Post by Juzo Himura on Dec 2, 2020 14:49:58 GMT -4
Juzo Himura
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: XIII (pronounced X Triple I)
Player Name: khaozz
Faceclaim/Series: Nagito Komaeda / Danganronpa
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.77 m
Weight: 64 kg
Hair/Style: White, shoulder-length, wavy, messy
Skin/Scars: Very light and pale, numerous scars throughout body
Eyes: Gray, almond-shaped
Notables: Usually covers face with a gas mask
Player Name: khaozz
Faceclaim/Series: Nagito Komaeda / Danganronpa
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.77 m
Weight: 64 kg
Hair/Style: White, shoulder-length, wavy, messy
Skin/Scars: Very light and pale, numerous scars throughout body
Eyes: Gray, almond-shaped
Notables: Usually covers face with a gas mask
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Juzo is a relatively tall and thin young man, standing at 177 centimeters and weighing 64 kilograms. He has white hair that is shoulder-length, naturally wavy, and is usually very messy and untidy due to the fact that he doesn't really care to try and keep it neat. His eyes are light gray in color. Juzo's skin is very light and pale, almost sickly-looking. There are numerous scars throughout his body from various past burns, cuts, and injuries, although these are hidden by his clothing.
Speaking of clothes, Juzo typically wears the same or similar type of clothing, usually not liking to deviate from this outfit unless he has no choice. His favorite outfit consists of a thin dark green hooded jacket, a white t-shirt underneath the hoodie, black jeans, a wallet chain, and light brown shoes. In addition, Juzo also tends to wear a gas mask, especially when going out to commit crimes. The reason for this is not just to cover his face, but to make it easier to breathe due to the poisonous nature of his quirk. Speaking of his quirk, Juzo typically tries to get clothing made of fireproof (or fire resistant if the former is not available) materials, since he does not want to have to burn through his wallet in addition to burning through his victims.
POSITIVE
✔ Tenacious, confident, brave, optimistic, resourceful
NEGATIVE
✖ Insane, violent, sadistic, misanthropic, impulsive
LIKES
✔ Fire and heat, burning things, chaos, torturing people, dogs
DISLIKES
✖ Water and rain, the cold, most people, the law, boredom
Personality:
To say that Juzo is unhinged and crazy is a massive understatement. He is a ruthless and violent person, and his impulsive nature and tendency to do things without thinking only makes the violent outbursts worse. Due to the nature of his upbringing, Juzo has very little empathy or sympathy for other people, seeing them and himself as nothing more than worthless trash deserving of burning to death. He has no issue with killing a person, and he has no remorse in doing so. He can be very sadistic, relishing in the suffering of others. Juzo doesn't have a concept of right and wrong that would come close to resembling normal, having his own twisted moral code. All in all, it's not a stretch to call him a monster.
However, Juzo is not all bad. Even he has a few positive qualities. He is very determined, never being one to give up. When he sets his sights on a goal, he always does his best to see it through to the end. Juzo is very confident in his capabilities, never doubting himself even in the most dire of situations, but not to the point of overconfidence. He is also very optimistic. Even when everything seems to go wrong, Juzo doesn't complain or lose hope. He is a brave individual, not knowing the meaning of fear. Despite his violent and impulsive nature, Juzo can be surprisingly smart at times, being very resourceful and making use of the environment around him. And even though Juzo treats people horribly, he is incredibly kind and caring to animals (especially dogs) and the very few people that Juzo has managed to warm up to. All in all, while he is still very much a lunatic, Juzo is not a complete monster.
Juzo is a relatively tall and thin young man, standing at 177 centimeters and weighing 64 kilograms. He has white hair that is shoulder-length, naturally wavy, and is usually very messy and untidy due to the fact that he doesn't really care to try and keep it neat. His eyes are light gray in color. Juzo's skin is very light and pale, almost sickly-looking. There are numerous scars throughout his body from various past burns, cuts, and injuries, although these are hidden by his clothing.
Speaking of clothes, Juzo typically wears the same or similar type of clothing, usually not liking to deviate from this outfit unless he has no choice. His favorite outfit consists of a thin dark green hooded jacket, a white t-shirt underneath the hoodie, black jeans, a wallet chain, and light brown shoes. In addition, Juzo also tends to wear a gas mask, especially when going out to commit crimes. The reason for this is not just to cover his face, but to make it easier to breathe due to the poisonous nature of his quirk. Speaking of his quirk, Juzo typically tries to get clothing made of fireproof (or fire resistant if the former is not available) materials, since he does not want to have to burn through his wallet in addition to burning through his victims.
POSITIVE
✔ Tenacious, confident, brave, optimistic, resourceful
NEGATIVE
✖ Insane, violent, sadistic, misanthropic, impulsive
LIKES
✔ Fire and heat, burning things, chaos, torturing people, dogs
DISLIKES
✖ Water and rain, the cold, most people, the law, boredom
Personality:
To say that Juzo is unhinged and crazy is a massive understatement. He is a ruthless and violent person, and his impulsive nature and tendency to do things without thinking only makes the violent outbursts worse. Due to the nature of his upbringing, Juzo has very little empathy or sympathy for other people, seeing them and himself as nothing more than worthless trash deserving of burning to death. He has no issue with killing a person, and he has no remorse in doing so. He can be very sadistic, relishing in the suffering of others. Juzo doesn't have a concept of right and wrong that would come close to resembling normal, having his own twisted moral code. All in all, it's not a stretch to call him a monster.
However, Juzo is not all bad. Even he has a few positive qualities. He is very determined, never being one to give up. When he sets his sights on a goal, he always does his best to see it through to the end. Juzo is very confident in his capabilities, never doubting himself even in the most dire of situations, but not to the point of overconfidence. He is also very optimistic. Even when everything seems to go wrong, Juzo doesn't complain or lose hope. He is a brave individual, not knowing the meaning of fear. Despite his violent and impulsive nature, Juzo can be surprisingly smart at times, being very resourceful and making use of the environment around him. And even though Juzo treats people horribly, he is incredibly kind and caring to animals (especially dogs) and the very few people that Juzo has managed to warm up to. All in all, while he is still very much a lunatic, Juzo is not a complete monster.
HISTORY
Some people just want to watch the world burn. From these individuals, there are those willing to do it themselves. I'm one of those people. This is the story of one such individual, and the circumstances leading to my decision to want to set the world on fire with my own two hands. This is the story of the pyromaniac lunatic named Juzo Himura.
From what I can remember, the first couple of years in my life were nothing special. I was born in one of Tokyo's hospitals. I was apparently a healthy and problem-free baby, to the delight of my two loving parents. My family weren't the richest folks around, but we got by decently. Overall, it was a simple yet comfortable life.
However, that all changed when I was 4. At that age, my quirk began to manifest itself. And it could not have come at a worse possible time. We were all at home, eating dinner peacefully. That was when disaster struck. I suddenly and uncontrollably began to spew poisonous gas. While this was not enough to fill the entire room, my parents were unfortunate enough to be too close to their gas-spewing son, and ended up breathing in too much of the gas. Naturally, I ended up feeling the effects of my own poison, and ended up collapsing. It was a miracle that an ambulance had just managed to arrive in time. A few minutes later, and I would not have been able to make it.
However, mom and dad were far less fortunate. It did not take very long for poor me to learn what had happened. My parents had died, and by my own hand, no less. I didn't mean to, of course. After all, there was no way a child like me could control such a dangerous quirk at such a young age. However, there was nothing to be done. I had now lost both my mother and father, and thus had to be sent away to my only known relatives, my 'dearest' aunt and uncle.
However, neither of them wanted anything to do with me. They didn't care that I was just a little boy who had no control over my quirk. As far as they were concerned, I was a monster, a freak, a demon child who deserved to be cast away. So after taking what was left of my parents' money, those assholes sent me away to an orphanage, where I would stay for the next five years. Five lonely years, as none of the other orphans or adults wanted to even go near little old me. It's not like I suffered or anything, but it was incredibly lonely. The only friends I could make were a few stray dogs that occasionally got close to the orphanage. It was always a shame whenever the dogs were driven away by one of the orphans or orphanage staff. They were far more friendly to me than any of the people at the orphanage. Maybe that's what started my love and appreciation for dogs.
A few days after I had just turned 10, a married couple had come to visit the orphanage. A quirkless man and woman, around their mid or late 30s if I had to guess. They saw me and must have taken a liking to me or something. Either that or they pitied me because I was always alone. Regardless, they decided to take me in, along with a few other children. After saying goodbye to the orphanage (not that anyone there cared that I would be leaving, nor did I really care, to be honest), I went with the couple and the other children, getting in the car and watching through the car window as we all drove off to a small isolated home in the woods on the outskirts of Tokyo. Would this be the start of something new and nice? Would I finally have a proper family? Would I finally be able to make friends with actual people and not just dogs? Would things finally start going my way for once?
However, this couple's intentions were far from benevolent. They were crazed and maniacal psychopaths who only pretended to be normal. In actuality, they wanted children to use for their various sick experiments, all in the name of 'science' or whatever. I refuse to use their actual names. Would you bother to name two pieces of crap, garbage, etc.? Anyway, since the nefarious couple were unable to produce children on their own, they chose to adopt some to turn into their secret victims. To say that the next several years of my life was a living hell was a complete understatement. Me and the other children were treated like lab rats, subject to constant physical, mental, and emotional abuse. There was no hope for any of us, no one to know of our troubles, no one to come to the rescue. The abusive couple were just too good at keeping a low profile, and lived away from anyone else. One by one, each of the other children slowly succumbed to death from the various wounds inflicted on them.
Eventually, only I was left. I alone managed to endure the horrid conditions I was placed in. Only I managed to fight through the pain and torture that I had to go through. Astounded by my resilience, the twisted couple decided to take in a stray dog as a 'reward' for me. Naturally, I instantly bonded with her, naming my new friend Kaze. Kaze became a tiny ray of hope for me. A tiny beam of light to help endure the oppressive darkness, the flame to help fight off the numbing cold. Whenever I felt horrible, she would help comfort me. She was there for me in a way that no person since my parents' death was.
But of course, that hope could not last forever. The wicked couple had to make sure of that.
On the day of my 13th birthday, I would be met with a horrific sight upon getting up from the dark and damp corner of the floor I called my bed. Kaze, my one and only friend here, was being kicked and beaten to death by those two horrible people. Yelps and whines from the poor dog filled the room as the couple laughed, ignoring my crying and begging for them to stop as they continued harming the poor bloody girl. It was the couple's horrible way of wishing their lone victim a 'happy' birthday. Their attempt to finally break the lone survivor.
And break I did. It was at that moment, the moment Kaze had let out her final whimper before finally being put out of her misery, that I had finally snapped. And I had snapped hard.
The laughing couple had soon found themselves coughing severely as the room began to quickly fill up with a strange blue gas. My quirk, which I had done everything I could out of fear to suppress and repress in the past ever since mom and dad's deaths, was finally unleashed in full force. I had discovered two things on that day. One, I could ignite the poison gas that I was able to produce by vibrating the gas hard enough, and I could fully control the blue flames. And two, giving in to the urge to kill was far easier than I expected. There was no hesitation at all. The sounds of screaming as the evil couple slowly burned to their deaths felt so satisfying, so euphoric! Being able to torture those who had tortured me for so long. It felt cathartic! It was the best feeling ever! Picking up the deceased Kaze and gently carrying her in my arms, I left the home that was my prison for so long, leaving the place to burn down to ashes.
After going in deep in the woods to give my poor friend the proper funeral she deserves, I knew there were two more people that needed a similar punishment. That's right, dearest aunt and uncle needed to pay for sending me away. They're the reason that I was sent to that orphanage, the reason I ever crossed paths with that horrid couple. So I wandered around in the middle of the night, eventually found my way to their place, sighed in relief when I saw that those two still lived in that place, and then made my move. I found a lead pipe outside, broke into aunt and uncle's place, knocked them both unconscious, tied them up together, and... Well I can't go into too much detail. I'd have to censor most of it. But what I can say is that there was a lot of blood, a lot of screaming from them, a lot of laughing from me, and plenty of poison gas and fire. I made sure to take my time, to prolong their suffering as long as possible before finally granting those two the mercy of death. Afterwards, I just let their place burn down with their corpses still inside.
After getting my revenge, I began my new life on the run. I had no choice but to learn to take care of myself, to fend for myself. At first, I tried to do everything by myself. I wanted to be independent. Plus, I simply don't trust people. So I lived on the streets for over a year, always on the move. I even stole a mask to cover my face to make it a bit hard for anyone to recognize me and rat me out to the cops. But it quickly became apparent that I couldn't go very far on my own. I needed protection, especially from the nosy law enforcement that were constantly hot on my trail. So at the age of 15, I begrudgingly joined a local gang. Tried to see if they could be of any use to me. Not that I would ever trust them, but perhaps strength in numbers could be enough to make up for that? So I stayed with this small gang for three years.
As it turned out, those three years were a complete waste of my time. The gang proved to not only be incompetent and untrustworthy, but also pretty jealous of my destructive quirk. They ratted me out to the cops. I had to fight my absolute hardest just to escape. I ended up killing two cops. I had to burn them alive just to get out of there. After that, I decided to have my revenge on those traitors. Seven scumbags that thought they could be rid of me. Before they could try to ambush me or run away, I got to them first. It wasn't an easy fight. There were plenty of times when it looked like I was about to get the beating of my life. But in the end, six quirkless goons armed with nothing but bats and pipes, and the gang leader with a weak quirk, all choked and burned by my hand.
So I was 18, with nowhere to go, the cops after me, and the blood of 13 people on my hands. Plus, there was now a pro-hero system going on, so I had fellow quirkers to worry about. Don't even get me started on that mess. Anyway, what was I to do? With options seemingly few and nearly nonexistent, it would have been easy for me to become hopeless, to just give up. But no, I made it this far. I wasn't done yet. I could keep going.
My optimism actually paid off. I found another group. Not a weak gang filled with nobodies like the last one, but the real deal. These guys seem far more competent and trustworthy. Not like I completely trust anyone, given my past interactions with people, but at least this group gives off the impression that they actually look after their own. I met with the leader, and we worked out a very simple arrangement. I do whatever jobs he has for me, and in exchange, I'm given a roof over my head, some actual decent food, money to get new clothes with, victims to vent my anger and frustrations on, and for the first time in a very long time, access to warm water. All those things I should have had but was denied up until this point. A pretty sweet gig, if I do say so myself.
And this was my new life for the past year or so. I'm content with my new 'family' so far. They haven't turned on me yet, so I won't betray them. And if things do go south, I can always leave. I know how to take care of myself. I'm a survivor, after all. And no matter what, I'll continue to survive. Even if that means burning down anyone who gets in my way. Law enforcement, heroes, vigilantes, even other villains like me. I don't care what kind of people I have to burn down.
That brings this story to the present day. I'm still around, still burning things to the ground like the crazy pyromaniac that I am. Only time will tell how long this story will continue. But regardless of how long or short my story will be, I'll continue to move forward. I'll burn down whatever obstacles stand in my way. And I'll do it with a smile on my face.
From what I can remember, the first couple of years in my life were nothing special. I was born in one of Tokyo's hospitals. I was apparently a healthy and problem-free baby, to the delight of my two loving parents. My family weren't the richest folks around, but we got by decently. Overall, it was a simple yet comfortable life.
However, that all changed when I was 4. At that age, my quirk began to manifest itself. And it could not have come at a worse possible time. We were all at home, eating dinner peacefully. That was when disaster struck. I suddenly and uncontrollably began to spew poisonous gas. While this was not enough to fill the entire room, my parents were unfortunate enough to be too close to their gas-spewing son, and ended up breathing in too much of the gas. Naturally, I ended up feeling the effects of my own poison, and ended up collapsing. It was a miracle that an ambulance had just managed to arrive in time. A few minutes later, and I would not have been able to make it.
However, mom and dad were far less fortunate. It did not take very long for poor me to learn what had happened. My parents had died, and by my own hand, no less. I didn't mean to, of course. After all, there was no way a child like me could control such a dangerous quirk at such a young age. However, there was nothing to be done. I had now lost both my mother and father, and thus had to be sent away to my only known relatives, my 'dearest' aunt and uncle.
However, neither of them wanted anything to do with me. They didn't care that I was just a little boy who had no control over my quirk. As far as they were concerned, I was a monster, a freak, a demon child who deserved to be cast away. So after taking what was left of my parents' money, those assholes sent me away to an orphanage, where I would stay for the next five years. Five lonely years, as none of the other orphans or adults wanted to even go near little old me. It's not like I suffered or anything, but it was incredibly lonely. The only friends I could make were a few stray dogs that occasionally got close to the orphanage. It was always a shame whenever the dogs were driven away by one of the orphans or orphanage staff. They were far more friendly to me than any of the people at the orphanage. Maybe that's what started my love and appreciation for dogs.
A few days after I had just turned 10, a married couple had come to visit the orphanage. A quirkless man and woman, around their mid or late 30s if I had to guess. They saw me and must have taken a liking to me or something. Either that or they pitied me because I was always alone. Regardless, they decided to take me in, along with a few other children. After saying goodbye to the orphanage (not that anyone there cared that I would be leaving, nor did I really care, to be honest), I went with the couple and the other children, getting in the car and watching through the car window as we all drove off to a small isolated home in the woods on the outskirts of Tokyo. Would this be the start of something new and nice? Would I finally have a proper family? Would I finally be able to make friends with actual people and not just dogs? Would things finally start going my way for once?
However, this couple's intentions were far from benevolent. They were crazed and maniacal psychopaths who only pretended to be normal. In actuality, they wanted children to use for their various sick experiments, all in the name of 'science' or whatever. I refuse to use their actual names. Would you bother to name two pieces of crap, garbage, etc.? Anyway, since the nefarious couple were unable to produce children on their own, they chose to adopt some to turn into their secret victims. To say that the next several years of my life was a living hell was a complete understatement. Me and the other children were treated like lab rats, subject to constant physical, mental, and emotional abuse. There was no hope for any of us, no one to know of our troubles, no one to come to the rescue. The abusive couple were just too good at keeping a low profile, and lived away from anyone else. One by one, each of the other children slowly succumbed to death from the various wounds inflicted on them.
Eventually, only I was left. I alone managed to endure the horrid conditions I was placed in. Only I managed to fight through the pain and torture that I had to go through. Astounded by my resilience, the twisted couple decided to take in a stray dog as a 'reward' for me. Naturally, I instantly bonded with her, naming my new friend Kaze. Kaze became a tiny ray of hope for me. A tiny beam of light to help endure the oppressive darkness, the flame to help fight off the numbing cold. Whenever I felt horrible, she would help comfort me. She was there for me in a way that no person since my parents' death was.
But of course, that hope could not last forever. The wicked couple had to make sure of that.
On the day of my 13th birthday, I would be met with a horrific sight upon getting up from the dark and damp corner of the floor I called my bed. Kaze, my one and only friend here, was being kicked and beaten to death by those two horrible people. Yelps and whines from the poor dog filled the room as the couple laughed, ignoring my crying and begging for them to stop as they continued harming the poor bloody girl. It was the couple's horrible way of wishing their lone victim a 'happy' birthday. Their attempt to finally break the lone survivor.
And break I did. It was at that moment, the moment Kaze had let out her final whimper before finally being put out of her misery, that I had finally snapped. And I had snapped hard.
The laughing couple had soon found themselves coughing severely as the room began to quickly fill up with a strange blue gas. My quirk, which I had done everything I could out of fear to suppress and repress in the past ever since mom and dad's deaths, was finally unleashed in full force. I had discovered two things on that day. One, I could ignite the poison gas that I was able to produce by vibrating the gas hard enough, and I could fully control the blue flames. And two, giving in to the urge to kill was far easier than I expected. There was no hesitation at all. The sounds of screaming as the evil couple slowly burned to their deaths felt so satisfying, so euphoric! Being able to torture those who had tortured me for so long. It felt cathartic! It was the best feeling ever! Picking up the deceased Kaze and gently carrying her in my arms, I left the home that was my prison for so long, leaving the place to burn down to ashes.
After going in deep in the woods to give my poor friend the proper funeral she deserves, I knew there were two more people that needed a similar punishment. That's right, dearest aunt and uncle needed to pay for sending me away. They're the reason that I was sent to that orphanage, the reason I ever crossed paths with that horrid couple. So I wandered around in the middle of the night, eventually found my way to their place, sighed in relief when I saw that those two still lived in that place, and then made my move. I found a lead pipe outside, broke into aunt and uncle's place, knocked them both unconscious, tied them up together, and... Well I can't go into too much detail. I'd have to censor most of it. But what I can say is that there was a lot of blood, a lot of screaming from them, a lot of laughing from me, and plenty of poison gas and fire. I made sure to take my time, to prolong their suffering as long as possible before finally granting those two the mercy of death. Afterwards, I just let their place burn down with their corpses still inside.
After getting my revenge, I began my new life on the run. I had no choice but to learn to take care of myself, to fend for myself. At first, I tried to do everything by myself. I wanted to be independent. Plus, I simply don't trust people. So I lived on the streets for over a year, always on the move. I even stole a mask to cover my face to make it a bit hard for anyone to recognize me and rat me out to the cops. But it quickly became apparent that I couldn't go very far on my own. I needed protection, especially from the nosy law enforcement that were constantly hot on my trail. So at the age of 15, I begrudgingly joined a local gang. Tried to see if they could be of any use to me. Not that I would ever trust them, but perhaps strength in numbers could be enough to make up for that? So I stayed with this small gang for three years.
As it turned out, those three years were a complete waste of my time. The gang proved to not only be incompetent and untrustworthy, but also pretty jealous of my destructive quirk. They ratted me out to the cops. I had to fight my absolute hardest just to escape. I ended up killing two cops. I had to burn them alive just to get out of there. After that, I decided to have my revenge on those traitors. Seven scumbags that thought they could be rid of me. Before they could try to ambush me or run away, I got to them first. It wasn't an easy fight. There were plenty of times when it looked like I was about to get the beating of my life. But in the end, six quirkless goons armed with nothing but bats and pipes, and the gang leader with a weak quirk, all choked and burned by my hand.
So I was 18, with nowhere to go, the cops after me, and the blood of 13 people on my hands. Plus, there was now a pro-hero system going on, so I had fellow quirkers to worry about. Don't even get me started on that mess. Anyway, what was I to do? With options seemingly few and nearly nonexistent, it would have been easy for me to become hopeless, to just give up. But no, I made it this far. I wasn't done yet. I could keep going.
My optimism actually paid off. I found another group. Not a weak gang filled with nobodies like the last one, but the real deal. These guys seem far more competent and trustworthy. Not like I completely trust anyone, given my past interactions with people, but at least this group gives off the impression that they actually look after their own. I met with the leader, and we worked out a very simple arrangement. I do whatever jobs he has for me, and in exchange, I'm given a roof over my head, some actual decent food, money to get new clothes with, victims to vent my anger and frustrations on, and for the first time in a very long time, access to warm water. All those things I should have had but was denied up until this point. A pretty sweet gig, if I do say so myself.
And this was my new life for the past year or so. I'm content with my new 'family' so far. They haven't turned on me yet, so I won't betray them. And if things do go south, I can always leave. I know how to take care of myself. I'm a survivor, after all. And no matter what, I'll continue to survive. Even if that means burning down anyone who gets in my way. Law enforcement, heroes, vigilantes, even other villains like me. I don't care what kind of people I have to burn down.
That brings this story to the present day. I'm still around, still burning things to the ground like the crazy pyromaniac that I am. Only time will tell how long this story will continue. But regardless of how long or short my story will be, I'll continue to move forward. I'll burn down whatever obstacles stand in my way. And I'll do it with a smile on my face.
