Hitsugi Akuma

Quotes: to his father when killing him

*"Love is pain, let me show you how much I love you Father.."*

## Background

18 is when you’re supposed to be an adult. You grow up to that point and
then bam, you get shoved out into the world and are supposed to be a man (or
woman). This wasn’t really true for Akuma. Not in the slightest.... 18 was the
age that his father started training him day in and day out. It was, strenuous
to say the least and Akuma, well, he did as his father told. Yes sir. No sir.
Right away sir! One more round sir? Yes sir. Training started with stretching
and then heavy cardio to build endurance for a few hours and then strength
training for another hour, small 20 minute break for some food and then back at
it with the strength training for two more hours, then it was back to cardio
for another few hours and then dinner and then bed. Grueling and intense and it
lasted every day save for Sunday which was reserved for other training. Every
now and then he’d switched it up but for the most part until he was conditioned
properly this was how it went. He spent the better part of the rest of the year
going through combat training, learning and learning and learning and
learning... What he failed to mention were the days he had off, weren’t days
off and were spent in horrendous states of torture because his father was a
worthless shit and thought his son was also. The only way to get him to behave,
to learn and to reach a goal that his father so maliciously set was to break
him and mold him into that perfect person or so his father said. One day though
things changed, for the better according to his father, all Akuma had to do was
take this drug and everything would be ok. Akuma knew better but at the same
time he had no mental capacity to really resist and so with a dose of the drug
forced of course by his father he was given the one thing that would change him
forever. Xanair. At first, things went well and his father kept things at the
usual, the torture sessions increasing interspursed with extremely heavy
training. Akuma was both mentally and physically exhausted to the point where
he didn’t care what happened so long as he got out of this alive and mostly
well.  Lotta good that would do him as he
started changing, much like going through puberty but worse, much worse; his
father explained to him what he intended to do, control the ghoul Akuma would
turn into and keep it from happening but harnessing the power for himself to
fight. Weeeeelllll, that was turning out to be a load of fucking bubkes as the
kakugan awakened in Akuma as it would have regardless of what his father
wanted. Everything turned to shit. His father came at him and screamed about
cleansing Akuma of his sin.

“ You’re an impure individual my son...” Manic voices, rage and death
raining down from his father.

Nothing but silence, and then it clicked, one part of his brain awoke and
Akuma no longer felt like himself except he did, the purest him that felt more
animal than man, each and every whisper uttered within him telling him to kill,
murder, maim, kill, make him suffer as much as you’ve suffered. A growl that
sounded much like the animal in his head tore from his throat as he began to
fight back, his father screaming for the heavenly bodies to take this entity of
sin to hell as he tried killing his son. Akuma wouldn’t have any of this anymore
and in a fit of pure unadulterated rage and savagery of any animal slaughtered
his father without a care in the world, tearing him to shreds as easily as his
father taught him.

Time passes. A year
was spent learning, growing, running and trying to figure out how the hell he
fits into the world now that he’s a ghoul. Akuma didn’t know what he was going
to do, he was starting to feel hungry, the kind of hungry that people don’t
get. He tried to stave it off as much as possible but there came a day where his
ghoul self just flipped and he had to find some food and fast. Though, food for
him came in the form of three other ghouls. Nearly delirious and half starving
or so his brain told him, he found them huddling around the remains of a couple
of humans and thought, food, eat, starving... Akuma attacked with ferocity,
wild erratic movements and overpowered them alone without much skills as a
ghoul The three died from having their bodies ripped to shreds by his teeth and
broken limbs and flesh. He ate, and ate, and ate until the three ghouls were
just stinking rotting corpses much like the humans they feasted on were. His
kagune burst from his back and he stood in all terrifying glory, blood and
flesh dripping from his face. It wasn’t long after that incedent that he met
one of his now close friends Mizuo at a bar he stopped at, she being a ghoul
herself, helped him get himself set up in this new life and taught him a few
things.

## Personality

Personal Goals: He hopes to unite both the Ghouls and the humans thus
eliminating the need for the CCG. He's willing to go to any means to acheive
this goal including commiting massacres in the name of his cause.

Interests: He loves to read deep suspense novels. He also trains everyday
to keep his body in the peak of condition. Also likes to cook and will often
try different ways of preparing his kills.

Hunting Style:  Usually a Lone wolf
of sorts he uses his playful demeanor to send his target off guard and then
goes in for the kill using his superior strength and speed. He only uses his
kagune when his natural talents prove useless.

## Appearance

The man known as Hitsugi Akuma is a young adult male who is of Asian descent. He was on the taller side and quite handsome yet wild looking in general appearance that combined to make him quite attractive. With dark hair and slightly tanned skin he was a little bit the odd man out not that he minded. He was the type to look about normal, none too hot or none to basic or ugly, physic toned but thin and suited for his ghoul work fighting and hunting. Akuma had golden eyes the color of what pure sunlight would be only lit on fire and glowing almost, a strange color but one that seemed to fit the young man. He wore clothing, when not hunting, that resembled something that of a punk nature but wasn’t too showy or outlandish, it had just enough stand-alone-ness and just enough normalcy that no one really gave it much of a second glance. For when he fought however he wore something that kept him able to move and move comfortably without being to recognizable or too noticeable, fight with ease and some anonymity. His kagune being that of a rinkaku it looked almost the same as everyone else’s. Then again, variations didn’t really get too wild anyways, it was deep red in color, looked sort of scaly but with long sleek and slender scaling much like some form of dragon and came to fine points at the end; all in all it reminded someone of red stained metal rather than the RC cells it was made from.

## Approved by

Kurasake (talk) 08:23, July 8, 2016 (UTC)