I belong to Kenkou

Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others
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[ R E T R I B U T I O N ]

Name: Rapine Cowell
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age | Appears: Unknown | Late 20s
Voice Depiction: Avicii - Wake Me Up
Hair: Onyx; short, ends a few inches below ears.
Eyes: Chartreuse
Complexion: Pale
Height-Weight-Build: 6'1" - 135lbs - Underweight | Athletic | Slim
Traits: Argumentative | Depressed | Directionless | Distant | Resentful
Skills-Abilities: Inconceivable Endurance | Rejuvenation
Job: N/A
Loves: Fighting | Roses | Rain
Dislikes: Arrogance | People | Living
Side Note(s): Appears to be immortal
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A growl emits from his lips as they greet a cigaret. "Buzz off, didn't ya parents ev'ah teach ya not t'a stare..." Smoke billows from his nostrils; eager to taint the air. He does not turn; but he studies you. Green sphere tracing over your features. Pupils straining to get a good glimpse.

"You've been comin'round 'ere for three weeks now. What do ya want..." Brows furrow at your words and another drag is taken.

"T'ch you wanna know why I'm like this?" Nostrils flare, releasing the toxic cloud. "Guess it don' matter, not much you can do to me. An' I right?" A brow is raised; he is assessing your size.

"Af'ta all your company has been following me for a long time...maybe y'all will git off my back if I share...yeah?" Chapped lips part as he laughs with delight with your simple answer, yes.

Cigaret dies; and like a habit another is lit. A sweet smile curls his lips as the taste of nicotine tickles his tongue. A brow is raised; waiting for you to make a move. Eye lingers from you to the seat across from him. He is waiting...

Exhales the toxin and inhales it again. You study his full face now; a few fresh gashes mark his brow and cheek bone. His right eye is hemorrhaged and jaw swollen, the surrounding flesh a faint purple from a previous scuffle.

Eyes are shut as he leans back; savoring the 'killer' taste. "Long ago I had someone who was very dear to me. I loved them with all my 'art..."

A few minutes pass coupled with a drag or two. His hemorrhaged eye opened just enough to observe you.

"One night they 'ad to work late at the dinner..." Sitting up he shuts his eyes. "I went for a walk to the dinner...to be a lovin' man I was yeah...and I asked the manager where they were at?" He pauses now; lips part to meet the cigaret.

"They had been sent home early...so they could surprise me at 'ome...but that was two hours ago he said..." Eyes watching, gauging your interest.

"On my way 'ome I was jumped...I fought I tell ya...but 'ack then I was too naive and kind..."Another drag is taken and you've come to the conclusion that his speech is altered by his current damaged features.

"Aparantly...On there 'ay 'ome...some punks got hold of 'em...they were waitin' for me...because when I woke up...forced I may add and tied to a chair...in some ol' ware'ouse...the same goons are around me" His cigaret snaps between fingers; brows furrowed he continues on.

"Two more walk in wit my love...they were screaming my name...and I couldn't do a thing tied down...the men said it would be fun for me to watch..." His eyes lock with your own; his features cold and illegible.

"After they had 'der fun...they roughed me up a bit...and I managed to loosen the bindings...I got out and tried to leave with my love...only they weren't breathing..." Pupils contract and his body goes still.

"When a kind man goes off to war...even the gods themselves run...and with that I took the only thing that mattered to 'em...their lives...I didn't go to jail due to the circumstances but, I spent a week un'da observation...when they cleared me I attempted to take my own life...to my surprise and the mortician's I woke up...cove'ad in my own blood and flesh...yet I held no wounds...so I tried again...and again...and fast forward a few years I finally grasped the idea that I was immortal..."

His body relaxed; eyes dropped and a small smirk cracked his lips. "And yet you people ask me why I'm like this...when a kind 'art breaks it grows 'ack crooked..."

Lighting up another cigaret he watches you process the story. "And 'at was ov'ah 80 years ago...I've learned to fight...and I've learned that two things prevent us from 'appiness...living in the past and observing others..."