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Nov. 13th, 2010 06:09 pmPLAYER
[journal] needy_need
[age] August, 10, 1987- 23
[previous characters] N/A
CHARACTER
[series] Kuroshitsuji
[full name] William T. Spears
[age]It doesn't tell what his age is but I do think that he is in his early thirties.
[gender] Male through and through
[canon point] Post Series of Kuroshitsuji II.
[reference]http://kuroshitsuji.wikia.com/wiki/William_Spears
[personality]
William is a perfectionist- he desires to constantly reform and improve.He is an idealist who strives to make order out of the chaos that demons are constantly causing. William is also a workaholic. Everything he does is somehow related to his work. He is often the first one to be found in the office and the last one to leave it as well- often earning himself excess overtime.
William has a fine eye for detail- almost a too keen set of eyes if you ask his coworkers--Ronald Knox even mentioned at the end of the Circus arc that William is hardly ever pleased by anyone. Due to being a perfectionist if anything seems to be out of order, it would trigger his need to fix it. This can be beneficial for all concerned, but which can also prove to be burdensome to those who are on the receiving end of William's efforts. William's inability to achieve the perfection he desires feeds his feelings of shame for not being able to complete his goal, and fuels his subdued anger against his imperfect world. William's anger is therefore vigorously repressed from his consciousness, often written off as being unnecessary,but on occasion it bursts forth in occasional fits of temper often directed at the one who causes the most trouble. For example, this is illustrated by the time Grell had caused all the trouble with in Jack the Ripper arc where William was called upon to rescue Grell from Sebastian. At that time, William appeared to personally inflict as much damage upon Grell as he could while he calmly read of the list of rules that Grell had broken, finishing his lecture by dragging Grell away by his hair.
William is a very serious person; he is highly principled, competent and uncompromising. He believes bringing emotions to the job is not beneficial to work and such an avoidable disruption is unnecessary. He highly frowns upon rule breaking, as it reflects poorly upon his department. Apologizing to a demon for the behaviors of Grell Sutcliff during the Jack the Ripper arc is an example of him forfeiting his personal dislikes of demons just to save face for his department. He follows the rules and expects others to do so as well. Because he believes so thoroughly in his convictions, it makes him a an excellent leader. Unfortunately, William has a hard time relaxing and he unnecessarily denies himself a lot of things just because he is worried about his work. William often represses his emotions, making it hard for him to express the gentler emotions when it is appropriate to do so. Some of the emotions that William has difficulties expressing are companionship, nervousness, and romance.
When William is placed in a situation which is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to him, he would automatically try and find something that he could relate to. Any set of rules would put him at ease and provide him with enough stability to survive in his current surroundings. He has an extreme, almost childish devotion to his own personal space, and because of that William has poor social skills that prevent him from melding well into a crowd, even when undercover. His stiff personality prevents him from interacting with people in and out of work, and in turn others are generally disinclined to interact with him. William is not very capable of lying, and will speak of his job as if it were the weather, despite needing to maintain a low profile. Ironically most do not take him seriously and think he is joking, which is quite the opposite to his character. William lacks the skills needed to understand humor, let alone have the skills to be humorous. William lacks the skills needed to understand humor, let alone have the skills to be humorous. He also lacks what most other people have, empathy, due to being trained to be a death god, beings that maintain order among disorder. Disorder and chaos compromise their work and thus empathy is an unnecessary component. In that respect, anything that does not fit the rules or any similar sort of conformity, William will either do his best to either make the problem orderly or avoid it at all costs. More than likely he will try before giving up, as he is not the sort to give in easily. He has little patience for personalities that hinder the order of life, prime examples being Sebastian or Grell.
SAMPLES
[sample 1#]
[network post]
******
[At first the camera is zoomed in a little too close, the corner of a frown the center of the focus before it zooms out to reveal a better image of William.]
Good day to those that are watching this,
My name is William T. Spears, I am one of the newly arrived citizens to this...community of sorts.
[A little fixing to his tie to make sure that it is perfect, which it already was, for this was just a ploy to distract himself from being unnerved at being misplaced.]
I would like to know about any current sense of rules that must be followed here at all times, as well as proper manners that should be displayed. I do not wish to present myself as a fool because of laziness and the inability to gather information about my surroundings.
[sample 2#]
[prose log]
********
Carefully and with precise, methodical flicks of a dark blue silk handkerchief, William wiped away the nauseating black and dark green sludge that had splattered across his face. It was the unfortunate result of when he kicked in a head of an rather demanding zombie. One that had the bad sense of timing and unfortunately came across an already foul-tempered management supervisor.
"Note to self: add the cost of dry cleaning and new work shoes to Sutcliffe's bill," William muttered to himself as he used the last clean corner of his favorite handkerchief to clean away the spare flicks of zombie brains off his glasses. Through the now-cleaned lens William's rather sharp bright green eyes could been seen. Some, mostly a lazy and often troublesome rouge field officer, describe his eyes as being cold and soulless. Looking behind him to inspect the messy path that he had cleared, William finally became alert to the soft moans. At first the demands for a certain sugary confection were too soft and easily ignored as mere white noise but now they had gradually increased, as if what was making them was even closer- and judging from the echos they were surrounding him.
It was a fluke that he found out that a piece of chocolate would distract the living dead long enough for him to either escape or to forcibly remove them with a well placed kick. As such, when he found himself awakening to the foul odor of the rotting corpse who was searching through his coat pockets and pulling out his stash of chocolate.William was more upset that his personal space was being invaded than the fact that the ones who were doing the invading were long dead humans.
[journal] needy_need
[age] August, 10, 1987- 23
[previous characters] N/A
CHARACTER
[series] Kuroshitsuji
[full name] William T. Spears
[age]It doesn't tell what his age is but I do think that he is in his early thirties.
[gender] Male through and through
[canon point] Post Series of Kuroshitsuji II.
[reference]http://kuroshitsuji.wikia.com/wiki/William_Spears
[personality]
William is a perfectionist- he desires to constantly reform and improve.He is an idealist who strives to make order out of the chaos that demons are constantly causing. William is also a workaholic. Everything he does is somehow related to his work. He is often the first one to be found in the office and the last one to leave it as well- often earning himself excess overtime.
William has a fine eye for detail- almost a too keen set of eyes if you ask his coworkers--Ronald Knox even mentioned at the end of the Circus arc that William is hardly ever pleased by anyone. Due to being a perfectionist if anything seems to be out of order, it would trigger his need to fix it. This can be beneficial for all concerned, but which can also prove to be burdensome to those who are on the receiving end of William's efforts. William's inability to achieve the perfection he desires feeds his feelings of shame for not being able to complete his goal, and fuels his subdued anger against his imperfect world. William's anger is therefore vigorously repressed from his consciousness, often written off as being unnecessary,but on occasion it bursts forth in occasional fits of temper often directed at the one who causes the most trouble. For example, this is illustrated by the time Grell had caused all the trouble with in Jack the Ripper arc where William was called upon to rescue Grell from Sebastian. At that time, William appeared to personally inflict as much damage upon Grell as he could while he calmly read of the list of rules that Grell had broken, finishing his lecture by dragging Grell away by his hair.
William is a very serious person; he is highly principled, competent and uncompromising. He believes bringing emotions to the job is not beneficial to work and such an avoidable disruption is unnecessary. He highly frowns upon rule breaking, as it reflects poorly upon his department. Apologizing to a demon for the behaviors of Grell Sutcliff during the Jack the Ripper arc is an example of him forfeiting his personal dislikes of demons just to save face for his department. He follows the rules and expects others to do so as well. Because he believes so thoroughly in his convictions, it makes him a an excellent leader. Unfortunately, William has a hard time relaxing and he unnecessarily denies himself a lot of things just because he is worried about his work. William often represses his emotions, making it hard for him to express the gentler emotions when it is appropriate to do so. Some of the emotions that William has difficulties expressing are companionship, nervousness, and romance.
When William is placed in a situation which is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to him, he would automatically try and find something that he could relate to. Any set of rules would put him at ease and provide him with enough stability to survive in his current surroundings. He has an extreme, almost childish devotion to his own personal space, and because of that William has poor social skills that prevent him from melding well into a crowd, even when undercover. His stiff personality prevents him from interacting with people in and out of work, and in turn others are generally disinclined to interact with him. William is not very capable of lying, and will speak of his job as if it were the weather, despite needing to maintain a low profile. Ironically most do not take him seriously and think he is joking, which is quite the opposite to his character. William lacks the skills needed to understand humor, let alone have the skills to be humorous. William lacks the skills needed to understand humor, let alone have the skills to be humorous. He also lacks what most other people have, empathy, due to being trained to be a death god, beings that maintain order among disorder. Disorder and chaos compromise their work and thus empathy is an unnecessary component. In that respect, anything that does not fit the rules or any similar sort of conformity, William will either do his best to either make the problem orderly or avoid it at all costs. More than likely he will try before giving up, as he is not the sort to give in easily. He has little patience for personalities that hinder the order of life, prime examples being Sebastian or Grell.
SAMPLES
[sample 1#]
[network post]
******
[At first the camera is zoomed in a little too close, the corner of a frown the center of the focus before it zooms out to reveal a better image of William.]
Good day to those that are watching this,
My name is William T. Spears, I am one of the newly arrived citizens to this...community of sorts.
[A little fixing to his tie to make sure that it is perfect, which it already was, for this was just a ploy to distract himself from being unnerved at being misplaced.]
I would like to know about any current sense of rules that must be followed here at all times, as well as proper manners that should be displayed. I do not wish to present myself as a fool because of laziness and the inability to gather information about my surroundings.
[sample 2#]
[prose log]
********
Carefully and with precise, methodical flicks of a dark blue silk handkerchief, William wiped away the nauseating black and dark green sludge that had splattered across his face. It was the unfortunate result of when he kicked in a head of an rather demanding zombie. One that had the bad sense of timing and unfortunately came across an already foul-tempered management supervisor.
"Note to self: add the cost of dry cleaning and new work shoes to Sutcliffe's bill," William muttered to himself as he used the last clean corner of his favorite handkerchief to clean away the spare flicks of zombie brains off his glasses. Through the now-cleaned lens William's rather sharp bright green eyes could been seen. Some, mostly a lazy and often troublesome rouge field officer, describe his eyes as being cold and soulless. Looking behind him to inspect the messy path that he had cleared, William finally became alert to the soft moans. At first the demands for a certain sugary confection were too soft and easily ignored as mere white noise but now they had gradually increased, as if what was making them was even closer- and judging from the echos they were surrounding him.
It was a fluke that he found out that a piece of chocolate would distract the living dead long enough for him to either escape or to forcibly remove them with a well placed kick. As such, when he found himself awakening to the foul odor of the rotting corpse who was searching through his coat pockets and pulling out his stash of chocolate.William was more upset that his personal space was being invaded than the fact that the ones who were doing the invading were long dead humans.
Slave of Cammandment
Nov. 2nd, 2010 05:01 pmThe candlelight of death will lose its light.
The fact is that every memory will eventually stop.
The dancing black wind will cut and pluck blood.
The death gods' blades will raze
the scarlet in those eyes.
Rules of hard steel, records of perfection,
unchangeable fate, and unforgivable imbalance.
The demons are obnoxious beasts and unpleasant impediments,
so I will crush those scums and slaughter them in the darkness.
For everything to kill its own self,
and then to freeze up completely,
is death's ultimate hope.
I'll show you right now just how we're different,
and I'll make the demonic characters crawl on the ground,
as the death gods, shrouded in madness, fly down,
and chop up those garbage scraps.
A flawless job done!
Be it the noise of messing around or the singing for disregarding the rules,
I will dispose of them with my scythe of austerity.
Cut off and throw away
those demon eyesores' wings,
and then destroy all!
The records of death in the jet-black library
are complied with the arrogant power of death
and the blood of the requiem.
Yes, those are without a doubt
the pride of the death gods.
Ah, if only I could snatch the moon and the stars' orderliness...
"No matter what kind of complex laws..."
"No matter what kind of distasteful formidable enemy..."
"No matter what kind of excruciating ecstasy..."
Ah, please let the voice of these commandments echo...
"Be clever and cool-headed, and do keep a clear determination."
"Have hypocritical courtesy and shady etiquette."
"Damaging the flesh is intolerably haughty."
"Deceiving others' intelligence is rudely insolent."
"The brothel of memories is arrogantly obstinate."
"That 'punishment is for amendment' is a mere fallacy."
"The footprints of darkness represent total solitude."
"The blade of death is proudly impudent."
Conjuring sins, even if my regulations crumble and collapse,
I'll embrace my solitude beside me even more tightly.
With my scythe of order raised above,
I command the shadow at my steps.
Ah, without the time even to take a breath,
I can only keep enforcing the commandments,
the rules of being a death god.
The fact is that every memory will eventually stop.
The dancing black wind will cut and pluck blood.
The death gods' blades will raze
the scarlet in those eyes.
Rules of hard steel, records of perfection,
unchangeable fate, and unforgivable imbalance.
The demons are obnoxious beasts and unpleasant impediments,
so I will crush those scums and slaughter them in the darkness.
For everything to kill its own self,
and then to freeze up completely,
is death's ultimate hope.
I'll show you right now just how we're different,
and I'll make the demonic characters crawl on the ground,
as the death gods, shrouded in madness, fly down,
and chop up those garbage scraps.
A flawless job done!
Be it the noise of messing around or the singing for disregarding the rules,
I will dispose of them with my scythe of austerity.
Cut off and throw away
those demon eyesores' wings,
and then destroy all!
The records of death in the jet-black library
are complied with the arrogant power of death
and the blood of the requiem.
Yes, those are without a doubt
the pride of the death gods.
Ah, if only I could snatch the moon and the stars' orderliness...
"No matter what kind of complex laws..."
"No matter what kind of distasteful formidable enemy..."
"No matter what kind of excruciating ecstasy..."
Ah, please let the voice of these commandments echo...
"Be clever and cool-headed, and do keep a clear determination."
"Have hypocritical courtesy and shady etiquette."
"Damaging the flesh is intolerably haughty."
"Deceiving others' intelligence is rudely insolent."
"The brothel of memories is arrogantly obstinate."
"That 'punishment is for amendment' is a mere fallacy."
"The footprints of darkness represent total solitude."
"The blade of death is proudly impudent."
Conjuring sins, even if my regulations crumble and collapse,
I'll embrace my solitude beside me even more tightly.
With my scythe of order raised above,
I command the shadow at my steps.
Ah, without the time even to take a breath,
I can only keep enforcing the commandments,
the rules of being a death god.
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Nov. 2nd, 2010 04:57 pmA Grim Reaper’s Work Management
Vocals: Sugiyama Noriaki as William T. Spears
Lyrics: Kikuchi Hana
Composition: Tanaka Hidekazu
Arrangement: Tanaka Hidekazu
On Monday, I reap souls
On Tuesday, I have a Management Division meeting
On Wednesday, I summon the Grim Reapers to be dispatched
On Thursday, I have a pure white shirt
On Friday, I pick a necktie
On Saturday, I watch Cinematic Records
I quietly follow the perfect rules through the days
I won’t even allow hair to go crazy for a split second
I judge the foolish Grim Reapers
And hold all records of the dead
The soundless library, without a speck of dust, is frozen over
During the time when I carry out my strict job
And unravel my loneliness
The memories clinging strongly, blackly, and bitterly onto me are low and far away
On Monday, there’s melancholic rain
On Tuesday, I scold the delinquents
On Wednesday, I kick Grell Sutcliffe
On Thursday, I work overtime
On Friday, I have soul retrieval
On Saturday, I hunt that eyesore of a demon
I reject bothersome and incomplete applications
And I’m extremely displeased with the heaps of problems
The boundless waste of work
And other people’s stupid mistakes
Destroy the harmonious and glazed-over aesthetics
Deviation from the rules will not be allowed
May the disharmony brought about by idleness
Crumble, be smashed, and break; there’s overtime today on my soiled schedule, too
I finish my difficult job
And restore the order of steel
Embracing my far too composed rationality in the fog’s shadow
If the wall of Purgatory exists
Then I’ll certainly show that I’ll topple it
Even if my arms, my voice, and my nails are to be lost
If the delicate needles of the clock
Making music within the silence
Are the gods that govern everything in my heart
Then, unhesitatingly, I’ll cut and take lives
Fulfill, weave, and sing all harmony and hope
Even the words are frozen together in this dark world
How painful
Vocals: Sugiyama Noriaki as William T. Spears
Lyrics: Kikuchi Hana
Composition: Tanaka Hidekazu
Arrangement: Tanaka Hidekazu
On Monday, I reap souls
On Tuesday, I have a Management Division meeting
On Wednesday, I summon the Grim Reapers to be dispatched
On Thursday, I have a pure white shirt
On Friday, I pick a necktie
On Saturday, I watch Cinematic Records
I quietly follow the perfect rules through the days
I won’t even allow hair to go crazy for a split second
I judge the foolish Grim Reapers
And hold all records of the dead
The soundless library, without a speck of dust, is frozen over
During the time when I carry out my strict job
And unravel my loneliness
The memories clinging strongly, blackly, and bitterly onto me are low and far away
On Monday, there’s melancholic rain
On Tuesday, I scold the delinquents
On Wednesday, I kick Grell Sutcliffe
On Thursday, I work overtime
On Friday, I have soul retrieval
On Saturday, I hunt that eyesore of a demon
I reject bothersome and incomplete applications
And I’m extremely displeased with the heaps of problems
The boundless waste of work
And other people’s stupid mistakes
Destroy the harmonious and glazed-over aesthetics
Deviation from the rules will not be allowed
May the disharmony brought about by idleness
Crumble, be smashed, and break; there’s overtime today on my soiled schedule, too
I finish my difficult job
And restore the order of steel
Embracing my far too composed rationality in the fog’s shadow
If the wall of Purgatory exists
Then I’ll certainly show that I’ll topple it
Even if my arms, my voice, and my nails are to be lost
If the delicate needles of the clock
Making music within the silence
Are the gods that govern everything in my heart
Then, unhesitatingly, I’ll cut and take lives
Fulfill, weave, and sing all harmony and hope
Even the words are frozen together in this dark world
How painful
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Oct. 30th, 2010 02:01 pm(Ronald) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
(Will) We obey the rules!
(Will & Ronald) Who is breaking them?
(Grell) Who~♡
(Eric) We are exemplary shinigami.
(Alan) Always punctual!
(Eric & Alan) Who is late? Who~?
(all the shinigami) [Rule] No. 1!
(Will & Ronald) Shinigami must wear glasses.
(all the shinigami) No. 2!
(Eric & Alan) They must take care of their death scythe.
(all the shinigami) No. 3! Sundry expenses
must be settled at the end of the month.
No. 4! If you meet someone handsome*
(Grell) then you can consider yourself remunerated♡
(all the shinigami) We keep watch on the scheduled deaths
and collect the souls.
We must never relax our guard
or the hungry demons
will snatch them away!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We dance wildly
but
we are short of breath.
We live a really long life!
Who will be exposed? Who~?**
(all the shinigami) No. 5! We work coldly
without even a smile.
No. 6! And when the fixed time comes
(Ronald) we stop working and go party!
(Will) An incident occurred.
(Ronald) Overtime tonight?
(Eric) The number of the dead and souls
doesn't match! Damn!
(all the shinigami) Let's start the investigation!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We obey the rules!
It's a must.
We are exemplary shinigami.
Always punctual!
Who is late? Who~?
(Will) You are slacking off.
(Alan) Your important glasses are tilted.
(Ronald) How about retiring?
(Eric) I bet everybody would be extremely happy.
(Grell) Love is... so painful... Ahnn♡
(all the shinigami) We keep watch on the scheduled deaths
and collect the souls.
We must never relax our guard
or the hungry demons
will snatch them away!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We dance wildly
but
we are short of breath.
We live a really long life!
But that's a secret.
We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society [DEATH★]!
We obey the rules!
It's a must.
We are exemplary shinigami.
Always punctual!
Who is late? Who~?
(Will) We obey the rules!
(Will & Ronald) Who is breaking them?
(Grell) Who~♡
(Eric) We are exemplary shinigami.
(Alan) Always punctual!
(Eric & Alan) Who is late? Who~?
(all the shinigami) [Rule] No. 1!
(Will & Ronald) Shinigami must wear glasses.
(all the shinigami) No. 2!
(Eric & Alan) They must take care of their death scythe.
(all the shinigami) No. 3! Sundry expenses
must be settled at the end of the month.
No. 4! If you meet someone handsome*
(Grell) then you can consider yourself remunerated♡
(all the shinigami) We keep watch on the scheduled deaths
and collect the souls.
We must never relax our guard
or the hungry demons
will snatch them away!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We dance wildly
but
we are short of breath.
We live a really long life!
Who will be exposed? Who~?**
(all the shinigami) No. 5! We work coldly
without even a smile.
No. 6! And when the fixed time comes
(Ronald) we stop working and go party!
(Will) An incident occurred.
(Ronald) Overtime tonight?
(Eric) The number of the dead and souls
doesn't match! Damn!
(all the shinigami) Let's start the investigation!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We obey the rules!
It's a must.
We are exemplary shinigami.
Always punctual!
Who is late? Who~?
(Will) You are slacking off.
(Alan) Your important glasses are tilted.
(Ronald) How about retiring?
(Eric) I bet everybody would be extremely happy.
(Grell) Love is... so painful... Ahnn♡
(all the shinigami) We keep watch on the scheduled deaths
and collect the souls.
We must never relax our guard
or the hungry demons
will snatch them away!
(all the shinigami) We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
We dance wildly
but
we are short of breath.
We live a really long life!
But that's a secret.
We are the Shinigami Dispatch Society [DEATH★]!
We obey the rules!
It's a must.
We are exemplary shinigami.
Always punctual!
Who is late? Who~?
Permission Post
Jun. 27th, 2010 06:33 amThreadhopping: If you must.
Backtagging: Please.
Hugging: If you can actually sneak up on him.
Kissing: ...... Do you want to? I'm not sure if he is aware of any mating rituals to be honest.
Romancing: ... If you can loosen him up a bit.
Punching/physical violence/etc.: Go ahead, just be prepared to get equal treatment.
Killing: If you have a way to get a hold of a death scythe and put up with a fight then go ahead.
Backtagging: Please.
Hugging: If you can actually sneak up on him.
Kissing: ...... Do you want to? I'm not sure if he is aware of any mating rituals to be honest.
Romancing: ... If you can loosen him up a bit.
Punching/physical violence/etc.: Go ahead, just be prepared to get equal treatment.
Killing: If you have a way to get a hold of a death scythe and put up with a fight then go ahead.
