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Name: Raphael Lesueur
Contact Info: AIM - FallacyBringer
Age: 238 (appears 34)
Physical Stature: Raphael stands at an average height of 6'0". His semi-muscular body sports a very healthy tan, standing in contrast to his long, aqua blue hair, which nearly reaches the ground, and the deep pools of blue that are his eyes. He wears a matching light blue obi that he knots into a large, looping bow at the front of his shihakusho.
Persona: Raphael feels almost no emotions. He is incapable of love, fear or sorrow in any traditional sense. For this reason, he has turned to sadism. As a child, Raphael learned that he could feel a kind of pleasurable emotion while torturing small animals. In his adult life, his hunger for the pleasure became so strong that he had to consciously stop himself from killing other people. When he passes by someone, he feels the need to choke him or her. To Raphael, this is normal.
Though he would rather torture someone than talk to them, he is very capable of being social. In fact, keeping up this facade has allowed him to stay out of the Maggot's Nest. He smiles and laughs with his colleagues, and is able to put up an air of ease, but on the inside he wishes nothing more than to hear their screams.
Biography: Raphael Lesueur was born into a prominent East Second District family. The Lesueurs tried to rear Raphael to the best of their ability, but it was clear from a very early age that he was... different. The young boy would often come home covered in blood that was not his own, swearing that he had no memory of where it had come from.
After a few years, the Lesueurs denounced their teenage son and paid a low life to drug him and take him to an outer district, hoping he would either perish or be taken in by someone who could handle his murderous traits. Officially, Raphael Lesueur was kidnapped.
The kidnapping had been Raphael's plan all along, however. He knew enough of how the world worked to know that if he stayed too close to Seireitei, his unsavory tendencies would quickly be discovered. He needed to be somewhere where his behavior and skills could evolve unabated, which is why he paid the kidnapper to hint to his parents that some kids are too much to handle and that some parents hire people to take them off their hands.
He had no problem growing up on his own. Hunting was in his blood, and he quickly learned how to build shelters. Survival became a game.
Much later in life, the blue-haired man made his way back to his birthplace. He learned that both of his parents had been arrested in connection to his kidnapping by shinigamis. Raphael took over their home and wealth, which was rightfully his, and lived several years there until he could no longer control his urges. The high population made his cravings far worse, and he knew that he would end up somewhere unpleasant if he acted out. He came up with a plan to convince a shinigami to vouch for him so he could get into the Academy.
The Academy days were long and tedious. Raphael passed through the six years fairly unnoticed, but once he had graduated, there was only one position that he wanted to fill. With a bloodlust to match a Kenpachi, Raphael joined the division in which he could satiate his thirst for murder.
Division / Seat: Twelfth Division / Unseated
Zanpakutou: Raphael's zanpakutou is in the form of a katana. Its blade extends forty inches, and the aqua blue hilt extends for another twelve inches. The guard is made of gold and is in the shape of a flattened halo, attached to the hilt by four, crescent-shaped prongs.
Stats:
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 5
Hohou: 35
Kidou: 10
-Yakekoge - Hadou #2, 10 Kidou
Connection: 0
For The Love Of The Kill
"What does it feel like," Raphael called, his voice carrying between the buildings and through the alley, "to know that you're about to die? Is it terrifying?" The blue-haired shinigami walked slowly to minimize the sound of his footsteps. He listened hard but could no longer hear his prey. "Come out, come out wherever you are, Henry." A quick scurrying caught Rafael's attention. He leaped in the direction of the sound, and caught a glimpse of his mark. Sprinting at full speed, he closed the distance quickly and overcame the spirit. The assassin lightly swung his zanpakutou, intentionally only nicking his target's arm.
"Please, stop!" cried Henry, continuing to run down one alley and up another. "I haven't even done anything!"
Rafael smiled. "So?"
He picked up the pace again, took another nick out of his mark's arm and fell back before Henry escaped into a small, wooden shack, slamming the door behind him. "Oh, my, what shall I do now? Perhaps I'll huff and puff." He laughed at the thought. Rafael touched his fingertips to the wood and scraped his nails against it, attempting to instill a little more fear into his mark. He walked around the perimeter, listening to Henry scramble to the other side of the shack, trying to get as far from Rafael as he could.
"Did you know," Rafael asked, slowly walking around the structure back toward the door, "that most consider being burned alive one of the worst ways you could die? They say that fire actually increases your skin's sensitivity, making the pain even worse. I've also heard," he said as he stopped at the door, "that most people don't even die from the actual burns. They die from inhaling toxic gases and asphyxiation, which is painful as well. Carbon dioxide builds up in the bloodstream and causes extreme pain. I honestly can't even imagine what that feels like.
"Will you tell me?" The shinigami pressed his index and middle finger firmly against the door as a scream came from inside. "Ignite and thrive. Hadou number two, Yakekoge."
Within only a few seconds, the little shack was engulfed in flames. Rafael breathed in the smell of burning flesh. Damn, he thought, I love my job.
"You shouldn't have gone without me!" Io yelled, waving her arms about. Though she had a good deal of muscles and sported short, cropped red hair, most men found her to be very attractive.
"It was a simple kill," Raphael explained, leaning against the wall of Io's room. "Having you there would have complicated matters."
"You know," she said, marching toward him, point her index finger at his nose, "you can bring one back alive from time to time. Hell, it's encouraged!"
"Come on, Io," he said, smiling, "where is the fun in that?"
"Fun?! This isn't supposed to be fun Raphael! These are real people that we deal with. They're not deer!"
He shrugged. "They might as well be. You can't tell me that you don't enjoy the thrill of the hunt. The marks running for their lives." He clapped his hands together. "And the screams! Don't you love when they scream and beg for mercy? There's nothing better than slicing off their fingers one-by-one while they beg you not to kill them. But it's too easy, really. I don't know why they keep sending us on these missions to round up Rukongai citizens."
Io looked as if she was going to vomit. "You're one sick son of a bitch, Raphael. You know that?"
"If you don't enjoy the kill, then why are you here? Why don't you join Fourth Division or Thirteenth Division if you don't have the stomach to do your job?"
"I do my job!" she screamed. "I only assassinate marks when I absolutely have to. I bring in most of 'em alive. That's what we're supposed to be doing. I don't just kill people for the fun of it. None of us do! Is that why you joined? Does the excitement of the hunt and the kill really mean that much to you?"
Raphael shook his head, causing his light blue hair to swish around him. "Yes."
Io's shoulders slumped in defeat. "You are a very unpleasant person. I wish we weren't partners."
"And you're too soft-hearted. After all, these people are criminals, right?"
The female shinigami raked her fingers through her hair contemplating the question. Sure, they were criminals, but did that give them the right to kill any of them? Out of the fourteen marks that she and Raphael had been sent out together to find thus far, they had only brought one back alive. Sometimes they died of heart attacks before Raphael could ever touch them. Those were the lucky ones. "What was this last one's crime?"
The question caught him a little off guard. He thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"What about the one two weeks ago? The girl who you killed by forcing her to swallow your zanpakutou?"
"I think she wanted to swallow a whole lot more than that, if you know what I mean." He could see her blood begin to boil. "What are you getting at, anyway? Who cares what they did?"
Io raised her voice again. "I'm saying that you don't even know these people's crimes! Who the hell are you to be their judge and jury?"
The blue-haired shinigami waved a hand back and forth through the air, as if he could knock away the question. "If the Soutaichou found my method's to be distasteful, he wouldn't let me do the missions. I think he likes me." He closed his eyes and smiled.
Io's eyebrows furrowed. "I highly doubt Soutaichou-sama knows about your methods. I edit your reports to make them less vile."
Raphael's head fell back in a fit of laughter. "Do you really?"
She crossed her arms in frustration. "Of course I do! Soutaichou-sama doesn't want to hear about your gruesome kills."
"He was the Vice Captain of the Twelfth Division at one time. I'm sure he's done some damn distasteful things in his day. Maybe I should ask him for some pointers. You think?" He gave her a wink.
Word Count: 1009
Contact Info: AIM - FallacyBringer
Age: 238 (appears 34)
Physical Stature: Raphael stands at an average height of 6'0". His semi-muscular body sports a very healthy tan, standing in contrast to his long, aqua blue hair, which nearly reaches the ground, and the deep pools of blue that are his eyes. He wears a matching light blue obi that he knots into a large, looping bow at the front of his shihakusho.
Persona: Raphael feels almost no emotions. He is incapable of love, fear or sorrow in any traditional sense. For this reason, he has turned to sadism. As a child, Raphael learned that he could feel a kind of pleasurable emotion while torturing small animals. In his adult life, his hunger for the pleasure became so strong that he had to consciously stop himself from killing other people. When he passes by someone, he feels the need to choke him or her. To Raphael, this is normal.
Though he would rather torture someone than talk to them, he is very capable of being social. In fact, keeping up this facade has allowed him to stay out of the Maggot's Nest. He smiles and laughs with his colleagues, and is able to put up an air of ease, but on the inside he wishes nothing more than to hear their screams.
Biography: Raphael Lesueur was born into a prominent East Second District family. The Lesueurs tried to rear Raphael to the best of their ability, but it was clear from a very early age that he was... different. The young boy would often come home covered in blood that was not his own, swearing that he had no memory of where it had come from.
After a few years, the Lesueurs denounced their teenage son and paid a low life to drug him and take him to an outer district, hoping he would either perish or be taken in by someone who could handle his murderous traits. Officially, Raphael Lesueur was kidnapped.
The kidnapping had been Raphael's plan all along, however. He knew enough of how the world worked to know that if he stayed too close to Seireitei, his unsavory tendencies would quickly be discovered. He needed to be somewhere where his behavior and skills could evolve unabated, which is why he paid the kidnapper to hint to his parents that some kids are too much to handle and that some parents hire people to take them off their hands.
He had no problem growing up on his own. Hunting was in his blood, and he quickly learned how to build shelters. Survival became a game.
Much later in life, the blue-haired man made his way back to his birthplace. He learned that both of his parents had been arrested in connection to his kidnapping by shinigamis. Raphael took over their home and wealth, which was rightfully his, and lived several years there until he could no longer control his urges. The high population made his cravings far worse, and he knew that he would end up somewhere unpleasant if he acted out. He came up with a plan to convince a shinigami to vouch for him so he could get into the Academy.
The Academy days were long and tedious. Raphael passed through the six years fairly unnoticed, but once he had graduated, there was only one position that he wanted to fill. With a bloodlust to match a Kenpachi, Raphael joined the division in which he could satiate his thirst for murder.
Division / Seat: Twelfth Division / Unseated
Zanpakutou: Raphael's zanpakutou is in the form of a katana. Its blade extends forty inches, and the aqua blue hilt extends for another twelve inches. The guard is made of gold and is in the shape of a flattened halo, attached to the hilt by four, crescent-shaped prongs.
Stats:
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 5
Hohou: 35
Kidou: 10
-Yakekoge - Hadou #2, 10 Kidou
Connection: 0
For The Love Of The Kill
"What does it feel like," Raphael called, his voice carrying between the buildings and through the alley, "to know that you're about to die? Is it terrifying?" The blue-haired shinigami walked slowly to minimize the sound of his footsteps. He listened hard but could no longer hear his prey. "Come out, come out wherever you are, Henry." A quick scurrying caught Rafael's attention. He leaped in the direction of the sound, and caught a glimpse of his mark. Sprinting at full speed, he closed the distance quickly and overcame the spirit. The assassin lightly swung his zanpakutou, intentionally only nicking his target's arm.
"Please, stop!" cried Henry, continuing to run down one alley and up another. "I haven't even done anything!"
Rafael smiled. "So?"
He picked up the pace again, took another nick out of his mark's arm and fell back before Henry escaped into a small, wooden shack, slamming the door behind him. "Oh, my, what shall I do now? Perhaps I'll huff and puff." He laughed at the thought. Rafael touched his fingertips to the wood and scraped his nails against it, attempting to instill a little more fear into his mark. He walked around the perimeter, listening to Henry scramble to the other side of the shack, trying to get as far from Rafael as he could.
"Did you know," Rafael asked, slowly walking around the structure back toward the door, "that most consider being burned alive one of the worst ways you could die? They say that fire actually increases your skin's sensitivity, making the pain even worse. I've also heard," he said as he stopped at the door, "that most people don't even die from the actual burns. They die from inhaling toxic gases and asphyxiation, which is painful as well. Carbon dioxide builds up in the bloodstream and causes extreme pain. I honestly can't even imagine what that feels like.
"Will you tell me?" The shinigami pressed his index and middle finger firmly against the door as a scream came from inside. "Ignite and thrive. Hadou number two, Yakekoge."
Within only a few seconds, the little shack was engulfed in flames. Rafael breathed in the smell of burning flesh. Damn, he thought, I love my job.
* * * * *
"You shouldn't have gone without me!" Io yelled, waving her arms about. Though she had a good deal of muscles and sported short, cropped red hair, most men found her to be very attractive.
"It was a simple kill," Raphael explained, leaning against the wall of Io's room. "Having you there would have complicated matters."
"You know," she said, marching toward him, point her index finger at his nose, "you can bring one back alive from time to time. Hell, it's encouraged!"
"Come on, Io," he said, smiling, "where is the fun in that?"
"Fun?! This isn't supposed to be fun Raphael! These are real people that we deal with. They're not deer!"
He shrugged. "They might as well be. You can't tell me that you don't enjoy the thrill of the hunt. The marks running for their lives." He clapped his hands together. "And the screams! Don't you love when they scream and beg for mercy? There's nothing better than slicing off their fingers one-by-one while they beg you not to kill them. But it's too easy, really. I don't know why they keep sending us on these missions to round up Rukongai citizens."
Io looked as if she was going to vomit. "You're one sick son of a bitch, Raphael. You know that?"
"If you don't enjoy the kill, then why are you here? Why don't you join Fourth Division or Thirteenth Division if you don't have the stomach to do your job?"
"I do my job!" she screamed. "I only assassinate marks when I absolutely have to. I bring in most of 'em alive. That's what we're supposed to be doing. I don't just kill people for the fun of it. None of us do! Is that why you joined? Does the excitement of the hunt and the kill really mean that much to you?"
Raphael shook his head, causing his light blue hair to swish around him. "Yes."
Io's shoulders slumped in defeat. "You are a very unpleasant person. I wish we weren't partners."
"And you're too soft-hearted. After all, these people are criminals, right?"
The female shinigami raked her fingers through her hair contemplating the question. Sure, they were criminals, but did that give them the right to kill any of them? Out of the fourteen marks that she and Raphael had been sent out together to find thus far, they had only brought one back alive. Sometimes they died of heart attacks before Raphael could ever touch them. Those were the lucky ones. "What was this last one's crime?"
The question caught him a little off guard. He thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"What about the one two weeks ago? The girl who you killed by forcing her to swallow your zanpakutou?"
"I think she wanted to swallow a whole lot more than that, if you know what I mean." He could see her blood begin to boil. "What are you getting at, anyway? Who cares what they did?"
Io raised her voice again. "I'm saying that you don't even know these people's crimes! Who the hell are you to be their judge and jury?"
The blue-haired shinigami waved a hand back and forth through the air, as if he could knock away the question. "If the Soutaichou found my method's to be distasteful, he wouldn't let me do the missions. I think he likes me." He closed his eyes and smiled.
Io's eyebrows furrowed. "I highly doubt Soutaichou-sama knows about your methods. I edit your reports to make them less vile."
Raphael's head fell back in a fit of laughter. "Do you really?"
She crossed her arms in frustration. "Of course I do! Soutaichou-sama doesn't want to hear about your gruesome kills."
"He was the Vice Captain of the Twelfth Division at one time. I'm sure he's done some damn distasteful things in his day. Maybe I should ask him for some pointers. You think?" He gave her a wink.
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