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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM Getou Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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If he thinks hard enough he can remember the cold hands of death gripping him, squeezing the life out of the weak child he used to be. It was a cold day in November when she had cracked, muttering to some demon she thought she could see and hear. She had been starving herself for days in her room and her sunken cheeks looked like a skeleton to him. He was a spawn of that demon, someone who wasn't supposed to be born and so she was trying her hardest to snuff it out of him like the lovely mother he remembered her being, it was a miracle he was alive, was able to bite and scratch hard enough to send her reeling and screaming, back into her room just in time for his older sister to arrive and protect him as much as she was able to. It was rarely good enough, and caring did not run in the family.[break][break]

He was still young when he ran away, sixteen and full of rage and ambition, but that hasn't changed much. He is still so full of anger, and it was always misplaced. She had appeared before him then, a year or two older, and the most beautiful girl he has ever met, eyes that were like fire and a touch that did not remind him of death but instead caused him to feel alive for the first time in his life, he did not raise his hand to hurt her, he was less than gentle but she did not need him to be gentle because they were both messed up and disgusting but he was in love with everything she was and convinced they would rule the world together. Until they couldn't because even death would take her from him right before he was twenty, he remembers her lifeless form on the ground with those burning eyes sightless, cold. He didn't know how death could effect him anymore but this one hurt more than he would ever admit.[break][break]


He carries little empathy towards anyone, his capabilities to have compassion is so limited that it is rather dangerous. He is a smuggler of dangerous weapons and objects, a job he has done for many years now and he tends to keep to himself most of the time but if you catch his eye? It would be best to escape, he is less human and more monster, more than willing to rip others apart if they get in his way or cause him any sort of trouble, and if he thinks you are fun to mess with? Perhaps that is even more dangerous, he is possessive of his objects and he views people that way as well. A means to an end or temporary enjoyment, it doesn't matter to him either way. Be wary, you do not want to become his plaything.