Sheesh.
Luckily the saving grace seems to be emancipation of a minor, and since he at least qualified for citizenship at one point or another in his tussle with families, freedom was within his grasp. At sixteen the boy called having guardians quits, and decided he was only his own responsibility. It was more or less how he was living all these past years anyways. Settling down in a place as sunny and non-grey and depressing as possible, as if a change in scenery would help with his mood, Zake moved out to New Mexico. Santa Fe to be exact. The endless sky and lack of human development suited him, and it was here he has lived out the past year. He works in a local music store, to at least satisfy his true love of song.
But this seemingly simplistic life has been tilted as of late.
Zake has seemed more anxious, more off in his own little world than usual. He’s been missing quite a few days of work, not trusting himself to step out. He doesn’t know what will happen, but something tells him that when he loses it, he will lose it. And he can’t just ignore what he’s seen in the mirror every morning, the faint red tinge that seems to dust his otherwise placid, colorless eyes. Living out alone, in what he considered his own personal escape doesn’t seem to be quite doing the trick anymore. Something is off in this odd-end world of his. Zake just has to figure out what. Before his unknown powers, get the better of him.
Pretty Boy
Zake doesn't think there is much to say about his looks, since he never really bothered to care about such trivial things in the first place. His eyes, asides from the tell-tale red he has started to see as of late are usually a very steel grey. Periwinkle at best, if you want to describe them as anything but colorless. His hair is a shaggy mess that has only been cut about once a year, the color a deep colbat blue. Although in normal light, he figures you can just mark it off as black. he isn't that tall considering, at seventeen topping 5ft. 7in., and he doesn't think he's going to get any taller. Weighing 130 lbs. he also is on the very lean side, lanky he guesses you can call him. His eastern-european background has given him pale skin, and only when stressed, tired, or lost in his "Lunatic" state, will the original accent come back. He can't speak a word of anything other than english, but the accent can get very thick depending on the situation. Zake also likes to dress on the scruffier side of the spectrum, and is usually never seen without his heavy, green jacket. Even if it's 110 degress outside. Call it one of the many weird quirks of his. If anything else to possibly say positive about himself, he figures he can tell you that when in the mood he can sing. Quite well. Sadly no one has ever heard him utter more than a note, so he's more or less "undiscovered".
But it all means nothing. Zake thinks this whole part of the profile is usless anyways. tell him some girls in the pasy have deemed his body quite appealing, and he'll only raise an eyebrow and ask, albiet politely, for him, "Who the hell are you trying to make feel better?"
Modest through and through.
Revolution Calling
To make it short and sweet, Zake is called The Lunatic for a reason. His handle on his own emotions and sanity is tenative at best, so it's really for the good of your own sanity and life at times, that you don't set him off when he's around you. If provoked he can easily lose himself to the "Mad" side of him, a bloodthirsty being who really wouldn't think twice about bashing your head repeatedly against a white picket fance, laughing all the while. The red tint in his eyes is hidden usually, with the color seeming to arise as a mood meter of sorts. The more red seen, the closer he is to snapping. So please, watch the red. And also please never get into a staring contest with him. A little more than a minute staring right at him, when even if only the faintest tinge of red is seen, and you may very well be asking for your own room and board at the nearest White Room Hotel. Rule of thumb; unless you want an uncontrollable,,, well lunatic out in the world and reaking havoc on whatever is closest, friend or foe, then please. Don't get him mad. Or anxious. Or nervous. Or hyper. Or a lot of emotionall stressful things.
I didn't say being around him was easy, right?
My Hell
Zake's whole mind is a weakness, an emotional time bomb waiting to erupt at any given time. Although if we want to go with other, more feasible weaknesses, then by all means. He hates the water, so getting him to go on a boat, out in the rain, or even step near a beach will be quite, quite difficult. It is also recommended you let him keep his music at all times. Many a life was saved by him able to access his precious iPod, and calm his frazzled nerve endings with his assortment of Rock, Indie, and classical songs of all kinds. Cats also get him a tad antsy, since they seem to be the only creatures to not turn away from his stare. That alone gives him reason to freak out. And perhaps, the most cliche and dire of all, attachment. Care towards another human being. Love. Woe to the girl who manages to find him. they'll be under iron clutches, and unless clingy and over-protective is what you're looking for then by all means stay away.
If there ever was a being for him to fall for, and they were snatched away,,,? Who's to say Zake would ever want to be sane again.
x0Takashi Morinozuka0x
