"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back."✧ ✧ ✧
let's see your ♦ application, please. 『 if you play with fire, you're gunna get burned. 』
»» nicknames °
《 Onizuka 》 is preferred (if you value your well-being).
If you want to risk being more familiar with me and call me 《 Taiyou 》, you might get away with minor lacerations.
You’d have to be immortal (or pretty ******** special) to get away with calling me 《 Tai 》.
»» age °
《 Sixteen 》 -- old enough to know better and young enough not to give a damn. Remember to mark it on your calendar -- 《 December 31 》.
»» gender °
I'm not a prince. I'm a ******** 《 god 》.
»» degree level °
《 ♣ 》 I don't give a s**t if it's the lowest rank. This club will beat you to death.
»» sexuality °
I'm attracted to girls, meaning I'm 《 heterosexual 》.
»» notable traits °
《 ™ 》 ⋛ ❝Devilishly handsome, this boy has got looks that could kill. While his features can sometimes be unsettling (many think his hair is dyed and that he wears colored contacts), Tai possess dangerously stunning looks that often require a double-take.❞
《 ™ 》 ⋛ ❝Say, is that a "p", or a "q"…? Please, do us all a favor and give all written directions someone else. Unless you were planning on vacationing in Antarctica...❞
《 ™ 》 ⋛ ❝Ah, full of all sorts of bad little habits, this one. Watch for the cigarette tucked behind his ear. And don‘t let him near alcohol please -- it'll save us all from having to witness something horrific.❞
»» degree °
It’s tough being a 《 s t a r 》.
Star Degree is potent kind of cosmic fire magic that is hard to control, so it takes a shitload of concentration and energy to form even low-level explosions -- and they’re not little or anything, okay? -- they're only a small amount of the power I could control. But basically, it means I can whoop your a** into oblivion (and it gives “burned to a crisp” a whole new definition). At the risk of my own sanity of course, and from what I've heard, it's an event that would not only suck balls for me, but the whole world. That’s totally expected though, as nothing in my life can ever be easy. Good thing is, the burns I get from my fire heals pretty fast.
just have to take a tiny little ♥ test 『 What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. 』
»» personality °
❝ Violent ❞ Forget therapy, anger management, and "talking it out" -- pure aggression is the way to go. That's why I had to do sports in order to vent. It was a struggle just to keep my grades up in order to stay on the team, plus, all the penalties... ugh.
❝ Caustic ❞ I like sarcasm. It's fun. It makes me feel better about myself (by lowering your self-esteem).
❝ a*****e ❞ I won't deny it, but it would be best if you didn't call me that to my face. I can be a bully (it wouldn't be the first time I've been called that) because I like using intimidation. I like getting what I want, and when people are afraid they're going to get their face smashed in, it makes saying "no" a bit more difficult. Don't you think? It wasn't like that at first -- I was only defending myself -- but that's basically what it's all come down to.
❝ Possessive ❞ I don't do so well with sharing (from simple things to an entire person). I never have and I probably never will. I was an only child who was overindulged until a certain point in life, and that's a fact that should speak for itself.
❝ Foolhardy ❞ Hotheaded, impulsive, and volatile, I have what they call a "devil-may-care" attitude. Personally, I like to call it cheerfully unconcerned -- it's just another way to say that I'm bold and reckless. My emotions tend to override my common sense, which sometimes gets me in over my head (a lot). I have a bad habit of not thinking beforehand about the consequences of my actions.
❝ Arrogant ❞ So I have a bit of a superiority complex? Well, duh. I know I'm better than you.
❝ Contradictive ❞ I'm straightforward and I dislike compromising. I lie and I cheat. I say things I don’t mean and I do things when my feelings are the opposite. I want to be the way I am. I don’t want to be the way I am. See what I mean?
❝ Tactless ❞ Oh? Did I hurt your feelings? Sorry, but I don't really care. I should also have you know, that in the case that I am being an insensitive b*****d, it's usually an unconscious act on my part. I don't have to put much thought in being mean to you. I could be ten times nastier if I actually tried.
❝ Crude ❞ !@?&%#$%!? As you've probably gathered, I have quite a mouth on me. My stepmother says I'm outrageous. Pfft, whatever. I don't give a rat's a** if anyone is offended, that's not my problem. Likewise, my manners are lacking as well, seeing as I don't really care about how I come off to others. I never say "please" (you'd have to bribe me). I don't do it often, but I do say "thank you" when the occasion calls for it. Don't blame my mother because she did try to teach me manners. They just never stuck.
❝ Defiant ❞ I hate it when people tell me what to do. It’s my number one irk and I’ll fight you to the very end.
❝ Skeptical ❞ I believe, unless someone can prove otherwise, that everyone has an ulterior motive for everything they do. Which is why I have no friends -- I can't trust anyone.
❝ Bright ❞ Reguardless of my dyslexia, I'm very smart. However; it makes subjects that require reading extremely difficult for me, which frustrates me a lot so sometimes I'll walk right out of class. When I was a kid, used to get picked on because everyone thought I was slow. The last time someone called me dumb, he wound up in the hospital for a week.
»» biography °
The Act of Creation. ☛ See Article 1A, Section A.
Once upon a time…
Well, you can just forget about that whimsical bullshit. My life isn’t some grand fairytale. I don’t have a fairy godmother, though I supposedly have a world to save, but that’s as close to a princess as you’ll get. Forget about whatever you’ve heard, because a happy ending only means that the story isn’t over yet.
My father was about to be the head of the Onizuka Zaibatsu, a family-owned, multi-branched business that started with an ordinary shopkeeper way back in the Edo era. Out of many, it was a particular one we owned -- a gofukuya, or a kimono shop -- that my father previously managed for my grandfather. My mother also happened to end up working there. One thing led to another and, well, you know. Apparently, their relationship wasn’t acceptable by the standards of this prejudiced family, especially since my father already had a fiancé. It’s an old-family-and-arranged-marriages-type thing. I won’t scoff at it, because I’m actually stuck in one myself… That’s what I hate about my family. They’re always trying to control everyone else’s lives… but I digress.
On top of it all, it probably didn’t help that my mother looked like a gaijin. I still have pictures of her -- she was pretty. Her father was German from what I understand, and her mother was Japanese. She ended up taking most of his traits instead of her mother's and was stuck with blonde hair and blue eyes. In any case, they had an affair that accidentally resulted in my mother’s pregnancy, and ultimately, my birth. My parents never married (essentially, I’m a b*****d child, how fitting), though my father kept my mother around as his mistress and still married his present wife. She hates me because what I represent -- my father’s obvious love of another woman. They’ve had two daughters together, much to my the family’s great displeasure -- it means I’m still the true heir to the company.
The Act of Delusion. ☛ See Article 5, Section C.
Growing up, my mother and I lived in a house different than my father, away from the Onizuka main house, in an effort to keep us away from the family and out of his wife’s sight. We never visted and he always came to see us. At first, I tried hard to please my father for my mother’s sake. She cried whenever he was gone but she was so happy when he was around… My child’s mind figured that he must be a great person if he could make her stop crying just by being around.
I didn’t have many friends -- too many were unsettled by my abnormal appearance. They said my eyes were scary and that I was a demon child, a freak. Many times I came home from the playground crying because of the names they called me and sometimes the older kids liked to beat me up for the fun of it. My mother would then tell me that she loved my eyes and that I was growing up to be more and more like my father everyday. She was proud of me so I decided that I didn’t care what the other kids thought.
When I turned seven, I noticed that my father started coming around less and less. My mother would cry more, and I would end up having to comfort her because he would cancel his visits. She started to drink a lot and I remember that when I would come home from school, I would often find her passed out on the floor with an empty bottle of sake nearby. Because of this, I ended up learning how to do everyday housework -- she couldn’t do it after all, being perpetually as wasted as she was. I’d end up having to dress and undress, her which is how I learned how to put on and take off a girl’s kimono so well. It was all she ever wore. I would have to cook our meals, buy groceries… essentially every chore that needed to be done. Thankfully, money wasn’t as issue with my father supporting us. She would do and say things to me, thinking I was my father. I let her, because she was my mother.
But I started to hate that man.
The Act of Misfortune. ☛ See Article 9, Section D.
I came home from school late one evening. I had gotten into a fight with some kids on the way home and I was bruised and bloody and I absolutely dreaded coming home because I knew what I was going to find there… I was wrong though.
It was a hundred times worse.
She wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room and her bedroom was empty. Worried, I searched the house and found her lying in the bathtub, kitchen knife in hand, in a pool of her own blood. My mother, who had slipped into a deep depression by this time, had finally gone off the deep end and slit her wrists. Thankfully, I called 911 just in time. She was in the ICU for a week but she was quickly transferred to mental institution. I remained at our home, though my father arranged for a caretaker to be placed in the home. Oh, did I make life hell for that woman. She quit after four days. The second one stayed longer because my father threatened to put me up for adoption.
I visited my mother every other day while she was in that horrible place. I can still remember the bandages she wore around her wrists and how pale she looked. Sometimes, she would go a bit crazy when she saw me and they had to hold her down and sedate her. I suppose that’s where my fear of needles comes from.
But one weekend afternoon, my father decided to bring me. Apparently, he wanted us to “spend some quality time with mother” and was going to take me shopping for something afterwards. Everything was going fine until the doctor came in to have a word with him, leaving the two of us alone. She stared at the door for a moment and turned to me.
“Let’s play a game, Tai,” she proposed, smiling. “Okay!” I quickly agreed, hoping to keep that smile on her face for as long as I could. “I’m going to show you how to float. Go bring that chair under the fan.”Excited (I didn’t know she could float), so as I did what she told me, she took the sheet and fashioned it into a rope. “Here darling,” she said, and got up from the bed. I watched as she climbed up onto the chair and motioned for the sheet rope. I observed with childish fascination as she tied the sheet to the fan then took the other end and tied it about her neck. “Now,” she told me playfully, “Go wait outside the door.” I frowned. That didn’t make sense. “Why?” “Because,” she told me, “This is magic. You have to go outside the door for the magic to work.” I thought for a moment. Yeah, I could buy that. As I turned to leave the room, she called out from behind me; “You must count to one hundred before you come back inside, those are the rules.” I hadn’t heard of these rules before, but she knew. Mother always knew things about magic. “Alright,” I said, and cast one last look behind me as I closed the door shut.
I sat on the bench outside in the hall as I counted -- slowly, I reminded myself, Mother said slowly -- and was on eighty-seven when my father returned with the doctor.
“What are you doing out here, Taiyou?” my father asked with a frown as he approached. He always called me that -- I hated when he used my full name. “Counting,” I told him, irritated that I’d now lost count. “It’s a game.” Alarmed, I jumped up as he moved to open the door. “No! Haha said to count to one-hundred--!!”
But it was already too late, and my father had swung the door wide open and stopped short. Behind him, I could see what had stopped him cold.
Mom was floating.
The Act of Suppression. ☛ See Article 10, Section B.
After my mother’s funeral, I had to come and live with my father at the main house. I was informed that since I was my father’s oldest and only son, I would have to one day take over the family business -- and I had a fiancé to boot. Needless to say, no one was pleased. I hated being there and so did everyone else. I had to endure countless hours on learning formal protocol of an upper class Japanese family. You know, like tea ceremonies, proper sitting positions… useless stuff that bored me to tears.
As far as how my presence was tolerated? Well, I was either treated with cold apathy, mild disdain or obvious animosity, which mostly stemmed from my father’s wife and my aunt, who had sons of her own and had been hoping that I would be conveniently forgotten about. The only one who didn’t seem to follow the trend was my youngest half-sister Sachie, who was only two and had no real concept of what was going on. Mioh, the older half-sister, was a brat. She loved getting me into trouble whenever she could -- she very rarely failed. I retaliated by irritating her endlessly (since I wouldn’t exactly physically maim her in that situation), but I have to say that it worked rather well because there was so many things that she didn’t like.
It was no surprise that my father was mysteriously absent most of the time. He hadn’t exactly been there when my mother was alive, why start now? I suspected he’d thrown himself into his work to distract himself from having to deal with trouble I caused at home and to save himself the torture of confronting his jealous wife about me. No doubt she relished in the idea of sending me away to a private boarding school, but too bad for her, we already had an all boy’s private academy in the city, so I wasn’t going anywhere.
In order to “prepare” me for my future academically, soon after my arrival I was taken out of public school (something that I didn’t have a problem with) and was enrolled into Daimon Gakuen, a prissy, private academy for boys (which was worse). They had a stuffy uniform, ultra strict rules, and teachers who thought I was stupid because I was at the bottom of my class. Once again, I was made fun of for my disability, and in retaliation, I beat the crap out of them. I managed not to get expelled (thanks to my father’s influence) but I was suspended on more than one occasion and had detentions on a fairly normal basis. And while this was a shameful situation for my family, they considered it even more embarrassing that their ten year old heir could barely write out his own name, much less read a short sentence.
Their first instinct of course, was to deny an possibility of it being anything other than my apparent hatred for school or that I was simply a delinquent troublemaker without the capacity for learning like other children. My great aunt, who refused to allow me to “tarnish” the Onizuka name any further, decided that I should be tested for learning disabilities -- that way, they could blame my mother’s genes for my illiteracy. As it were, they found I had a moderate case of dyslexia. And so, my special tutoring began. I was taken out of my normal language, social studies and history classes (I’m sure that my classmates and teachers were ecstatic) and pulled into an unused classroom to be taught by a specialist until my reading and writing was sufficiently improved.
That wasn’t until seventh grade that I was finally “cured” enough to return to normal classes, though I was still behind because of all the classes I’d missed. I would have had to stay back a year had my father not hired a private tutor to school me at home during the summer and winter breaks. Those days were absolute agony.
The Act of Release. ☛ See Article 15, Section D.
Throughout my final days of junior high and my first year in tenth grade, I was able to enjoy the freedom of sports. Until then, I was only able to enjoy such activities during gym class. I joined the track team, the baseball team and to my great surprise, I was recruited to join the judo club when I started tenth grade (by one of the guys I’d fought against my first day, ironically enough). Because I was a fast learner wherever reading and writing wasn‘t concerned, I turned my improvised street fighting into something more substantial. For the first time in my life it seemed, I gained a bit of respect and even found someone whom I might have been able to call a friend had things gone differently.
I didn’t learn until it was too late that Yuuto was just setting me up. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he had been carrying a grudge against me all that time, but for the first time in my life I’d let my guard down. It was a mistake I swore never to make again -- it was better to push everyone away, to lash out and hurt others before I got hurt myself.
It was winter break -- two days until my birthday -- and he called me and said he wanted to hang out. So, we planned to meet at an arcade nearby, then head over to his family’s temple where a snowball fight was supposed to happen. He told me I’d been recruited because I had killer aim and was an “ace-in-the-hole” player. That should have been my first clue. Anyway, I chose to overlook it because, well, despite the cold, it might prove interesting even though it was childish amusement. My wishful thinking shattered when we finally arrived. The half of the judo team was present -- and so were six other guys who I’d delivered retribution on. They were sniggering and looking at me in the kind of way you just know that they had been just talking about you.
I felt my gut clench painfully when I turned my head to look at Yuuto, and that b*****d was already staring at me with a smug smile on his face, just watching for my reaction.
“Don't look so surprised, Onizuka. Of all people, you should have seen this coming.”
And then he pulled back and punched me. I couldn’t even make myself move in an effort to dodge it. I landed in the cold snow, too stunned to really register the pain that enflamed my jaw. They closed in laughing, jeering, and tossing insults at me. They were cocky and unafraid because they outnumbered me. I felt the rage growing as I stared at the snow.
Bowing my head, I hid my expression from them, feeling raw and exposed. My hands fisted and shook slightly as I seethed. Bastards. You ******** bastards, I’ll kill you all -- I remember thinking, my breathing growing labored as my emotions flared and my anger skyrocketed. Someone pelted me with a snowball and raucous laughter sounded.
I could feel something shifting, changing in me. Warmth flooded me like a wave, power coiled within me then exploded. As though they felt the heat I was suddenly generating, they fell silent. My hair and loose clothing shifted with an unseen force and I heard the snow crunch as some of them took a step away from me. I could sense their fear, taste it even, and it empowered me. They were afraid. My lips pulled into a slow, crooked grin that bordered on deranged as I began to shake with violent, silent laughter. I heard them muttering, sounding amused and a bit concerned at my suddenly bizarre reaction. This is so worthless… I couldn’t hold it in any more and it ripped from my mouth, a high-pitched, almost strangled laugh that made them jump with its suddenness. My eyes were wide and the pupils contracted to pinpoints. I caught Yuuto in my gaze, causing him to freeze and stiffen like a field mouse sensing impending danger from above.
“What the hell…?” “-- the ******** is that?” “Unreal…” “He’s a ******** demon --”
Then, something in my mind snapped and I lost myself in the sensation of pure, overflowing power. I shot forward, racing towards him like a burning comet. Blood pounded in my ears, blotting out the distressed cry Yuuto released as I struck, beginning a destructive, fiery blitzkrieg that sent the cowards fleeing. I felt high, higher than any drug could ever get me, and I felt no pain as pummeled them, nor did I register the burns left by my own scourging flames. I could sense their fear, taste it even, and I reveled in it. I don’t really remember how long I was there, but when the sound came back and reality sunk back in, it was dark out and I was the only one in the clearing left untouched. Around me, trees were charred, there were odd burn marks on the ground (like bombs had gone off) and the snow had completely evaporated. Too dazed and exhausted to care, without thinking about the consequences, I left and returned home.
It was on the news the next morning: ASHIYA FAMILY SHRINE ATTACKED. Renowned Shinto shrine falls victim to arson. Heir slips into coma, eight severely burned and in critical condition, leaving two dead. Is this an attack on the Ashiya family?!
My blood ran cold as I listened to the newscaster report on the speculated arson case. I was on high alert, just waiting for the police to show up at the Onizuka estate and drag me off. But miraculously, days and then a week passed and nothing happened. Had they all been too traumatized to speak? None of them showed up for school either… No one had found out and I found myself wondering if the fire had been real at all. And just when I started to think I was in the clear, the letter arrived.
The Act of Ultimatum. ☛ See Article 16, Section A.
It look inconspicuous enough. I rarely received any kind of personal mail, so when the maid brought it to me, I was just as surprised as she was. It was over-embellished with gold lettering and a gaudy rose. Curiosity was what made me open it. At first I thought it might have been a love letter, but as I finally began to read the contents, I realized it was an invitation to join “The Academy of Roses.” I snorted at the name. Sounded like another straight-laced private school to me. I tossed the letter and the application included without a second thought -- I was already enrolled in one. But the school's committee seemed to have other ideas… I received over a dozen letter every day for the two following weeks. After the second one came, I didn't even bother opening them anymore.
Then, one Sunday afternoon, I was coming home from a quick trip to the convenience store. I was almost home when I noted two conspicuous figures standing at the corner and they seemed to be staring directly at me. They were dressed all in black -- right down to the black shades -- and I immediately thought they were with the government. With a burst of fear, the fire incident came rushing back with vivid clarity. Maybe they HAD found out I did it, I remember thinking, as panic gripped me. Picking up my pace, they stopped me as I attempted to cross the street and avoid them. We exchanged words (meaning I mostly swore at them and they informed me that they knew all about my unique ability and were willing to keep the "arson" incident under wraps if I complied with certain terms). Then, they left me with the warning that they would be back.
They never told me they’d also informed my father…
When I got back, he was livid like I’d never seen him. We argued, loudly, and in the end, I stalked to my room with pounding footsteps to pack my things. It was amazing that I didn’t blow anything up. I didn't go to school that Monday, because as they promised, the two figures in black were back the following morning to collect me (like they’d already known what the end result would be, the bastards). That marked the day I would start at the "Rose Academy", only I never realized just what I was really in for until it was too late…
let's focus ♠ a little bit on yourself 『 I’m a lost cause, not a hero. 』
»» likes °
㊋彡 soba noodles. Yum. I have them every year on my birthday.
㊋彡 my mother. The only person who has ever been important to me.
㊋彡 girl's kimonos. No, not for me to wear, ya fruitcake. It's just that my mother used to wear one a lot...
㊋彡 spicy foods. Like curry.
㊋彡 popsicles. They mean summer weather is here -- my favorite season. Plus, they're tasty.
㊋彡 sports. A good way to vent my frustrations without breaking someone's nose. Or jaw... on "purpose".
㊋彡 cats. They're self-sufficient (unlike dogs), clean, and they're last on a long list of irritating creatures.
»» dislikes °
㊌彡 winter weather. All you people who love the snow and s**t? YOU'RE ******** NUTS. It's not fun, it's misery.
㊌彡 my eye color. I used to get teased a lot because of them when I was a little kid…
㊌彡 graveyards. Aside from the creepy atmosphere, I don’t like being surrounded by a bunch of dead people.
㊌彡 arranged marriages. For obvious reasons.
㊌彡 authority. I don’t care what you say, rules were meant to be broken.
㊌彡 my family. Especially my father. I could try, but no words could ever express my undying hatred of that man.
㊌彡 feeling trapped. Like being stuck in this stupid school, for example.
㊌彡 school. The teachers, the homework, the stuck up pricks -- all of that s**t.
㊌彡 hospitals. That funky smell... all that white... needles... I'll passout, thanks.
»» weaknesses °
㊎彡 emotions. I let them get the best of me sometimes, which isn't a whole lot to begin with.
㊎彡 alcohol. I have an extremely low tolerance for it. I don't get violent. It's the exact opposite, actually...
㊎彡 needles. Again, the reasons should be obvious.
㊎彡 reading. You know -- because of my dyslexia.
㊎彡 losing my mind. I've seen true crazy first hand. I'm not really looking forward to experiencing it.
»» theme song °
《 ☊ 》 Shut Up and Explode ♫ boom boom satellites. 《 ☊ 》 Hikari to Kage ♫ shinji kuno. 《 ☊ 》 Velonica ♫ aqua timez. 《 ☊ 》 Ano hi Time Machine ♫ long shot party. 《 ☊ 》 Lost in Blue ♫ nightmare. 《 ☊ 》 Taiyou no Mannaka he ♫ bivattchee.
»» favorite colors °
who did what and what ♣ to you ?! 『 Never forget -- there is always a price to pay. 』
»» relationships °
【 royal angel 】
【 frozen black rose 】
【 scary smile sadist 】
【 flirt crazy trickster 】
【 sultry bookworm 】
【 bored slacker 】
【 bubbly stranger 】
【 nonchalant cutie 】
【 innocent little lamb 】
»» oh dearie me, it's °
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