CHARACTER INFORMATION
Canon Character and Series: Kyouya Hibari, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
In-Game Name: Kyouya Hibari
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Position & Ship: PILOT, the Silvana
Hibari is tall and pale-skinned, with sharp blue eyes and dark hair that's as wild and ruffled as the feathers of a hawk that's been up in the air for way too long. At first glance, one would think that he's far too thin and delicate-looking for his own good (his clean face and 'pretty' features don't really help his case). This impression tends to dissolve the moment Hibari opens his mouth, or the moment he sends his fist (or his tonfa) flying for your face. Years of fighting and piloting and living on the edge have bled him down to nothing but the essentials, and Hibari likes to keep it it that way.
Leather is Hibari's material of choice when it comes to clothes, and he doesn't often wear anything that isn't black, white, gray or brown. He doesn't like frills or flares, and prefers things that are comfortable, functional and closely cut to one's form - anything else might get caught in things and slow him down in the end. He also always has his flight goggles and gloves on his person at all times.
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THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW
Personality:
Mercurial, to say the least, bored by most things beyond combat and (oddly) books, fiercely independent and highly intolerant of crowds (crowds in his definition being any gathering of more than one person beyond himself in his vicinity). If he isn't deathly quiet, cold and aloof, he's irritable. If he isn't irritable, he's deathly quiet, cold and aloof. Rinse, repeat.
Not a lot of things impress Hibari, and this might be because of the way he pushes himself. He has no concept of limits; limits are meant to be surpassed at all costs, even if it kills him in the end. He does not follow rules that:
1.) He hasn't set himself.
2.) Someone particularly strong or of a higher authority that he happens to respect hasn't set in for him.
Anything beyond that is free game for him, and he's not going to apologize.
Although it looks like Hibari is, by all rights, impossible to get along with and loyal to no one but himself, Hibari does have a very strong sense of duty, honor and responsibility when it comes to the few people or things that he does care about. If he says he's sticking by a ship, he will, and he'll follow orders to the dot without question. Besides, there's nothing like a little action to spice up one's day.
Abilities/Weapons:
Petty theft, basic sabotage, intimidation, street fighting, murder, handling all sorts of weapons, wielding things that shouldn't be weapons AS weapons... you name it and Hibari has probably done it. He picked up quite a few tricks while he was growing up on the streets, and he learns quickly - one kind of has to, if one plans on surviving on their own, without anybody's help. Beyond piloting and fighting, however, Hibari has only dabbled in a lot of things, and hasn't had the drive to really sit down and learn how to do a lot of them properly. He'd rather be up in the air, or beating something up.
Although he's all right with firearms, Hibari actually prefers using melee weapons when it comes down to it - his weapon of choice, in fact, is the pair of gunmetal gray tonfa he seems to carry around on his person at all times.
Oddly, for someone who spent a good part of his life on the ground kicking the crap out of people, Hibari thrives a lot better up in the air and behind the controls of a plane - piloting is second nature to him, and that includes flying hard, fast and hell of effeciently. Hibari is used to compromising situations, and excels in getting from Point A to B quickly, whether he's doing it through clear skies or a rain of lead.
How well can your character hack?: Can't do it. At all. He'd much rather smash the stupid thing up than bother breaking into it.
Weaknesses:
Anti-social might be one way of looking at Hibari, but the more proper term might be asocial: human beings and human affairs do not interest him at all, and he's short on the sympathy in any and all situations. His fierce sense of independence also doesn't help - sure, he'll follow orders, and he MIGHT back you up if it interests him, but he won't expend any more effort than necessary. He'll also be the first one to back out if there isn't enough fighting to go around or if someone else can already take care of things in his stead.
Hibari also sucks at taking care of himself, beyond the basics - he eats, drinks and sleeps like someone constantly on the move to somewhere else, and is never in one place for very long. He's the type who thinks that the best way to take care of a fever is to sweat it out of one's system by fighting more, and harder. It comes with not believing in the concept of slowing down, or of limits.
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THINGS HE PROBABLY WON'T SAY.
It might be a little dramatic to say it, but Hibari was, by all definitions, a kid with no past and no real future: he was born on the streets of Kropmork, never met his father and remembers his mother for three things: her drinking, her drugs and her total denial of his existence.
Suffice to say, Hibari left home as soon as he was able and carved out a living for himself as much as he could, given the sort of things that happen at night (and sometimes, during the day) in his home town. Up until the age of fifteen, Hibari was the nameless, scruffy-haired kid prowling the back alleys, bludgeoning the drunks who were stupid enough to stumble through their on the way home - it was his choice method of scrounging up enough cash to feed himself. One night, however, he happened to bite off more than he could chew when he tried his luck against a man who happened to be a rather skilled member of the Assassins' Guild.
By all rights and purposes, he should have died that night. What ended up happening, however, was that he woke up in a real bed with his injuries properly tended to and his patron fiddling with his weapons - a pair of gunmetal gray tonfa, sleek and gray in the light of the gas lamp in the room. His new patron apparently planned on making him a part of the Guild whether he liked it not, and Hibari, after four unsuccessful attempts at breaking out (and attempting to fight the man twice that number of times), Hibari wisely figured that his new patron was respectably strong and it might have been a good idea to follow along with his wishes. Besides, any guy that could beat the crap out of him had to be pretty amazing.
On that day, the boy was given a name - Kyouya Hibari, with the first name being a mocking note on his attitude in a language nobody speaks anymore and the last a result of his patron's whims - and a real place to call his own.
Hibari spent the next few years in training, functioning as the transporter for his patron and the real members of the Guild - assassins need a quick get away from the scene when a job's done, after all. He was eventually allowed to take on jobs of his own by eighteen, and it wasn't long before he was making a pretty decent name for himself both within and beyond his Guild as the Skylark, the tonfa-wielding vicious kid who flew in, dismantled people the way mechanics dismantled machines, and flew out without so much as a word of explanation. It was a good life, for the most part, and one wonders why Hibari up and left before he hit 22. He doesn't talk much about it, and anybody who bothers him on the topic for too long usually gets a flat look and a vicious one-two from his tonfa in return.
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