Vitale Suzuki

He doesn't care enough to remember his past, but here it is.

Vitale was born to a fairly rich Japanese-Italian family. He lazed around each day, living a very comfortable life. His parents never did anything to discipline him, leaving his care taking all to their servants. They despised him as he grew up, only being even lazier as the days went by. He had the personality of a spoiled rotten prince with the inability to do anything for himself.

The servants around treated him horribly, and as he grew into his teenage years, they stopped doing things for him. He only had one servant that still allowed him to be slightly lazy. He still had to keep up with his studies and personal hygiene, but the servant did everything else for him. Vitale thought he was the only one who treated him kindly, hell he didn't even see his parents anymore. He assumed they moved out. But the servant was nice to him, and didn't call him those rude names the other ones did.

One thing Vitale found was a bit odd about the servant was how sick he got after the man took control over taking care of him. At first, the sickness was once every so often, but it gradually worsened. Doctors were unable to explain what it was, and all he could do was hope he got better. Over time, he was unable to even exit his bed. He had to rely even more on those around him. Vitale was in the middle of his 17th year when he passed away.

Vitale had woken up somewhere that wasn't his bed. It was confusing at first, but he knew he had died. Vitale lazed around Hell, not bothering to change his lifestyle just because he died. It would have been too troublesome to even try to change. He did what he knew how to do, which wasn't much.

After a few years of finding the perfect spot to laze around in and tearing those apart who tried to take his spot, he decided to go on a search. His search was based on personal interest, he thought it would be funny to find all beings just as lazy, or even lazier than he was. Not surprisingly there were many, however one of them stood out from the rest. He was the embodiment of the sin of sloth itself. Not only was this man unbelievably unmotivated to do anything, but he was also unbelievably strong. It must have taken so much work to be able to not do anything, yet still be strong enough to not be fucked with. Vitale began admiring this man, and became his pet. Vitale wanted to stand by Vilof's side, as an equal and trained every day for about a week before losing inspiration and giving up.

Vitale then wanted, not to be as strong, but to be adored as a sort of younger sibling or a student. His wishes were never granted true when Vilof ended up being too lazy to even pay attention to him. He began to suspect Vilof didn't care because he wasn't a beautiful young woman. Vitale began dressing as a woman, in hopes towards getting attention from Vilof. He had gotten attention, but not from who he had wanted it from. He took the attention as something and continued cross dressing, even though it hadn't worked out the way he initially planned.

Vitale tried becoming stronger again. He had figured he wasn't being paid attention to because he was weak. He trained up as hard as he could, but again that only lasted for a short amount of time before he gave up. He found different ways to try to gain attention, like wrecking havoc on the human world. He was able to be seen by humans, unlike the normal togabito, so it was much easier to do these kinds of things. He'd use his ability to be seen to commit severe crimes on humanity while in some animal disguise.

Vitale committed several massacres within 50 years of eachother, each time dressed as a wolf. He hoped that these would allow him to gain some form of affection. Anything simple would have helped at that point. It never worked out as he planned. He still went by, ignored. He had no idea what he was doing wrong.

Vitale was around 220 years old when he began to suspect it was because Vilof wanted an actual pet, and not a human looking one. He began dressing up as various kinds of animals, but like his other attempts that didn't work. After awhile he began mixing up what he tried. He tried getting stronger and dressing like a woman again, then he tried getting stronger and dressing like an animal. After both of those failed, he tried combining all three. Vitale knew there was no use when he was dressed up as a cat maid, kicking ass and still being ignored. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, but maybe Vilof just hated him. All he knew was that whenever he got the attention he desperately craved, it would be worth it.

Vitale walked down the street, swishing his his with every movement. He got stares, and they likely weren't the good kind. Even though the fabulous genes were flowing through his veins, his height gave away that he was a man. Cross dressing was hard work, and anyone who said otherwise was either naturally feminine, or doing it wrong.

He made a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway, half expecting some shit to go down. Shit always went down in alleys. He was right about it, too. A man was being mugged by two other men, and it was just plain wrong. He stood there and watched, contemplating on doing something about it. While he was thinking whether he should stop them or not, the men were busy killing off the one being mugged. One man held him back and covered his mouth, preventing any screaming from being heard, while the other man was stabbing him repeatedly in the stomach until he bled out.

Vitale still hadn't decided if he was going to do anything about it. The muggers decided for him. "What do you think you're lookin' at, dickwaffle? Vitale raised an eyebrow at the muggers, questioning what the fuck a dickwaffle was. With the tone the man used, he assumed it was a sort of insult. That much was slightly proven correct when one of the muggers launched forward to attack him.

Vitale wasn't sure why anyone would ever try to hurt him, if he were being honest. 6'10 was a whole lot of man to try to fight, and he had muscles to back it up. When the mugger was close enough to him, Vitale simply kicked him in the face. The heel on his stiletto pierced through his skull and went through his brain , killing him in almost an instant. The other mugger stood there, across the alleyway. He stared at him with a look of pure shock.

Vitale casually looked at the man standing across from him and flipped his hair back. He was slightly confused on what was going on and what he was even doing there in the first place. He took a step forward, only to step on something. He looked down at his feet and saw a dead body with it's blood covering the bottom of his heels. "Ehh... What is this? What's going on?" Vitale looked over at the man, who also had a dead body very close to him. He came to the conclusion, the only conclusion that made sense, that he was on a secret mission and the ransom ended badly. "Man. Sorry it ended this way. Pleasure doing business with you." Vitale wiped his heels on the body and strutted away.

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HAN: 10
REI:6
HAK:13
SEI:6
BUK:10
HOH:10
Points Earned: 0
Total points:55

Vince~

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