Age: 19
Gender: Male
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With a height of 5'5"(Pretty short for a guy, eh?) and a small body frame, Shitsui is perfect for sneaking around in the shadows and making quick strikes. In order to strike deep fear in his prey, he paints his face slightly on his eyes, somewhat like a clowns eyes. Two upside-down triangles under his eyes, which he will then wet to make them look as if they are pouring down his face, like tears ruining mascara.
Personality: Shitsui is a rather strange character. He acts incredibly nice and polite, to give others a false sense of security and trust. Really, he is just a broken boy with a mind set on violence. In fact, he will usually go out of his way to take assassination missions for others, if they're not up for the task. He keeps these violent obsessions under check this way, in order to avoid having conflict with other Night Raiders. One might call Shitsui sadistic and even, though uncomfirmed, a masochist.
Though Shitsui acts friendly, helpful, and supportive of other Night Raiders, he has a tendency to get extremely pissed when called short, little, a runt, etc. Other then this, he has no real problems with the other members. In fact, he is extremely protective of other Night Raiders. Whether this is true feelings for the other members or simply to protect his murderous intentions are not known. It seems that the only people he shows true concern for are those born under poorer birth, just like him.
Biography: Born in the Tan District, Shitsui and his family had no home to live in other then the warehouses of other people. Sleep, food, and hygiene were luxuries for the once rich Mitsuhide family. They had been robbed of all their possessions by corrupt government officials and tax collectors and were forced to forever move from warehouse to warehouse in order to avoid being caught by the owners. One night, Shitsui's family was caught by a powerful crime-lord and Yakuza boss when he noticed rustling behind some crates in his warehouse and decided to take them to the gangs hideout in a corner of the Entertainment District.
They kept them in the dark for three months. with enough food and water to keep their bodies from going frail. Their nights of torture were long, painful, and agonizing. No one knew who they were or had even known of their disappearance. Those days of sitting in the basement of the Yakuza's hideout cracked Shitsui's mind and will, breaking him down until all he felt was a burning rage...a need to kill. Watching the pain, blood, and faces of fear on his parents began to feed his inner desires. When the final day had arrived, they had killed both his parents in brutal fashions in front of him. That was the final piece to make him snap. Before he had been killed, a figure in a cloak arrived in time to kill the gang of Yakuza, except for one...the very Boss who took his family.
With a dagger in hand, the figure handed Shitsui the weapon, as if to test him. Taking the dagger in his hand, he stared at it, with his heart racing with excitement. Carefully, he took his time with the Yakuza boss, enjoying the cries of mercy and agony from the older man. As the blood raced down the mans wounds, Shitsui's breathing had increased, and his pace began to quicken. Quickly taking the mans heart, he crushed it within his free hand, and watched the blood trickle down from his fingers. He was satisfied...and with this death, he had been invited to join the Night Raiders, to punish the corrupt and evil. More than happily, he accepted this offer...and since then, he has began to feed upon the pain and terror of his victims faces.
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