Post by Lila Red on Mar 4, 2016 21:28:40 GMT -6
Name: Hideki Hiruma ( In Japanese order: Hiruma Hideki )
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Gang member/leader
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Hideki stands at an even 6’0, lean and weighing in at about 175. Don’t be fooled, however, by his thinness. From years of training and fighting he is quite muscled, though not overly so. He has the build you’d expect from a martial artists, though his shoulders are a bit more narrow. He is of Japanese descent with black eyes and hair with oddly fox-faced features, closely resembling one when he closes his eyes, he thinks this is an affect of his stand. He is careful to keep himself clean and neat, hair always sleek and neat, and clothing always on point. Hideki parts his hair to the left and styles it with gel to give it an angular look, a slight curve at the ends. In length, his bangs can reach his chin and the rest reaches to the base of his neck and is usually tucked behind his ears.
Given his chosen lifestyle, it’s impossible for him not to have a scar or two. A large one can be find across his back from shoulder to hip, precise and clean as it was from a blade, and another can be found carving up his left calf from ankle to knee, another bad run in with a pocket knife. The most striking one, however, is on his throat. From his collarbone, it slashes upwards and slightly left cleanly until the end where it grows jagged, and stops at the edge of his jaw. However, if there is a feature on him you never want to see, it’s the tattoo on his left palm. A dark red fox head with slanted eyes with a 9 on its forehead, located under his thumb on the edge of his palm. This identifies him as the leader of the gang known as the “Nine Tails”, with Hideki’s title “The Manhattan Street Kitsune” Written in katakana above the tattoo.
Clothing Appearance: One thing you will never find Hideki without is his black leather jacket, always kept in good condition, as if it were just bought, and a loose white tank top underneath for easy movement. His pants of choice are a pair of black loose denim jeans, the legs becoming loose after his knees and long enough to cover his shoes to the ankle, the back edge of the jeans torn and scuffed from wear and tear. A small metal chain hangs from the right pocket and a black belt with a silver buckle makes sure his pants stay on. Not to mention the belt adds a bit of a nice flare, which Hideki appreciates. A pair of black ankle boots accompany will always be found on his feet, carefully polished with a shining metal strip on the front edge and two small but sharp spikes on the heel pointing out. Whenever he feels like intimidating someone in an alleyway, he’ll add metal plates to the bottom of the heels.
Lastly, to keep from leaving fingerprints and to hide his tattoo, he wears a set of black gloves. You can tell the embroidered gray rose on the back meant them for a woman, but they were a gift from his girlfriend so he wears them with pride. But…occasionally, and you better hope to god you never see this, he will wear a traditional Kitsune mask to hide his face. If you see that mask….you better hope you bleed out quickly.
Personality: Hideki is, despite what others might tell you, a rather decent human being when you first meet him. Always keeps his manners about him, willing to help if it is needed, the boy who will offer his seat on a train to a woman without hesitation, holds the door open for the one behind him, and help a stressed mother calm a crying child. That isn’t to say, however, that the woman he gave his seat to on the train won’t have her picture on the newspaper next month with the title “WOMAN’S MUTILATED CORPSE FOUND IN DUMPSTER” in bold above it. He may be polite, but he is in no way kind nor caring, nor does he have any morals.
As stated prior, Hideki is a quite person. He does not frequently voice his thoughts or opinions, and will never speak his wants or needs. He is a very self reliant person, though that isn’t to say he will turn away help when it is needed, and prefers to take his burdens on his own shoulders rather than share them with others, which might have attributed to his fall to villainy. He also seems to be quite the thinker. Often times observing such things such as a leaf on a tree or a butterfly in the breeze and think about its place in the world, the simple beauty in them and how odd it is that he hadn’t noticed them earlier. Hideki is also a believer of Wabi-Sabi, the art of finding simple perfection and beauty in imperfect things. Sadly, Hideki is prone to having sadistic thoughts. Often times he’ll sit and think about things such as the fear he can cause in people, how their expressions can twist into so many different mixtures of emotion depending on what he does, how long it might take a person to die if he introduced food coloring into their system, and how the time might change depending on the adrenaline and heart rate and if the person was a man or woman and perhaps that he could do a quick study on that should he have time over the next month. He loves fear, he loves the human mind and how complex it can be, how many different ways there are to break and morph it. One wouldn’t be too far off to say he was even addicted to it. He just wants to know, and this hunger to know drives him to the boundaries and farther to satisfy his curiosity. Humans are just so wonderfully complex, it’s a puzzle he never gets tired of piecing together.
This reveals another side of his personality, which most wish he hadn’t have ever achieved, and that is his implacability. You can run, but he’ll be behind you. You can hide, but he’ll eventually find you. You can lock the windows, barricade the door, hide in someplace secret, but he will always find you. You can shoot him, cut him, beat him, kick him around, but all that will do is slow him down. Eventually, he will get what he wants, even if it takes a day, a month, or a year or more. Nothing you do will phase him, he will keep coming for you, you just won’t know when. Same thing with any goal he sets his mind onto, no matter the obstacle in his way, he will find a way around it. When combined with his tendency for sadistic thoughts and practices, this is not someone you wish to meet on a street corner at night, no matter how polite he may be.
Yet, if there was ever one exception to any of this, it is the light of his life, a Ms. Marianne Schneider. Around her he seems as normal as any doting boyfriend, smiling and bright as he wraps an arm around her and laughs at one of her sarcastic remarks. It is her that draws what shreds of light he has in him, tempting him to return to the once innocent boy he was, abandon the dark in which he’s thrived in and accepted into the depths of his heart, his anchor which keeps him from sinking even further into sin. Around her he is happy, optimistic, gentle and caring, a bit chatty even. Even the most tempting of his sadistic thoughts and fantasies can’t plague his mind when her smile is in sight. This strong and blinding love he feels for her is truly something rare and amazing, a blooming rose in a wasteland…but every rose has its thorns. He is rather possessive and protective of her, you see. Flirt with her and you are likely to spend the rest of your days in a cold, dark room with no one but the voices in your head to keep you company. So much as harm a hair on her head and you will lose your own. But, he knows she would never approve of such things when she feels she is part of the cause for it, so you will find yourself spared if she is the one to calm his wrath. Be on your feet, however, for he will be watching you.
Weapons/Tools: His stand when he feels like it, other than that he carries a pistol on the inside pocket of his jacket, an old butterfly knife strapped to his left calf and hidden under his pant leg, and if he’s prepared and planned to attack you, he will use his favorite katana or a chain with barbs attached to every other link on them. The katana has a special gift wrapped around its black handle: A little red fox charm Marianne had given him for their one-year anniversary, hanging on a red rope and tied firmly around the hilt.
Skills:
Martial Arts: He’s been trained in various different forms, though he’s best in drunken monkey and tall monkey forms of Kung Fu. He’s skilled in boxing with some experience as well in a bit of Tae Kwon Do, but not as much experience as he’s had in Kung Fu.
Katana: This is a weapon he’s been using for a long time, it’s his best one and he’s deadly with it. Extremely precise with his cuts, how he learned this is a bit of a disturbing tale and best left untold.
Body Language: Due to his “studies”, he’s rather skilled at reading people and from this is able to predict how they will react or move, giving him a bit of an advantage over his opponent at times.
Mind Games: One of his favorite things to do, try not to fall for them. Those who have are never the same after.
Enemy Stand: Okami
Quotes: “Fate plays with us, should we accept the challenge?” “If you run, it’ll only make me want to chase you.” “….” “Your eyes are dead, yet you still breathe. Have you given up?” “Come on, my mask can’t be that scary.” “It’s almost been two years, what would make a better date? Picnic? Movie? Or maybe I’m over-thinking it…?”
Their Goal: Simply to learn all he can about the human mind, question it, warp it, change the way we see it. While he’s at it, boosting his gangs bloody reputation and expanding their territory sounds like a fine idea. Expose the mortality of man, how truly fragile he is, show the ever so fake world we all live in and the truth behind it all. Rip the rug from under everyone as they realize that their world was all a lie. While he’s doing that, perhaps he could muster up the courage to one day ask Marianne to marry him.
Their Secret: He sings in the shower. He’s actually not that bad, but he’ll never tell anyone. He secretly likes J-Pop, too.
Weaknesses: Marianne. If you have her, he will go mad with trying to get her back. Kill her….he might just kill himself, or worse, go mad. His fighting style is also not the strongest, as he’s built more for speed rather than brute strength, and because it is more focused on speed, he may tire out quicker than his opponent if he isn’t careful about how he fights them. Most of his weapons are close range, with the exception being his pistol, and so he can have trouble fighting a long-range opponent.
Strengths: His implacability is definitely one, he won’t stop until his goal is reached, no matter what is thrown at him. His training in various types of fighting styles as well as his knowledge on how to read body language and fast reaction times along with his sense of spatial awareness and precision. No morals hold Hideki back, he is never one to hesitate and will go through with an action without any regret or guilt afterwards. He seems to know quite a bit about the human body and mind as well, from less than savory sources and experiences. His gang as well will back him up if he needs help, along with any allies he and his gang have made. They’ve also got quite a bit of blackmail on some very important people, should they ever have a use for it. His experience in fighting and using his stand come in handy as well.
Bio: Born in the hustle and bustle world of Tokyo, Hideki had a fast paced life. His mother was a very strict business woman, often too busy to stay home with her family, and when she did, she was usually very stressed out or still taking calls from the office. His father was very much the opposite of his mother, being a very calm and down to earth man who worked a simple job drawing manga and always seemed very relaxed. Hideki’s older brother seemed a mix of both parents, but his optimism was all his own and Hideki very much looked up to him. They were close siblings, only two years apart, and often spent time goofing off in their childhood and studying for school as they got older.
It was a normal and even paced life, Hideki was enrolled in school and had started taking kung fu lessons when he was 4, and during breaks his father would organize family trips to rural areas for some bonding and relaxation. Here he would take long walks with the brothers, having deep philosophical talks with them, sharing his views on the world and people, and showing them the majesty of nature and just how little they were in this great big world of theirs. It was during these little trips that Hideki and his brother had wandered across a fox in a field, the two quickly slouching down and observing it for a solid five minutes before it wandered off. Hideki himself hadn’t been very intrigued with the animal, but his brother had absolutely fallen in love with it. From the pointed features to the bushy tail, the wise look in their eyes, he’d talk about them nonstop. Hideki liked that about his brother, how he was so passionate about something, and so he strove to find something he as well could be passionate about. So it was, at the age of 8, he took up an interest in people. All the different thoughts they had, how they acted, how they grew and looked, everything. Of course his family supported this and would frequently get him books on the subject, and Hideki would all bout devour the books in no time. It was nice. Life, however, is a cruel thing.
He remembered he was 9, and it had been about four months and three weeks since his brother had gone missing. He’d been sent out to get groceries one day and just…hadn’t come back. Mother was in ruin, father rarely smiled anymore, and Hideki found himself going into his brothers room more and more often to look through his journals. It was a quiet night, he had been watching the news, mother crying in the background and father doing nothing to comfort her as he vacantly stared out a window. Hideki couldn’t pay attention to them, all he could focus on was the picture of his brother on the screen as the news man talked about the tragic death and how the boy had been found mutilated in an abandoned apartment room. Try as he might, Hideki couldn’t take his eyes off that picture, just as he couldn’t stop the tears as he realized how pretty foxes really were.
After that, things were never the same. Mother was paranoid, father rarely spoke, and Hideki noticed something weird about himself. Every now and then, he’d noticed a little fox tail sprouting from his back. It wasn’t a dream, he could move it and feel it. Strange things would happen whenever it came out, too. Every time it came, his face would change a bit, slightly, but noticeable over time as it happened more and more. His parents took notice and things quickly went down hill. His mother was convinced she was going insane, his father had no explanation and could feel a sense of fear growing in him as well. It steadily got worse and worse until it reached a boiling point and his parents had to split, with mother staying in Japan and Hideki and his father moving to NYC. The two had drifted and rarely spoke, Hideki had to pick up English on his own with help from teachers at school, and because his father could no longer look at him without remembering his oldest son, Hideki was on his own. That didn’t work out very well.
He knew nothing about America and the culture, he was lost and easily taken advantage of. A group of teens took the then 11 year olds confusion to their advantage and tricked him into becoming a delivery boy for their gang. Hideki’s cargo usually consisted of drugs, weapons, and messages. He learned to toughen up quick. You don’t speak out of turn, you lay low, and you got to make yourself scary. If the other guy isn’t afraid of you, chances are you’re going to get beat bad. He took up boxing lessons from one of the other gang members who had pitied him, learned, grew up as fast as he could. There were more than a few fights where he had gotten pulled in, in each one he would observe the people around him. How they looked, how they moved, what they said, and most of all how they would react. This sparked again his passion for the human mind, set it aflame again. He used the gang members around him to study, the people on the street, he’d become the quiet one no one could quite understand. As this was happening, his stand began to show itself more and more as he indulged himself in his passion, he began to use it in fights, scaring his opponents with its unseen power. Soon enough he was rising in the ranks as he made himself known, and, when the time came, he challenged the leader for his spot. It wasn’t an easy fight, but he’d done it, and at 18 renamed the gang and earned his nickname.
From there, things got worse. He began to indulge his passion a little bit more in his spare time, kidnapping people and using them as specimens, lab-rats if you will. Each experiment got crueler and crueler as he went, going from just mind games using his stand to physical studies. As you can imagine, he wanted to take credit and decided to use this to make his gang more prominent. Whenever his little lab-rats died, he would mark them with the gangs symbol and dump them where he knew they would be found, the bags they were found in having his nickname written across it in bold. They were all over the news, whispered about in shops, feared. It was an amazing time! Then he met Marianne.
There’s not much to their story. She was kidnapped just as all of the others were and put in a chamber sealed off from the world. The only difference was that she seemed interested in him. It turns out Marianne shared his passion, albeit in a less disturbing way, and would skirt around his experiments and questions to ask some of her own. She shared his curiosity, understood it, even accepted it. Whether it was her just tricking him so she could avoid torture or genuine interest, Hideki didn’t really care. He took the time to talk to her and found that she was a rather interesting human being. Not quite like the others, no, much more…alluring. Of course it wasn’t love right off the bat, but it was a beginning. He kept her longer than they usually lasted and by the time he released her about five to six months later, they’d agreed to meet under better circumstances. Call it a case of Stockholm Syndrome on Marianne’s part. The girl plagued his mind and eventually he did realize what it was that he felt for her. Two years after their first encounter, he had asked her on a date. She agreed. They’ve been happily dating since he was 20, and now at 22, he’s rather glad with where he is.
(I tried )
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Gang member/leader
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Hideki stands at an even 6’0, lean and weighing in at about 175. Don’t be fooled, however, by his thinness. From years of training and fighting he is quite muscled, though not overly so. He has the build you’d expect from a martial artists, though his shoulders are a bit more narrow. He is of Japanese descent with black eyes and hair with oddly fox-faced features, closely resembling one when he closes his eyes, he thinks this is an affect of his stand. He is careful to keep himself clean and neat, hair always sleek and neat, and clothing always on point. Hideki parts his hair to the left and styles it with gel to give it an angular look, a slight curve at the ends. In length, his bangs can reach his chin and the rest reaches to the base of his neck and is usually tucked behind his ears.
Given his chosen lifestyle, it’s impossible for him not to have a scar or two. A large one can be find across his back from shoulder to hip, precise and clean as it was from a blade, and another can be found carving up his left calf from ankle to knee, another bad run in with a pocket knife. The most striking one, however, is on his throat. From his collarbone, it slashes upwards and slightly left cleanly until the end where it grows jagged, and stops at the edge of his jaw. However, if there is a feature on him you never want to see, it’s the tattoo on his left palm. A dark red fox head with slanted eyes with a 9 on its forehead, located under his thumb on the edge of his palm. This identifies him as the leader of the gang known as the “Nine Tails”, with Hideki’s title “The Manhattan Street Kitsune” Written in katakana above the tattoo.
Clothing Appearance: One thing you will never find Hideki without is his black leather jacket, always kept in good condition, as if it were just bought, and a loose white tank top underneath for easy movement. His pants of choice are a pair of black loose denim jeans, the legs becoming loose after his knees and long enough to cover his shoes to the ankle, the back edge of the jeans torn and scuffed from wear and tear. A small metal chain hangs from the right pocket and a black belt with a silver buckle makes sure his pants stay on. Not to mention the belt adds a bit of a nice flare, which Hideki appreciates. A pair of black ankle boots accompany will always be found on his feet, carefully polished with a shining metal strip on the front edge and two small but sharp spikes on the heel pointing out. Whenever he feels like intimidating someone in an alleyway, he’ll add metal plates to the bottom of the heels.
Lastly, to keep from leaving fingerprints and to hide his tattoo, he wears a set of black gloves. You can tell the embroidered gray rose on the back meant them for a woman, but they were a gift from his girlfriend so he wears them with pride. But…occasionally, and you better hope to god you never see this, he will wear a traditional Kitsune mask to hide his face. If you see that mask….you better hope you bleed out quickly.
Personality: Hideki is, despite what others might tell you, a rather decent human being when you first meet him. Always keeps his manners about him, willing to help if it is needed, the boy who will offer his seat on a train to a woman without hesitation, holds the door open for the one behind him, and help a stressed mother calm a crying child. That isn’t to say, however, that the woman he gave his seat to on the train won’t have her picture on the newspaper next month with the title “WOMAN’S MUTILATED CORPSE FOUND IN DUMPSTER” in bold above it. He may be polite, but he is in no way kind nor caring, nor does he have any morals.
As stated prior, Hideki is a quite person. He does not frequently voice his thoughts or opinions, and will never speak his wants or needs. He is a very self reliant person, though that isn’t to say he will turn away help when it is needed, and prefers to take his burdens on his own shoulders rather than share them with others, which might have attributed to his fall to villainy. He also seems to be quite the thinker. Often times observing such things such as a leaf on a tree or a butterfly in the breeze and think about its place in the world, the simple beauty in them and how odd it is that he hadn’t noticed them earlier. Hideki is also a believer of Wabi-Sabi, the art of finding simple perfection and beauty in imperfect things. Sadly, Hideki is prone to having sadistic thoughts. Often times he’ll sit and think about things such as the fear he can cause in people, how their expressions can twist into so many different mixtures of emotion depending on what he does, how long it might take a person to die if he introduced food coloring into their system, and how the time might change depending on the adrenaline and heart rate and if the person was a man or woman and perhaps that he could do a quick study on that should he have time over the next month. He loves fear, he loves the human mind and how complex it can be, how many different ways there are to break and morph it. One wouldn’t be too far off to say he was even addicted to it. He just wants to know, and this hunger to know drives him to the boundaries and farther to satisfy his curiosity. Humans are just so wonderfully complex, it’s a puzzle he never gets tired of piecing together.
This reveals another side of his personality, which most wish he hadn’t have ever achieved, and that is his implacability. You can run, but he’ll be behind you. You can hide, but he’ll eventually find you. You can lock the windows, barricade the door, hide in someplace secret, but he will always find you. You can shoot him, cut him, beat him, kick him around, but all that will do is slow him down. Eventually, he will get what he wants, even if it takes a day, a month, or a year or more. Nothing you do will phase him, he will keep coming for you, you just won’t know when. Same thing with any goal he sets his mind onto, no matter the obstacle in his way, he will find a way around it. When combined with his tendency for sadistic thoughts and practices, this is not someone you wish to meet on a street corner at night, no matter how polite he may be.
Yet, if there was ever one exception to any of this, it is the light of his life, a Ms. Marianne Schneider. Around her he seems as normal as any doting boyfriend, smiling and bright as he wraps an arm around her and laughs at one of her sarcastic remarks. It is her that draws what shreds of light he has in him, tempting him to return to the once innocent boy he was, abandon the dark in which he’s thrived in and accepted into the depths of his heart, his anchor which keeps him from sinking even further into sin. Around her he is happy, optimistic, gentle and caring, a bit chatty even. Even the most tempting of his sadistic thoughts and fantasies can’t plague his mind when her smile is in sight. This strong and blinding love he feels for her is truly something rare and amazing, a blooming rose in a wasteland…but every rose has its thorns. He is rather possessive and protective of her, you see. Flirt with her and you are likely to spend the rest of your days in a cold, dark room with no one but the voices in your head to keep you company. So much as harm a hair on her head and you will lose your own. But, he knows she would never approve of such things when she feels she is part of the cause for it, so you will find yourself spared if she is the one to calm his wrath. Be on your feet, however, for he will be watching you.
Weapons/Tools: His stand when he feels like it, other than that he carries a pistol on the inside pocket of his jacket, an old butterfly knife strapped to his left calf and hidden under his pant leg, and if he’s prepared and planned to attack you, he will use his favorite katana or a chain with barbs attached to every other link on them. The katana has a special gift wrapped around its black handle: A little red fox charm Marianne had given him for their one-year anniversary, hanging on a red rope and tied firmly around the hilt.
Skills:
Martial Arts: He’s been trained in various different forms, though he’s best in drunken monkey and tall monkey forms of Kung Fu. He’s skilled in boxing with some experience as well in a bit of Tae Kwon Do, but not as much experience as he’s had in Kung Fu.
Katana: This is a weapon he’s been using for a long time, it’s his best one and he’s deadly with it. Extremely precise with his cuts, how he learned this is a bit of a disturbing tale and best left untold.
Body Language: Due to his “studies”, he’s rather skilled at reading people and from this is able to predict how they will react or move, giving him a bit of an advantage over his opponent at times.
Mind Games: One of his favorite things to do, try not to fall for them. Those who have are never the same after.
Enemy Stand: Okami
Quotes: “Fate plays with us, should we accept the challenge?” “If you run, it’ll only make me want to chase you.” “….” “Your eyes are dead, yet you still breathe. Have you given up?” “Come on, my mask can’t be that scary.” “It’s almost been two years, what would make a better date? Picnic? Movie? Or maybe I’m over-thinking it…?”
Their Goal: Simply to learn all he can about the human mind, question it, warp it, change the way we see it. While he’s at it, boosting his gangs bloody reputation and expanding their territory sounds like a fine idea. Expose the mortality of man, how truly fragile he is, show the ever so fake world we all live in and the truth behind it all. Rip the rug from under everyone as they realize that their world was all a lie. While he’s doing that, perhaps he could muster up the courage to one day ask Marianne to marry him.
Their Secret: He sings in the shower. He’s actually not that bad, but he’ll never tell anyone. He secretly likes J-Pop, too.
Weaknesses: Marianne. If you have her, he will go mad with trying to get her back. Kill her….he might just kill himself, or worse, go mad. His fighting style is also not the strongest, as he’s built more for speed rather than brute strength, and because it is more focused on speed, he may tire out quicker than his opponent if he isn’t careful about how he fights them. Most of his weapons are close range, with the exception being his pistol, and so he can have trouble fighting a long-range opponent.
Strengths: His implacability is definitely one, he won’t stop until his goal is reached, no matter what is thrown at him. His training in various types of fighting styles as well as his knowledge on how to read body language and fast reaction times along with his sense of spatial awareness and precision. No morals hold Hideki back, he is never one to hesitate and will go through with an action without any regret or guilt afterwards. He seems to know quite a bit about the human body and mind as well, from less than savory sources and experiences. His gang as well will back him up if he needs help, along with any allies he and his gang have made. They’ve also got quite a bit of blackmail on some very important people, should they ever have a use for it. His experience in fighting and using his stand come in handy as well.
Bio: Born in the hustle and bustle world of Tokyo, Hideki had a fast paced life. His mother was a very strict business woman, often too busy to stay home with her family, and when she did, she was usually very stressed out or still taking calls from the office. His father was very much the opposite of his mother, being a very calm and down to earth man who worked a simple job drawing manga and always seemed very relaxed. Hideki’s older brother seemed a mix of both parents, but his optimism was all his own and Hideki very much looked up to him. They were close siblings, only two years apart, and often spent time goofing off in their childhood and studying for school as they got older.
It was a normal and even paced life, Hideki was enrolled in school and had started taking kung fu lessons when he was 4, and during breaks his father would organize family trips to rural areas for some bonding and relaxation. Here he would take long walks with the brothers, having deep philosophical talks with them, sharing his views on the world and people, and showing them the majesty of nature and just how little they were in this great big world of theirs. It was during these little trips that Hideki and his brother had wandered across a fox in a field, the two quickly slouching down and observing it for a solid five minutes before it wandered off. Hideki himself hadn’t been very intrigued with the animal, but his brother had absolutely fallen in love with it. From the pointed features to the bushy tail, the wise look in their eyes, he’d talk about them nonstop. Hideki liked that about his brother, how he was so passionate about something, and so he strove to find something he as well could be passionate about. So it was, at the age of 8, he took up an interest in people. All the different thoughts they had, how they acted, how they grew and looked, everything. Of course his family supported this and would frequently get him books on the subject, and Hideki would all bout devour the books in no time. It was nice. Life, however, is a cruel thing.
He remembered he was 9, and it had been about four months and three weeks since his brother had gone missing. He’d been sent out to get groceries one day and just…hadn’t come back. Mother was in ruin, father rarely smiled anymore, and Hideki found himself going into his brothers room more and more often to look through his journals. It was a quiet night, he had been watching the news, mother crying in the background and father doing nothing to comfort her as he vacantly stared out a window. Hideki couldn’t pay attention to them, all he could focus on was the picture of his brother on the screen as the news man talked about the tragic death and how the boy had been found mutilated in an abandoned apartment room. Try as he might, Hideki couldn’t take his eyes off that picture, just as he couldn’t stop the tears as he realized how pretty foxes really were.
After that, things were never the same. Mother was paranoid, father rarely spoke, and Hideki noticed something weird about himself. Every now and then, he’d noticed a little fox tail sprouting from his back. It wasn’t a dream, he could move it and feel it. Strange things would happen whenever it came out, too. Every time it came, his face would change a bit, slightly, but noticeable over time as it happened more and more. His parents took notice and things quickly went down hill. His mother was convinced she was going insane, his father had no explanation and could feel a sense of fear growing in him as well. It steadily got worse and worse until it reached a boiling point and his parents had to split, with mother staying in Japan and Hideki and his father moving to NYC. The two had drifted and rarely spoke, Hideki had to pick up English on his own with help from teachers at school, and because his father could no longer look at him without remembering his oldest son, Hideki was on his own. That didn’t work out very well.
He knew nothing about America and the culture, he was lost and easily taken advantage of. A group of teens took the then 11 year olds confusion to their advantage and tricked him into becoming a delivery boy for their gang. Hideki’s cargo usually consisted of drugs, weapons, and messages. He learned to toughen up quick. You don’t speak out of turn, you lay low, and you got to make yourself scary. If the other guy isn’t afraid of you, chances are you’re going to get beat bad. He took up boxing lessons from one of the other gang members who had pitied him, learned, grew up as fast as he could. There were more than a few fights where he had gotten pulled in, in each one he would observe the people around him. How they looked, how they moved, what they said, and most of all how they would react. This sparked again his passion for the human mind, set it aflame again. He used the gang members around him to study, the people on the street, he’d become the quiet one no one could quite understand. As this was happening, his stand began to show itself more and more as he indulged himself in his passion, he began to use it in fights, scaring his opponents with its unseen power. Soon enough he was rising in the ranks as he made himself known, and, when the time came, he challenged the leader for his spot. It wasn’t an easy fight, but he’d done it, and at 18 renamed the gang and earned his nickname.
From there, things got worse. He began to indulge his passion a little bit more in his spare time, kidnapping people and using them as specimens, lab-rats if you will. Each experiment got crueler and crueler as he went, going from just mind games using his stand to physical studies. As you can imagine, he wanted to take credit and decided to use this to make his gang more prominent. Whenever his little lab-rats died, he would mark them with the gangs symbol and dump them where he knew they would be found, the bags they were found in having his nickname written across it in bold. They were all over the news, whispered about in shops, feared. It was an amazing time! Then he met Marianne.
There’s not much to their story. She was kidnapped just as all of the others were and put in a chamber sealed off from the world. The only difference was that she seemed interested in him. It turns out Marianne shared his passion, albeit in a less disturbing way, and would skirt around his experiments and questions to ask some of her own. She shared his curiosity, understood it, even accepted it. Whether it was her just tricking him so she could avoid torture or genuine interest, Hideki didn’t really care. He took the time to talk to her and found that she was a rather interesting human being. Not quite like the others, no, much more…alluring. Of course it wasn’t love right off the bat, but it was a beginning. He kept her longer than they usually lasted and by the time he released her about five to six months later, they’d agreed to meet under better circumstances. Call it a case of Stockholm Syndrome on Marianne’s part. The girl plagued his mind and eventually he did realize what it was that he felt for her. Two years after their first encounter, he had asked her on a date. She agreed. They’ve been happily dating since he was 20, and now at 22, he’s rather glad with where he is.
(I tried )