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♪Symphonic Suite DEVIL Third Movement||Hiroyuki Sawano♪
Rin Okumura|| Ao No Exorcist
♠Name♠
Hiro Yamashashi
♠Age♠
16
♠Gender♠
Male
♠Height♠
5"8
♠Weight♠
135 Pounds
♠Type♠
Pyro
♠Physical Description♠
The first thing one would notice about Hiro is that he is not exactly normal-looking: midnight blue hair, pointed ears, and fangs separate him from more baseline humans, forever marking him as a "mutt". In addition to this, his eyes are a slightly lighter shade of blue than his hair and his face is very expressive, either contorting itself in wide grins of happiness or fierce grimaces of anger, often at a drop of a hat. He is tall and strong for his age, the result of the physical conditioning inherent in his life as a mutt. His most unique feature, however, is the color of his flames. Thanks to genetic augmentation and experimentation, he was born with the ability to produce blue flames rather than the normal orange-yellow flames of other Pyros. These are much deadlier and harder to control and this combined with his extremely emotional personality makes him seen as something of a wildcard liable to harm friend and foe alike.
Likes
+Cooking
+Anime/Manga
+Sweets
+Pretty girls
+Martial Arts
+His powers
Dislikes
-Hurting people
-Being treated as a monster/subhuman
-Bullies
-Cowards
Fears
☠Harming someone severely
☠Being alone
☠Being a monster
Hiro is quite an excitable individual despite being cooped up in the facility all his life. He is extremely extroverted and friendly to everyone else. This, unfortunately, is not the best type of personality for a pyro, particularly one with his unique abilities. He feels strongly and lashes out with either words or actions when angered, not shutting up or calming down unless he is spent or someone is there to keep him in check. Despite lashing out when angered, Hiro isn't the type to normally hold grudges save for truly sadistic individuals. He'll calm down immediately once he's satisfied or someone or something distracts him and he'll honestly feel bad for whatever he burns if angered.
Hiro is fundamentally a people person and he gets extremely depressed if he's isolated or treated as some kind of monster. He knows he is dangerous, but he just longs for a normal life. He enjoys cooking and over the years, has become extremely proficient at it, able to make anything from spicy Cajun cuisine to tradition Japanese fare and ambrosia-like cakes. This is how he shows his affection to people and he gets extremely upset when his food is insulted or dismissed.
He is one of the more rebellious mutts. Hiro hates the experiments and the tests and in particular, he despises Shinjiro Tatsumi, having experience with his sadistic side firsthand. Hiro wants to be free, but his sense of loyalty keeps him from escaping without his friends.
Hiro did not like being in Watanabe's office. It was cold and he could feel the eyes of the rest of the professors on him, studying him like a bug. Swinging his legs on a chair too tall for his child's body, Hiro glared defiantly at the director. He had mixed feelings about the old man: father, jailer, scientist, etc. All those different roles the man assumed at different points in his life made his head spin. Today, however, he settled on glaring at the old man defiantly. He hadn't done anything wrong.
"My boy, you should apologize to poor Shinjiro-san. You really hurt him badly."
Hiro scowled at him.
"He should be apologizing to me! The asshole kept making my blood burn! He's lucky I didn't burn him to a crisp!"
The old man sighed that long-suffering sigh that Hiro hated. He refused to look at him, only glaring at the plant in the corner, causing it to erupt in blue flame. There were gasps and a flurry of movement, but the old man remained non-plussed.
"Can you please put that out, Hiro-chan?" he asked him. With a grimace, Hiro did so, causing Watanabe to smile gently at him, "That's better. Now, you know that Shinjiro-san was only doing his job, Hiro-san. He has to inject you with different compounds to stabilize your powers. You should be thanking him, but I won't press you into doing that. Instead, I want you to promise that you won't do it again and apologize to him when he gets out of the medbay. Have I made myself, clear?"
Hiro scowled, but he knew there was no way he was going to win. Still, he held out for a few long minutes, refusing to say anything. Watanabe sighed.
"We may have to put you into isolation if you cannot control yourself...."
"Fine. I won't do it again. And I'll apologize to the bastard. Can I go now?"
Without waiting for an answer, Hiro leapt down from his chair and made his way out of the office. He'd be paying for this later, he knew, but he didn't regret it. Not one bit.