Light Yagami

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Alias;; Kira
Name;; Light Yagami
Age;; 19
Gender;; Male
Hair;; Brown, with a hint of orange
Eyes;; Honey brown
Height;; 5’ 11”
Weight;; 56kg
Ethnicity;; Japanese
Location;; Japan
Occupation;;

Physical Description;; Tall, but not imposingly. Sharp, but not edged. He has short, well-combed and clean brown hair, with versatile eyes that can have every emotion from fury to adoration. His face is almost angelic in its subtle proportions and angles, which is probably why so many of his students tend to look him right in the eye when he’s giving a lesson. He speaks calmly and carefully, with a hidden precision and mincing of words that makes him sound elegant and smooth, yet at the same time firm and commanding. When he speaks, people obey, whether they know it or not. His body is not anything particularly special, being of thin frame and average strength. His muscles are wiry and his hips are somewhat narrow, but he doesn’t at all look feminine, and he carries himself with flawless posture and a confident glow.

Personality;; Light Yagami is a hardworking and talented man, with very little humility. He can act like nobody’s business, though, so he may come off as humble and modest of his achievements, even though he’s anything but. Consider him the ultimate puppeteer; he manipulates any and everything under the sun to get his way, even going as far as to manipulate himself in some situations. He appears nice enough, and in some ways he is, but he is a devoted control freak who always has a firm grip on himself and others. If he can’t control it, he has to understand it, because once he understands it he can try again and win.

Light has a very cynical and jaded view of life, which is why he chose to become Kira. He sees people and the world at large as “rotting,” meaning that society has decayed to the point where it’s functional, but massively flawed at the core. He thinks that things like politics serve only to confuse the people and start wars in the name of money and religion, which are two things he has very little respect for, being both a hard-nosed atheist and teacher paid the average wages. As Kira, he calls himself “God,” but he really means it metaphorically; throughout history, the beings with the most control have been gods, so it’s only logical that he is like one in that he is always in command.

A major aspect of his personality is boredom. He hates it. For him, life is always predictable and monotonous, because there are never any real challenges. Everything has always been so easy for him. So if something shows up that he can’t figure out, or an obstacle he doesn’t pass on the first attempt, he hurls himself into it with a grin on his face. If it’s interesting, he dives straight at it and gives it all of his attention until it’s done. After that, he’s already bored again and wanting another, better challenge to face.

Emotions are also an important aspect of him. The best way to describe them is as two opaque bubbles, one inside the other; he has the one on the outside, that swirls and changes at will like bubbles tend to do, and then he has a smaller bubble on the inside which is nearly identical, but it bounces around under the bigger bubble with little control. They are his outer and inner emotions, respectively, and they work in much the same way. You cannot pop, or even touch the center without getting rid of the outer one first, and his outer shell completely obscures the feelings he really has. He feels anger, kindness, hate and love like any normal person does, he just tends to shove it under the rug. Such unsightly things, they barely help him at all except in matters of motivation.

History;; Light was born smart and raised smart, with every opportunity a genius needs to flourish. His dad was the chief of police and his mom was a homemaker, so he grew up with his strict father pushing him to succeed and the calming mother who groomed him to have confidence. Lots and lots of confidence, with a bit of a self-centered tendency to boot. He has a fairly good relationship with his little sister, being both protective and helpful towards her, and she believed almost everything that he said. This was what taught him the benefits of manipulating others to do as he wants them to do, and he uses these skills from home throughout his life.

Right from the start, he was a fantastic student. He finished every assignment on time, and almost never got anything under a 95 in his grades with straight A’s all over the place. He made normal friends, had a couple normal girlfriends, and had the typical high school experience, excluding the deep dissatisfaction and hatred for humanity he had lurking just beneath the surface. This built up in him and festered for years until eventually, he decided that he would just have to wipe out the rotten people one way or another.

That began truly happening after he found his hand-dandy notebook with a self explanatory name: the Death Note. He used it (and still does) to kill criminals and rotten people who don’t deserve the right to walk the earth. Like the beginning to any societal revolution, however, it came with some obstacles. You know most of them. L, the task force, Ray Penber, Naomi Misora, but there’s one little tidbit that you don’t know. Cassandra.

Their first meeting would have been innocent. The day was April second and she was just another girl delivering a love letter from a friend of hers, when he was still in the early days of his university life. This didn’t turn out to be innocent at all because immediately, he could tell she was hiding something. Maybe it was something in the way she looked at him, the way she spoke, something that just screamed to him there was something suspicious about her. Her name, she said, was Nerine Haruka, but Ryuk giggled when he heard that. So like any paranoid God would, he tried to find it out.

Not much later, he discovered that she was also good at being on the defensive; almost as good as he was, in fact. When he watched her, she noticed, and she fought back. She managed to even take a picture of him as evidence and catch him lying. No one else had been able to see through his act before. It rattled him a bit. This only urged his interest further, as well as made him more careful of her. He would never admit that he had begun stalking her, but the concept was the same.

One particular moment it finally went too far, on the twenty seventh of May. He stole her wallet so he could return it, but the last thing he expected upon knocking on her door was to see her bleeding profusely and definitely in danger of her life. Like any responsible human being, he called the paramedics and helped her until they arrived to give her the medical assistance she needed it. Without even knowing it, he jeopardized her life and promptly saved it. He knew that the next day she would do something to finally get rid of him. So, knowing that they both had an image to maintain, he made a daring move the next day.

When she attempted to publically confront him about the incident the day before, he asked her out in front of a crowd to be his girlfriend, knowing that he was popular and the personality of her guise could not refuse. Thus began a false relationship between them, built on distrust and even hate. Little did they know, they had a common ground; Kira. He did not tell her who he was, but he eventually explained to her his beliefs, and that inch soon became a mile. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, hindered somewhat by the appearance of one other anomaly. Misa Amane. She threw a huge wrench into his plans just by having not only a Death Note, but the shinigami eyes as well. It was worse than that, however; she not only wanted to meet him, she wanted to be his girlfriend. With the threat of death hanging over his head thank to the foolish shinigami protecting her, he had no option but to comply with her whims to stay alive.

The following Tuesday, the unexpected happened. L cornered him into a brilliant trap that even Light couldn’t escape. And worse, Cassandra saw all of it. Misa arrived unannounced and unexpected as always, and then by some clearly overlooked piece of evidence was arrested. She was then tied to a chair and blindfolded, while he was thrown behind bars for observation at his own request. He didn’t go that direction without a plan, of course. You all know the story—of how he uses the Death Note to kill, how he came to be where he is today; the up-and-coming God of the New World.

He manipulated the Death Note all along to later come back into his hands, after nearly a whole year of being handcuffed to L. However, he didn’t actually kill L Instead he had twisted everything just right so that Rem, another shinigami, would do it for him while the remaining notebook just fell into his hands. So, in order to save the life of Misa, Rem essentially condemned herself to death. This removed every problem from Light’s path in one fell swoop. He was now L, the real L was dead, and Misa was no longer a threat. Nothing stood in the way of his golden world.

When he returned in November, however, he returned to find that Cassandra had been waiting for him the whole time. She had been visiting his house frequently and getting close to his family; his mother adored her, his sister befriended her, and even his father respected her. Although he didn’t know it at first, she knew by this time that he was Kira. For someone like her, given the facts, it wasn’t hard to figure out. So the day after he arrived back home, she told him. And when she did, a conflict opened up for Light. Let this girl, who could lie as well as he could and who may or may not have reason to want to take revenge on him continue to know his secret—or simply murder a woman who had finally met her hero after many hardships in getting there.

Being the pragmatist he was, he took some time to settle on what would be best. Eventually he decided on an odds-on chance, to allow her to live but keep her close to him just in case. She had nothing to hide after that day. And from there, they grew to be great friends together with one another, even best friends. Meeting Ryuk was a bit of a shock for her, of course, but that was the final secret between the two of them after she had calmed down. There were no more barriers between them. They could tell each other anything and feel safe with it, which they did. It was the first true friendship he ever had.

She eventually convinced him that there was no reason to keep Misa around, other than her eyes, which were no longer necessary for his goals; and to solve this problem, it was simple to ask her to forfeit her Death Note and then break up with her once she no longer could do harm. It was more or less as easy as it sounded to carry out, once Misa stopped leaving drunken, weepy messages on his phone. To replace the assistance Misa could have given, Light gave the second notebook to Cassandra, trusting her with the responsibility to assist him in his golden world since her belief in him was due to her values themselves. Not an emotional decision.

Not everything was perfect all the time, though. On June twenty-second, Cassandra attempted to leap from her window and kill herself because it was the eve of a terrible event in her past. Had she not contacted Light beforehand, she very nearly could have died that day, but he narrowly avoided a speeding ticket and a parking violation in order to get there in time to help her. Needless to say, he saved her. From that day on he became more protective of Cassandra and remained by her at almost all times, so that she couldn’t even get so much as a chance to try anything like that again.

It terrified and almost humbled him to learn that whatever he had been doing, it wasn’t enough. Being around her constantly and helping her work through things, however, had some rather unplanned consequences. They began to get closer than they had before as friends, forming a bond that was more than just a simple close friendship. At that time, they knew so much about each other that they were virtually like a pair. They became two peas in a pod, and without even realizing it himself at first, he began to take a liking to Cassandra in ways beyond the platonic.

Little did he know that she had not only felt the same thing, but she felt it for quite a long time. She felt affections for him much longer than he had for her. They were all but a couple already because of this, but that which kept them from confessing to one another was simply a lack of knowledge. Neither knew of the other’s feelings, and Light in particular was even oblivious to his own by rationalizing it off as the normal thing. The event that finally acknowledged their building emotions was completely unexpected to him. It was very simple, actually, yet sometimes the simplest things can be the most bizarre.

She merely kissed him on the lips, this time not for a fake romance to please the crowd, and this supposedly innocuous act made him re-examine everything. His motivations remained the same—basically, change the world and set it on the right track. But something else deep within him was different. He had someone whom he trusted completely, and it at last dawned on him that he could have a partner. Not just in his work as Kira, but in his life as a whole. Not a girlfriend for appearances, not a one-sided death threat, just an equal whom he could possibly even grow to fall in love with. The answer was easy, he simply began dating her, but it was more difficult than he had thought to do this the normal way. By now, though, he appears to be getting the hang of things.

He works with the remainder of the Task Force as L, and creates as Kira. Two lifestyles, two identities, and one true mission. The catch is that he has no plans of doing it alone. After all, if he ruled everything without someone there to keep him in check, who knows what could happen? He could become unstable, or grow too power-hungry. That isn’t a risk he’s willing to take, knowing his personality and his intentions. If he’s going to make a golden world, then he at least owes it the dignity of his effort.


RP Sample;; Impeccable grooming? Check. Casual yet not informal clothes, with favorite beige jacket? Check. Good posture, and a healthy smile? Double-check. He rolled into the parking lot, fashionably late for the meeting over coffee with his assistant (at a place where Misa wasn’t even close to, of course), and took a space across from the front of the café. Light looked good, felt good, and he was good, because he had just recently punished two decidedly rotten human beings with the penalty of death.

Kira had struck again, and he’d read about it in the paper this very morning. The reporter had said the police were baffled, and it made him feel a bit like he was being complimented over and over again. It was enough to swell one’s head, but he had to appear humble, so he tried not to look too proud as he walked through the door, scanning the room for Nerine.

He spotted her sitting at a table in a rather nice dress, and a headband that didn’t seem to be keeping away all of her hair. He wondered what the point was in a headband that still let a few strays get in your face, but of course he wouldn’t mention it, because it was crude to criticize a lady’s fashion outside of your head. He sat down across from her with a calm smile.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting, I got held up a bit,” he said, putting a bit of semi-genuine apology into his tone. He really did get held up a bit, but he had still waited an extra five minutes before getting over here. Nerine, in his opinion, was a good assistant. She had sounded quite happy to hear him on the phone, and most of the time she was full of good cheer anyways, and a pleasant worker was a diligent worker. If a person liked their job, they would most certainly work hard at it.

That was what he felt was strange—she put effort into it, yes, but he wasn’t sure how much. She had seemed to him like she was holding something back. In truth, this meeting was just as much about business as it was about figuring her out a little more. He would unravel the tiny mystery that was Nerine, and when that was over, maybe plot to kill L over a pastry and a nice cup of tea.

“Would you like me to buy you a cup of coffee?” he offered, gesturing towards a waiter for attention and failing to get it. The waiter was busily looking elsewhere and most likely ignoring them both on purpose. Bastard, he thought at the hapless café employee, When I want coffee, you get your ass over here. Absolutely none of these thoughts showed on his face, though, he looked as easygoing as ever.

Secret Words;; Edited out

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