Post by Kento Waffles on Nov 26, 2011 0:36:27 GMT -5
Kento Sasaki. Age sixteen. Five feet six inches. About one hundred and twenty five pounds. Hair color white. Hair style questionable. This student of Karakura Public High School was known for many things. A sophomore, but already Captain of the fencing team in Karakura High. A hesitant kid, overly polite and nice, with social skills that were usually good, but had a hard time when intimidated or feeling awkward. It was late at night when his misfortunes began. Kento was a high school student, and seemed like the type of good student who would try to get a job for the experience too. Actually, he already had a job, and that was why he was walking home even though it was 11 at night.
Kento was an assassin, a prestigious hitman for Devil's Vendetta, an underground syndicate that could almost claim it controlled the world. He was one of their best, known by rank as a "Rook." His brother, Kuuragi, had held this same rank, and possibly even more fame and prestige. Kento was younger than his brother had been when he'd joined the Vendetta, and stronger than his brother had been back then too. Kento was not as strong as Kuuragi otherwise was when they fought, but Kuuragi allowed Kento's victory, and Kento knew it. Had his older brother been serious, things probably would have been a little different. It didn't matter then. Kento had already assassinated his target, using a strong Fullbring called "The Force That Protects." His Fullbring was supposed to be one of the strongest melee based Fullbrings in the world.
He was walking home, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. He'd worn inconspicuous clothes to blend in somewhere when he'd had to kill his target, and so he wasn't wearing his usual school uniform. He was walking through Karakura Town on his way home, where he lived alone. He had to pass by a few bars on the way, and that was where his misfortunes started. Kento was walking, when he saw a woman with oddly colored hair, white like his, stumbling out of a bar. She was holding a large glass bottle bigger than her head, but well over three quarters drained. She was hiccuping, and her eyes were glazed over. Her shirt was stuck to her because of sweat, and Kento could tell that she'd been drinking a lot. She collapsed on the floor in front of him, and that was where Kento's troubles began.
"W...what?! What do I do?!" Kento said out loud, panicking just a bit. A woman had collapsed in front of him, and he wasn't sure if she was even alive. He wanted to make sure that she was. He got down and put two fingers on her neck. He felt a pulse. She was alive. Kento had no cell phone, so he couldn't call for help. He had a phone, but he hadn't brought it with him. The Vendetta's Rooks were monitored by the leader of the company, and so he'd know already that Kento had succeeded in his mission. There was no need to send any kind of confirmation. Kento didn't know who this strange woman was, but he decided he couldn't just leave her. Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder-a considerable feat, signifying strength-, Kento went ahead and brought her home. When he opened his door, he laid the woman on his couch to rest, and then went and used the shower. After he took a shower, he changed into panda pajama pants, a bigger white t-shirt, and still had the bullet bill pendant around his neck. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and prepared to go to bed. He stepped out into his living room first, to see how the drunk woman was doing. He thought maybe he should write her a note for in the morning, so she would know what was going on when she woke up.
Kento was an assassin, a prestigious hitman for Devil's Vendetta, an underground syndicate that could almost claim it controlled the world. He was one of their best, known by rank as a "Rook." His brother, Kuuragi, had held this same rank, and possibly even more fame and prestige. Kento was younger than his brother had been when he'd joined the Vendetta, and stronger than his brother had been back then too. Kento was not as strong as Kuuragi otherwise was when they fought, but Kuuragi allowed Kento's victory, and Kento knew it. Had his older brother been serious, things probably would have been a little different. It didn't matter then. Kento had already assassinated his target, using a strong Fullbring called "The Force That Protects." His Fullbring was supposed to be one of the strongest melee based Fullbrings in the world.
He was walking home, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. He'd worn inconspicuous clothes to blend in somewhere when he'd had to kill his target, and so he wasn't wearing his usual school uniform. He was walking through Karakura Town on his way home, where he lived alone. He had to pass by a few bars on the way, and that was where his misfortunes started. Kento was walking, when he saw a woman with oddly colored hair, white like his, stumbling out of a bar. She was holding a large glass bottle bigger than her head, but well over three quarters drained. She was hiccuping, and her eyes were glazed over. Her shirt was stuck to her because of sweat, and Kento could tell that she'd been drinking a lot. She collapsed on the floor in front of him, and that was where Kento's troubles began.
"W...what?! What do I do?!" Kento said out loud, panicking just a bit. A woman had collapsed in front of him, and he wasn't sure if she was even alive. He wanted to make sure that she was. He got down and put two fingers on her neck. He felt a pulse. She was alive. Kento had no cell phone, so he couldn't call for help. He had a phone, but he hadn't brought it with him. The Vendetta's Rooks were monitored by the leader of the company, and so he'd know already that Kento had succeeded in his mission. There was no need to send any kind of confirmation. Kento didn't know who this strange woman was, but he decided he couldn't just leave her. Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder-a considerable feat, signifying strength-, Kento went ahead and brought her home. When he opened his door, he laid the woman on his couch to rest, and then went and used the shower. After he took a shower, he changed into panda pajama pants, a bigger white t-shirt, and still had the bullet bill pendant around his neck. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and prepared to go to bed. He stepped out into his living room first, to see how the drunk woman was doing. He thought maybe he should write her a note for in the morning, so she would know what was going on when she woke up.