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Hyde; Former Police Lieutenant turn Madman
Topic Started: Oct 2 2014, 09:58 AM (162 Views)
Hyde

HYDE
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Never what it seems
Character Info
Name: Hideto Takarai
Nickname: Hyde
Reincarnation: Hades
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Title/Occupation: Formerly Police Lieutenant,
presently & officially incarcerated in a Psychiatric Institution for his own safety.
Unofficially, escaped.

Character Appearance
General Height: 5' 2"
General Weight: 90lbs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Naturally black, though at random intervals it has been white.
Distinguishing Marks: A pair of wings tattooed on his back, an act of quiet rebellion in his youth. Multiple scars along his body, his arms and chest carrying the bulk of this mutilation. Scarring ranges from fine trauma to the tissue to gouges and slices from his unwitting suicide attempt.
General Appearance:
• Hospital issue blue pyjamas with an identifying number stitched into the fabric.
• Mid length unkempt hair which at times varies in colour (how he managed to dye his hair within the confines of a psychiatric hospital remains a mystery)
• Owns one black suit with a white dress shirt which seems a size or two too large since spending the past decade sufficing on hospital meals Hyde appears quite emaciated, the suit is normally worn with the shirt half buttoned up exposing his chest (and subsequent scarring) and the jacket swaying open to the wind.
• Usually sports a worn black top hat with his ensemble, an article stolen from the room of a fellow patient.

Character Personality
General Attitude/Personality: With his only companions those that sedated him or those equally as medicated Hyde has trouble adjusting to the modern world and its inhabitants and oft times will appear aloof or indeed mad in his expressions and behaviours. It's quite likely due to this social ineptness that Hyde will be the quintessential introvert, however Hades possibly growing influence may alter that and scenarios may force either Hades or a more commanding and confident shadow of his former life to peak through. Hyde is highly protective obsessively so of those he deems worthy, to a point of extremes and knows no bounds in order to do so. Terrified of what he might do if his delusions are not kept in check, Hyde can get himself worked up to a sick if he loses control, or fears he will. More often than not he can be seen running his fingers along his shirt/coat buttons counting; a self soothing mechanism.
Likes: Needs order, everything has a step and a process – quite possibly a form of OCD that bids to keep his incarnation delusion from breaking through more often. Balance, continuing on from a desire for order Hyde pays particular attention to the balance of good and evil in the world. Hyde is not particularly an evil man but he is capable of atrocities if it shifts the balance back to level. Same is applicable for righteous actions. Has an odd fascination and favour to ice cream.
Dislikes: As for his fondness for order and balance, chaos at the opposite spectrum is to be avoided if possible, for everyones sake. Cramped confines, Hyde becomes nervous and agitated if trapped in small spaces. Hyde is aware of his mental evaluation, yet he knows a time when the yammering voice in his head was still and he didn't feel something stir beneath his skin, whether it is the memory of a lost life he despises or Hades is up to interpretation.
Special Abilities: Short of a skill set required as a police officer Hyde has none of particular mention, he is aware of the voice in his head and that it has a name but he’s fought it every waking moment and believes it to be nothing beyond a delusion. Without followers or acceptance Hades’ strength has been stifled, trapped and contained within this embodiment.
Weaknesses: Impulsive, Hyde lacks the foresight to construct and plan a course of action, preferring sudden actions based mostly on need to react, screw the consequences. A innate desire for order and process somewhat controls his impulsive side but Hyde cannot control everything beyond his own actions. Stubborn, he will not turn away any course of action, no matter how deceitful or cruel if it begs to have his way enforced. Hyde always gets what he wants. Possessive, because what is his and that which he desires....well he's not good with sharing. As Hades has had no opportunity to gain followers and strength at this point in time, there are no known weaknesses to exploit.
Significant Other: Not applicable presently
History:
Like his father, and his father before he’d taken his oaths to uphold the law, the second son of two boys Hyde had followed their footsteps into the police force while the elder followed a more educational path; keeping honour while aware that as the second son he was not burdened as much with responsibility as the eldest. Hyde was the spare. Never had he seen his father beam with so much pride the day he graduated and was accepted into the police force, a sense of comraderie and bond with his father that only another officer could understand.

A spate of murders in the late nineties, gruesome and horrific had the city in the grip of terror. Days spanned to nights and not a soul could recall a single nights rest during those times, even if one had a chance to close their eyes, what bloody remnants of the day lay behind closed lids, tormenting them all over again. A single man had been responsible, a lunatic sprouting fairytales and conspiracies of reincarnation. Hyde had been there the day they’d finally apprehended the creature, so close he could feel his breath sick and stale on his skin, and like everyone who’d sacrificed months of sleep and family obligations to hunt this monster they wanted to see him brought to justice. They wanted to witness order restored...

... And it had been. At a price.

He remembered showering for hours on end scrubbing till his skin bled raw, screaming till his voice drowned out the other awakened in his head. He’d missed his fathers funeral, and those of others he’d counted as friends, family even that night. He cut himself till he bled, the venom that coursed beneath his veins had to be let free. They’d found him there, in his bath, drowning under a pool of his own blood barely clinging to life, already the fire in his eyes was fleeting foretelling a death that crept ever closer to claim his prize.

He’d awakened in a hospital room, his wounds bandaged, his arms bound. Hyde had seen his fair share of hospital wards, he’d spent more time there visiting victims of crime and those suspected of more times than he’d cared but this was no hospital for the ill. He’d seen his elder brothers gaze peer through the small slit in his door that allowed privy to the outside hall, he’d heard his mothers hollow voice speaking beyond and that was the last he’d seen or heard of them.

Even if he recovered, an array of doctors dissuaded that from ever being a glimmer of a hope, Hyde would never be reinstated into the force. His life, his legacy, his fathers pride shattered. It should have been him that died that night, not his father and yet that voice rang out hollow in his head, his constant companion in the years that followed. Years upon years stacked and not a one came to visit him, the pride had become a shame, a secret and that's where Hyde had stayed until now. Escaped. On the run.


RP Sample: *Excerpt from another characters post*

“Look what the cat dragged in…” Muttered responses whispered to no one’s entertainment save for himself, but it was amusement nonetheless as beady eyes trained on the targets of his barbs as the two bedraggled youth marched towards him, flanked by a fellow Templar. Never had the uniform, the gleaming armor with it’s branding seemed so daunting than when compared with the withered and starved forms of bedraggled mage spawn. Each step was labored, drawing nearer as their freedom waned; another two marched to the Gallows, another two apostates chained and rightfully so. “Mother turned the young one over, this one we found scurrying ‘round the Alienage funnily enough.” Fingers extended forced a fearful retraction, a flinch from the boy as Aodhán flicked at the mass of hair where his ears presumably hid beneath, searching for a tip, a point to the boy’s features that indicated an Elven heritage; he’d have asked but the boy’s lineage meant as little to him as his life did – nothing.

“I suppose we should get them out of the cold then?” A question tempered as a dare, menace poisoning his words and cold detachment to his gaze that chilled to the bone greater than any winter could promise. Amusement soon provided, piss staining the drawers of the alienage boy, a stain that grew larger, a shiver as the temporary warmth gave way to chill, then shame as Aodháns curved lip spoiled the boy’s dirty secret. “Cold?” The stench filled his senses, another reason to despise the damned creatures that would soil themselves in the face of the Maker’s servants. “Get them out of my sight, and make sure that one stay’s in his filth to teach him a lesson.”

If the maker had any mercy to grant, they’d find the weak bladdered mage dead, frozen over his own puddles of piss and excrement the next morning, maker knows they were running out of room fast and with the accord struck between Knight Commander Meredith and Guard Captain Aveline, mages were marching through the Gallows’ gates faster than any darkspawn horde. Never before had Ser Otto’s insight held more relevance, maker watch his soul; however nothing short of disaster would lend Meredith to glance. Time would lend more strength to the school of thought that the only safe mage was a dead, or tranquil mage. Time, was all he needed to prove his mentor’s theories true, unfortunately time was marching too damned slow.


User Info
Name: Meh the important people know my real name.
Nickname: Nox
Contact Info: Aim/Skype available via pm
Did you read the rules?: I want to Awaken and my god the temptation to write something incredibly disturbing or dirty here is strong.
Edited by Hyde, Oct 6 2014, 02:49 PM.
 
resuai
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:D !!!

*stalks the progress excitedly*
 
Hyde

I think it's done moddy types.

His fate is in your hands.
 
resuai
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I just refreshed. I have mad timing skills!
Will read through and get back to you with proper professional moderation! :D
 
ryushinikaru
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Or I can stealth in like a boss and approve before Resu has a chance! Cause I'm awesome like that. Approved, obviously. And so fucking good to have you back darlin!
 
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