Hansel I. Divonc'e

[Hansel I. Divonc'e]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #E5E5E5; padding-bottom: 5px;] #313 Hansel I. Divonc'e ✘ AGE Twenty-Two ✘ GENDER Male ✘ SEXUALITY Straight ✘ APPEARANCE Blonde and slightly messy hair sits on Hansel's head. He wears a white suit as well. His tie is normally different, but because of his vast amount of white suits, he very rarely wears a black one. He has great posture, carrying himself up right as any professional would. People around him normally are either intimidated by him or try to intimidate him. That being said, the smile on his face very rarely falters. In his inside jacket pocket he has a digital camera. The camera has a near-infinite amount of film and is solar charged. Going lower, he wears white dress pants with a red belt around them. Instead of having a red rose attached to his suit, he has a white rose held in by the belt on his left side. The rose is a mere decoration, thornless but not wilted. It's a symbol of his business and social group. The business symbol is a white rose, but his group symbol only requires a piece of nature. He frequently has to replace the white rose, usually on a biweekly basis, but the garden in front of his business has plenty. ✘ FACE CLAIM [color=000000]✔[/color] Blood + - Solomon - Hansel Divonc'e ✘ PERSONALITYInnocent, playful, cheery, merciful, and helpful...all are words that could lead to a series of rather...unfortunate events if used to describe Hansel. Although he does keep a cheerful demeanor, the young and rising business tycoon is anything but. He's a strange mixture of warm and ruthless, giving you a smile and a hug as he twists the knife in your back. Always calculating, he rarely has someone slip by him. He's also a socialite, and through his speaking skills he has acquired a powerful line of business connections. Upon seeing a direct flash from his camera, Hansel undergoes a fairly large change in his demeanor. His warmth is replaced with bloodthirst. His aura of acceptance is replaced with a thick air of distrust. He becomes a bit of a brute, really, his voice even carying a bit of a hiss. Another big difference is that he is more truthful, usually giving away vital information. Because of this, he has kept this secret, and very rarely takes a picture of himself using his own camera. ✘ LIKES Money Stories of Revenge City Information Wine Photography ✘ DISLIKES Cats Lack of Common Sense Stubbornness The smell of death Rust ✘ CRIMES Murder, Refusing to give vital information to an ongoing investigation, Media Censorship, Tax Evasion, Illegal Gambling, Arsony ✘ HABITS Taking pictures Touching the rose on his belt Gambling ✘ PHOBIAS Claustrophobia, Very slight Aquaphobia ✘ POSSESSIONS White Suit described in personality, Camera ✘ HISTORYFire. Beautiful, wonderous, fire. It leaped from the match, glided to the stove, and danced across the house. This fire was not Hansel's responsibility, but it was his burden. As he stared in awe at the fire, something had saved him from assured death. It was a field that covered his body in water. His eyes closed, he couldn't breath, but he was spared from the fire. A few slight burn marks grazed his skin, but these were mostly from heat, and were far better than the alternative. As the water shield lowered he gasped for air, shaking, lips blue and eyes frozen in fear. The five year old slowly walked towards the remnants of his mother, pulling out a digital camera, and accidently took a picture of the scene. Five years later, he had sentenced to death the person who had saved him. The picture he had taken linked the man with the water shield to the murder of his parents. He cried as the man was taken away. "Your honor", he said, his tutoring paying off, "I didn't press charges..." The robotic voice, cold and calculating, was clear. "Charges need not be placed for arsony." Hansel's watery eyes looked at the man. "W...why?" Before completely being dragged off, a small petal from the man's shoe dropped to the floor. A rose petal. Seven years later. Hansel had completed law school. The next day he had turned eighteen, and he had finally inherited his father's remaining possessions. It was quite a handsome inheritence. He still held his mother's camera, and it still worked. By now he had hardly remembered his parents. Still, his father's business needed to be managed, and although Hansel lacked the business skills to do it, he knew people that could make it work very well. He sued the chairmen of the board and sent many to jail, bringing in a small and elite new staff that had completely turned it around. Sadly, they had outwitted him, and blackmailed him in to giving them managerial powers and CEO powers as well. His business, a mere (yet successful) fuel supplier, had been stripped away from him. This was the only time Hansel had cried, and he didn't cry for long. A gun. A bullet. A single gun and a single bullet. It was all he needed. He shot the blackmailer, and someone shot at him. The shot hit his jacket pocket. At the time it was holding his camera, and his camera fell out, taking a picture of him. He stared at it, gun smoking, and his eyes slowly began to glow red. He lost cosciousness, but his body still moved. As if a dream, he had witnessed himself kill...while being himself...the remaining four chairmen. The gun had no ammo, and yet still they died. He knew what had happened. His camera, his mother's camera, was protecting him. It saw him cry, and let him change. Still, he began to slip in hiding it, and his crimes were soon laid before him..

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