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i dozed off with you in front of the mirror
with light crimson fingertips
Created on 2008-05-23 21:03:17 (#15678733), never updated
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Basic Info| Name: | Belphegor |
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PLAYER
NAME: Bakhu
PERSONAL LJ:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sumi_no_ekaki
EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): bakhudono@gmail.com / HaraiseSama (AIM)
CHARACTER
NAME: Belphegor
FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
CANON SYNOPSIS: Belphegor was born in a royal family with an older twin brother. However, when he was very young, he murdered his twin brother with his own hands. When asked why, he replied it was because he "mistook him for a cockroach." He had been working as an assassin for the mafia since he was young, becoming well-known for his marvelous skills and his lack of care for others' lives. He is also the Guardian of Storm from Varia.
He is known as the genius of the Varia, because he is indeed, a genius. But despite that, he has a very playful personality, though often coming off as cold and a bit too friendly at times, even creepy with that grin of his. He can threaten someone with that same smile, and be completely serious about it. He has an arrogant personality, expecting everyone to be below him, and if not, than he has the right to kill them.
ONORATA-VERSE BACKGROUND: Belphegor was born a prince. He and his older brother. THey were a happy pair, did everything together, the perfect little boys with their brushed blonde hair and their bright, pearly smiles. Their parents were so proud, the king and queen of such a small kingdom in somewhere far off. However, maybe he was just tired of them, or maybe he went a little crazy, but one day, Belphegor lunged at his older brother, stabbing him with a knife he found and digging his hands deep inside of him, squealing in delight at the crimson that coated his fingers. Unfortunately, his mother had walked in on him and of course, he had to take her down too -- after all, his mother was being nosy and this annoyed him so much. Father wasn't around so Belphegor wandered away from his palace, shirt coated in blood and crown crooked upon his head.
But perhaps it was lucky that his family had ties with the Vescovo. After all, they occasionally made deals, helped one another whether it be with money, or men, or anything of the sort. But he was a little boy, and did not care about those words of mafioso, or contabile, or corruption or whatever. And he barely spoke Italian because he paid no attention in his studies with his tutor.
So now he was wandering around by himself in towns, taking what he wanted because he was a prince and he could do just that. And there were whispers of who this foreign boy was, and why he looked the way he did, and sometimes he could hear word of what happened to his family, but it had been a long time ago that he didn't care, they were pests to him. Annoying pests that needed to be cleaned out. But it was rude to whisper about a prince. Unfortunately, he was confronted one day by a member of this Vescovo people, coaxing him with sweet words and temptations of princely things. He was a dirty, muddy boy with blood-stained nails and an eyeless face, head tilted upward and listening to their offer.
They knew his family, and they wanted to teach this good little prince, and after all, he was the head of his family now and they had obligations to this Mafioso. So he agreed, and they swept him away, giving him tutors to teach him Italian, and they would take his family's property and his money, but only because he didn't want it and real princes didn't need materialistic things like that.
And they raised him from age thirteen, and discovered what a strong, smart little boy he was, with his ability to see people's weaknesses, and his strong hands and amazing aim, and perhaps, that crazy desire to tear. He soon grew to be a proud member of the Mafioso, because he had impeccable skills with wires and knives, and was adorably cute with that big grin and lazy crown of his. He was a fine asset to the Vascovo organization, and the prince didn't mind because he got to do what he enjoyed, and sometimes they told him what to do but he only did it because he wanted to.
So now, sixteen, with many kills under his belt, he grew to be a fine member.
ALIGNMENT: Vascovo
RANK: Soldati
PLAYER
NAME: Bakhu
PERSONAL LJ:
sumi_no_ekakiEMAIL/MESSENGER(S): bakhudono@gmail.com / HaraiseSama (AIM)
CHARACTER
NAME: Belphegor
FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
CANON SYNOPSIS: Belphegor was born in a royal family with an older twin brother. However, when he was very young, he murdered his twin brother with his own hands. When asked why, he replied it was because he "mistook him for a cockroach." He had been working as an assassin for the mafia since he was young, becoming well-known for his marvelous skills and his lack of care for others' lives. He is also the Guardian of Storm from Varia.
He is known as the genius of the Varia, because he is indeed, a genius. But despite that, he has a very playful personality, though often coming off as cold and a bit too friendly at times, even creepy with that grin of his. He can threaten someone with that same smile, and be completely serious about it. He has an arrogant personality, expecting everyone to be below him, and if not, than he has the right to kill them.
ONORATA-VERSE BACKGROUND: Belphegor was born a prince. He and his older brother. THey were a happy pair, did everything together, the perfect little boys with their brushed blonde hair and their bright, pearly smiles. Their parents were so proud, the king and queen of such a small kingdom in somewhere far off. However, maybe he was just tired of them, or maybe he went a little crazy, but one day, Belphegor lunged at his older brother, stabbing him with a knife he found and digging his hands deep inside of him, squealing in delight at the crimson that coated his fingers. Unfortunately, his mother had walked in on him and of course, he had to take her down too -- after all, his mother was being nosy and this annoyed him so much. Father wasn't around so Belphegor wandered away from his palace, shirt coated in blood and crown crooked upon his head.
But perhaps it was lucky that his family had ties with the Vescovo. After all, they occasionally made deals, helped one another whether it be with money, or men, or anything of the sort. But he was a little boy, and did not care about those words of mafioso, or contabile, or corruption or whatever. And he barely spoke Italian because he paid no attention in his studies with his tutor.
So now he was wandering around by himself in towns, taking what he wanted because he was a prince and he could do just that. And there were whispers of who this foreign boy was, and why he looked the way he did, and sometimes he could hear word of what happened to his family, but it had been a long time ago that he didn't care, they were pests to him. Annoying pests that needed to be cleaned out. But it was rude to whisper about a prince. Unfortunately, he was confronted one day by a member of this Vescovo people, coaxing him with sweet words and temptations of princely things. He was a dirty, muddy boy with blood-stained nails and an eyeless face, head tilted upward and listening to their offer.
They knew his family, and they wanted to teach this good little prince, and after all, he was the head of his family now and they had obligations to this Mafioso. So he agreed, and they swept him away, giving him tutors to teach him Italian, and they would take his family's property and his money, but only because he didn't want it and real princes didn't need materialistic things like that.
And they raised him from age thirteen, and discovered what a strong, smart little boy he was, with his ability to see people's weaknesses, and his strong hands and amazing aim, and perhaps, that crazy desire to tear. He soon grew to be a proud member of the Mafioso, because he had impeccable skills with wires and knives, and was adorably cute with that big grin and lazy crown of his. He was a fine asset to the Vascovo organization, and the prince didn't mind because he got to do what he enjoyed, and sometimes they told him what to do but he only did it because he wanted to.
So now, sixteen, with many kills under his belt, he grew to be a fine member.
ALIGNMENT: Vascovo
RANK: Soldati
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