Xanxus Application (Accession)

[the_apex_predator]

Player Information
Name: Adam
Contact: the_apex_predator, AIM: fatedpurpose, Plurk: Freedomeverlasting
Current Characters: None

Character Information
Name: Xanxus
Canon: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Age: 16
Canon Point: Before the Cradle Affair, after he finds out he is adopted.
History: Xanxus
Personality: There are a few words that can be used to describe Xanxus, cruel, short tempered, foul mouthed, violent. He is a character who embodies Wrath. it is a part of the blood that flows through his veins. It fuels him, burns him from the inside. He has no qualms inflicting it upon any one for even the slightest infraction. A ruthless young man, any means necessary to reach his goal is the way he lives. He does not care who gets hurt or dies in the process as he sees most people as nothing more than trash or scum. Even his own subordinates are not free of his anger, in fact, they suffer it the most. Xanxus' temper will manifest from yelling,throwing things, to slamming a person's head into the table all the way to outright beating the (excuse my language)shit out of them. He has a foul mouth with a disrespectful attitude. Viewing himself in high regard, he knows he is powerful and sees few in his opinion that can compare.

That is not to say he is all rage, though, his strongest emotion is precisely that. Xanxus is also a cunning young man (brat), staging a coup at the age of sixteen against large numbers of seasoned mafia and all he had was his Varia subordinates. He cares little for anyone outside of himself and becoming Boss of the Vongola as he feels is his right. The betrayal of his parentage he feels that his adopted father perpetrated, taking him in out of pity has built a deep loathing for the man. He refuses to sit idly by and let them look down on him but instead plans to take over as Boss. Xanxus is determined to show them he is better. He honestly believes it is his destiny to be head of the Family.

Xanxus is a dangerous person, he embraces violence, oozes wrath, fights like a man possessed. A beast really with the way he will relentlessly come at an opponent. He is a young man who while full of rage has a mind sharp enough to make him a dangerous enemy. There is not a man who should not consider him as such, after all, he has a very short fuse. He enjoys good food, such as steak of the highest quality. Going from poverty to the life of a Mafia Boss' son gave him a taste of things he would never otherwise have had and he will be damned if he will have less now. No matter what he has to do to get it, it will be his.

Xanxus is not a man who trusts easily by any means. He will never admit to needing anyone, he does not think he does. In the end after his mother handing him over to a man who was not his father because of her illness. Then finding out that man was not his father, Xanxus does not have the belief that any one will stay or is capable of honestly caring. People will come and go so he does not form attachments, it is all a means to an end, to reaching his goal.

In short, do not take the coiled wrath waiting to spring from Xanxus lightly. But it is also wise to not think that he is just a foul mouthed, violent brat. For he is, but he is also a predator who will stalk, hunt and torture his prey if that is what the situation calls for. Though, learning to duck around him from flying objects and move quickly is advisable since he is bound to try and knock a few heads into tables and throw more than one glass.

Camp Information
Parent: Ares; I believe his volatile temper, bloodlust and over all personality peg Xanxus for a Son of Ares, he loves violence and fighting, is a natural at both and in general does not have a friendly disposition, he is a fighter.
Skills: Enhanced physical strength, proficiency with any weapon, intimidation.
Appearance: Not applicable

Samples
First Person/Journal Sample:
Test Drive Thread One
Test Drive Thread Two

[Well, needless to say someone does not look happy, being here to begin with his him pissed, having to say please before he could send a stupid message, fuck this shit, it had taken a few attempts and probably would get a bit messy on the receiving end as most of his messages were prone to doing since he did not do well at asking properly.]

Tch, fuckin' lame shit. [He was talking to a god damn necklace, but, he had something he needed.]

Which one of you scum can cook a decent steak. [There is no inflection of questioning in his tone, it is a demanding tone because Xanxus is a man who expects to be answered.]


Third Person/Log Sample:

Xanxus was sprawled in the chair he had dragged out to the fire, his eyes burned with that deep rage as his legs stretched out before him. It had been a week since he had last broken the rule of no injuring other campers, a small miracle for him. Though just by the way his frame was held, coiled, ready to pounce it was obvious his 'patience' had come to an end.

The laughter around the campfire nearly made his eye twitch, the campers who had already been claimed grated his nerves like chalk on a chalkboard. Screw them and their shitty parents, what the hell did he care, he was going to get power, get out of here and go home to teach that old man a lesson for thinking he needed his pity and that he could deny Xanxus what the young man felt was rightfully his. This never left his mind, this fueled his anger, set free the beast inside of him that he barely chained anyway.

It was a simple thing, a camper walking past, a sneaker snagged on a boot, the tumble that resulted jolted Xanxus in his chair.

"The hell do you think you're doin' scum." It was clear with the way his frame moved lightning quick from his seat that the week long miracle was coming to an end. The confused camper was a bit surprised when Xanxus snatched him up by the front of his shirt. A new arrival the gleam and smirk he met in the face of Xanxus sent a chill and Xanxus scoffed, weak pieces of shit, why was he even here.

"Watch were the hell you're goin'." With that Xanxus without little to no fuss took the captured camper and slammed his head right into the seat of the hard chair he had been sitting on, of course it caused a bit of a split forehead for the camper and blood littered the seat. The camper was released and Xanxus glared at the mess on his chair.

"Better clean that shit..."