Ability ........ Texture Surprise [once a day]
Apartment .......................................... R-4
Occupation .......................... Assassin/Spy
Rank ............................................ Citizen
Weapon ............................ Go Fish Cards
We kissed by accident:
[] continue kissing
[] smile
[] awkward
[] walk away
[] be like wtf
[] kiss you back
If you hugged me:
[] hug you back
[] let you
[] hug you heaps more
[] push you away
Would I date you?
[] yes
[] no
[] maybe
[] probably
[] already have
You should:
[] text me
[] get in my bed now
[] talk to me more
[] come see me
[] leave me alone!
[Tough character for all these questions.
5. Give one headcanon l have about my character(s).
Hisoka has a huge sweet tooth. [Both his skills are apparently named after ‘candies’] He always carries around various sweets on his person.
9. If my character were to be given a haircut by me, what would I do?
Um… Nothing… Other than take away his hair gel so he has to wear it down all the time. His hair is sexy and perfect. Though, I do prefer it down than up.
11. What is character’s biggest secret?
Um… His biggest secret? Everything. Hisoka isn’t about opening up and sharing information about himself. I don’t even know half the ‘secrets’ he keeps, let alone what his biggest one is. [PS: It’s in the name: Hisoka means secret~]
15. What RPer secretly wants character to do.
Too many things! Way too many things. I want to kill him, I want him to kill lots of people. [Actually in rp and not just random people on the street.] I want to show his ‘softer’ side… A lot of things.]
(Source: technologictestified)
Yamada decided immediately that she needed a protector. Someone to watch over her. She had no skill at all to speak of, and certainly no idea about good and evil. She liked good things mostly, so she supposed that would be the most obvious side she would go for, but in all honesty she simply wanted protection overall. It didn’t matter the side, she decided promptly, as she hovered near her apartment window in search of an entity that was stronger than she.
Aoi had to face facts. She was small. More so, she was dependent. She most definitely knew that she could not survive in these suddenly engineered circumstances alone. Drawing in a breath, she watched the emotionless, vague monsters-things roam about the streets. They were frightening. They made her want to cry.
But she could not cry! She told herself. As carefully as she could, she crept down the stairs of her apartment, and down onto the little entryway. Hopefully someone—anyone— would be around. And hopefully they would be strong. She needed someone very strong to do this job, the job of protecting her. She would even take it upon herself to look after herself, so long as she had someone defending her. She needed to make a friend, and fast, otherwise things were looking bleak.
Sniffling at the thought that she mightn’t be around much longer, she peeked out the door and raised her voice a bit.
“Could anyone help me?” she asked, but her voice was slurred over with a flurry of tears she hadn’t been expecting. She always cried like this, she realized, when put into any difficult situation.
“Hey, could someone please help me?” she called again, this time wiping at her face and asking more strongly— though, not very loudly, as she was worried to draw the attention of one of those things. “Please?”
Manners were manners, and if they would help her cause, she would most certainly use them. At this point, Yamada was sure she would do just about anything to be able to call someone her ally.
Hisoka was rarely if ever moved by a child’s tears. Normally he would just kill them all the same. Especially with most of the surprisingly skilled children he met in his world. But this one didn’t look entertaining at all. In fact she looked quite pathetic, and although he knew she would get in the way, and probably have her innocent mind stained by the sights that would be seen during this little game the scientists set up, he still moved over to her.
Nothing showed on his expression except boredom “Wouldn’t it be safer for you to stay inside?” He asked with a short yawn. Why did she want to come out? Shouldn’t she hide in her bedroom, he doubted anyone would kill the child if she just stayed safe and sound in her room.
Oh well, it wasn’t his place to judge the child. “If you don’t get in my way you can come along with me.” He told her with a bored shrug. That was a pretty big ‘if’. He didn’t want the child to get in the way of him killing people. Let alone get herself caught up in one of the actual fights. “How does that sound?” He asked raising an eyebrow slightly. The amber eyes continued to study her closely trying to figure out if she was up to something. She didn’t seem like she had any thing in mind… Oh well, he would kill her if she did get in his way or was anything more than the innocent child he assumed she was.
