[ B A S I C · I N F O R M A T I O N ]
Name : Rhymu Die Nullte (pronounced as Di Nul-te)
D.O.B. : June 5
Age : 16
Gender : Male
Height : 5â5â ft
Weight : 115 lbs
Device ID#: 346521
[ O C C U P A T I O N ]
Part-time assistant at a nursery school
He started working with Beate after dropping out of school. The employer was someone Beate personally knows, only taking both out of pity. Instead of getting a regular salary, they both get free rent in a small apartment while receiving an occasional allowance.
[ D E M O N I C · W E A P O N ]
Raindrops â Magical
Twin bladed-tonfa guns. It can shoot water at high-pressures that can rival the power of a firemanâs hose or water cannon, rendering the user immobile to prevent himself from being thrown backwards because of the strong recoil. The blades are just like water jet cutters, able to mutilate objects and people at close range. Although, both guns cannot utilize the blades while shooting and vice versa since they have to reroute the water according to the mode of attack range, having to shift either to close or long range.
â P E R S O N A L I T Y
âA smile is all you need.â
[ N O R M A L ]
[ Altruist | Optimist | Warm-hearted | Loyal | Cheerful | Easily Sidetracked | Reliant | Weak-willed ]
Rhymu is a happy-go-lucky bona fide optimist, able to easily appreciate the good in the smallest of things that are hardly seen by many. He believes in the notion to âlive life to the fullestâ and to avoid looking back at things with regret. Aside from his cheery disposition, he does have his silly moments that are often caused by naivety or plain clumsiness. Somehow he lacks âcommon senseâ. By nature he is very friendly since he likes to get along with people, often thinking about the feelings of others out of pure genuine concern. Reason why heâs like this is because he treasures the company of those he befriended, being a person who couldnât bear fights, arguments, and solitude. Thus, he will always try to adjust to the other person for the sake of company. Although his kindness may be a good thing, it makes him incredibly vulnerable to deceit because of his tendencies to be easily attached and trusting to almost anyone. But no matter how dire or how dark a situation may get, he will always find a way to smile⊠even if it means to forgive and forget.
[ Z E R O ]
[ Aloof | Pessimist | Detached | Ruthless | Tactless | Cunning | Selfish | Independent | Arrogant ]
Unfortunately, his zero form doesnât seem to share the same sunny outlook and disposition his normal self has. The once caring and thoughtful boy, who is completely unaware of the existence of another personality, became cold and completely detached from the people around him, clearly unexpressive and seemingly unable to show or feel emotion. He rarely even speaks but when he does, itâs usually snarky comments that are spoken in such a monotonous manner. It is as if he became an entirely different person especially during battle, showing neither hesitation to fight nor concern for fellow zeros. To him, thereâs not much a difference from ally and foe.
Although it may seem that the zero formâs personality is a manifestation from his will to live in the midst of danger inside âThe Worldâ, having appeared during his first battle, it is actually his âtrueâ self. Even if the normal personality bears the likeness of the original, the colder personality came to be after being warped from deep guilt and self-hatred; having accepted and fully embraced his âsinâ unlike his normal self that denied it from ever happening. Thus, the normal personality doesnât remember a thing about his crime (also extremely clueless of the games and totally not taking it seriously). Although, he unconsciously avoids hospitals and gardens. The conflicting resolutions were strong enough to make his personality split. There are rare instances that the colder personality appears even outside âThe Worldâ when he feels threatened physically or if the other one is at the risk of knowing the truth. It is as if he unconsciously recreated his old, kind self to protect and retain his happiness.
[ L I K E S Ă D I S L I K E S ]
+ Sweets
+ Kids
+ Being with others
+ Family
+ Cleaning and doing chores
+ Swimming
+ Rain
+ Music
+ Singing
+ Dancing (Breaking)
+ Watching movies
+ Rabbits
- Elevators
- Unkempt things
- Bitter things
- Being alone
- Himself
âB I O G R A P H Y
âOptimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.â
â Voltaire
âI grew up only with a mom and live in a small apartment in zone two. Unlike most of the buildings here, I think the one we live in is one of the oldest since it had the weirdest looking (vintage as some would describe it) elevator that creaks and stops every now and then. Getting stuck in it is kinda scary. Schoolâs also nearby since itâs just one train stop away. Oh! And momâs a music teacher who teaches where I study as well, and sometimes she would teach me too whenever we got home together. It was because of her I love music so much, especially the classics. Not that I keep it a secret but many of my songs in my music player are compositions she made. We are almost always together, may it be at school, out to the mall, or at home.
âSince we didnât have much, we often make our own clothes and food rather than buy all the time. Mom usually worries and asks if I was getting bored with our pastimes but I would always say there was never a time I didnât enjoy it. Bonding is bonding after all and I never tire from it! She would say sorry a lot too with how she treats me more of a daughter than a son especially since she admitted that she wanted a girl when she had me. She said she couldnât help it because I really look like her. It was funny really and I didnât mind because I just want her to be happy.
âI had lots of friends as well from school or from my momâs own set of friends; I could only wish that there was more time in a day so I could spend it with all of them. There was just this one friend that mom usually talks about that I havenât met yet. She would usually wear this special smile that she used to only give me whenever she talks about him, and the more I listened⊠the more I wanted to meet him because he sounds like a wonderful person. It was definitely a simple life honestly but it was a life I love more than any other.
âI really thought that it would just go on normally like this but⊠mom just⊠collapsed one day. I heard it from one of her co-teachers that she was rushed to the hospital. I was dismissed immediately from class so I could check up on her. I⊠I didnât know what I should feel⊠but I was scared. But I need to be brave because what matters now is that mom needs me. I want to see her so badly when I got there but I was greeted by one of the doctors who suddenly bombarded me with questions.
Was she displaying strange behavior for the past days? Is she taking any medication? Has she been having any medical check-ups lately? How has she been feeling prior to this day?
âI did my best to respond to all the questions, but could only give vague answers since I donât know what was really going on either. I only mentioned how she seemed to be dizzier nowadays, getting frequent headaches, and sometimes vomiting early in the morning; only to be affirmed by her it was ânormalâ. Then⊠I heard something I didnât expect. The doctor told me she was diagnosed with brain tumor some months ago, classified as a supratentorial high-grade glioma (I donât really know what this is but it sounds really bad) but refused to take some treatment. I didnât really understand how dangerous it is but⊠just hearing the word âtumorâ is enough for me to be shocked. Mom didnât say anything about this⊠She always told me everything; her life, her preferences, her experiences⊠but I guess not all of her secrets. This was the first time I wished I didnât listen to her when she said everything was âalrightâ and that I shouldnât worry. The doctor kept explaining how the tumor became worse in such a short amount of time and that it has affected her other bodily functions that requires her to be hooked on life support since she was now in a comatose state. The information overload⊠the news⊠itâs too much to take that it began to sound like droning.
âI didnât want to listen anymore until the doctor said there was still a small chance she could be saved since her condition is curable. That was the only consolation he could offer me. And even if he said her survival rate was low, I could only hope because there was still a chance. He said it would just be a matter of time before they could begin an operation since theyâre waiting for someone to sign a consent form, something I couldnât sign because I wasnât old enough. Who could it be? I didnât know any other relatives we might have because I only knew there were just the two of us⊠because dad left.
âWhen I finally came in momâs room, I saw her. Itâs like she was just sleeping but⊠this time Iâm not sure if she would⊠wake up. I just went close to her and held her hand. The next thing I knew⊠I was crying. And the tears didnât stop.
Mom⊠please be okayâŠ
âI kept waiting and waiting until I fell asleep by her bed side. In a blink of an eye, I just knew I was in a garden in bright daylight all of a sudden. Itâs that same garden that mom takes care of behind the school building. Then I saw her smiling at me as she was tending to a flowerbed. I went to her and I realized she was having a hard time taking out a weed that seems to be stuck. I bent down next to her and tried to tug it with her. It was really tough to pull. I told her Iâd try doing it myself then she let it go, giving me that special smile⊠but it looked sad for some reason. I think Iâm dreaming but⊠everything felt all too real. I really really tried my hardest and then when I managed to actually pull it out⊠I woke up.
âIâm confused. Iâm still in the hospital room alright but I was no longer by the bed⊠but rather near a bleeping machine that suddenly gave a flat, loud beep. What was going on?! I panicked. Then⊠when I looked at my hand⊠thereâs a plug. It just dawned to me what I just did.
âI just stared at mom as she began to lose color from her face, the flat noise ringing in my ears. A nurse suddenly entered the room and ran to mom. I couldnât understand or take in what she was saying but she looked scared when she looked at me with the plug at hand. She started shouting and I could hear several footsteps outside. I was scared. So many things going on! I didnât know what to do so I ran. I kept on running even after I left the hospital. I didnât care if my feet got blisters, my legs ached, or my chest began to hurt. I didnât care when I couldnât feel them anymore. I just didnât care. I just want to get away so I kept on running.
âItâs my fault mom wonât wake up. Itâs my fault. Itâs not true. Itâs all just a dream. Thatâs right. Mom will be okay. Weâll all be happy just like we always are. Iâll make her favorite Sweet Minuet Pancakes first thing in the morning! Thatâs what I kept telling myself over and over when I hid under a bridge. Thatâs right. Tomorrow things will be normal again.
âThen someone I didnât know came up to me. But before I could even see his face⊠I passed out. I could only feel warm after. Was this someoneâs back? Was I being carried? I didnât know. But it was strangely comfortable. Maybe because I didnât realize I was already freezing.
âI just began to forget.
âAnd believe my lieâŠ
âAlthough⊠a part of me knowsâŠ
âI killed mom.â