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Player Information:
Name: Ky
Journal: kybos
Method of Contact: LJ PM, rubiconning [at] gmail
Previous characters: none.


Character Information:
Full Name: Alaude
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Canon point: Post the Inheritance Succession arc, ep 187
Age: Physically mid to late twenties. He’s been dead for likely more than a century however.
Species: Human.
Appearance/PB: This is indeed the only face he knows how to make.
Appearance upon arrival: Unchanged, but now all human and less glowy.


History:
Previous RP memories: N/A
Bringing someone along?: N/A
Character History: Wikia here.


Personality:
Perhaps Alaude’s most defining attribute is his overwhelming aloofness. Blunt, undiplomatic, impassive and nearly unreadable, his expressions generally vary between “uninterested” and “mildly annoyed” without much beyond this limited spectrum. He’s an intensely self-sufficient person, generally neither needing nor wanting interaction with others and prizing independence above all else. Despite his alliance with the Vongola he’s intensely pragmatic rather than idealistic; he first joined up with Giotto’s group because their goals happened to align with his.

For all that, he’s not quite an emotionless husk either. He seems to tolerate and even perhaps enjoy the company of Knuckle, and though he complains he spends time with the family in the drama CD and even joins them for dinner. While he doesn’t generally put up with any nonsense, he’s overall remote but indulgent of his allies (while reminding them periodically that he answers to no man). Alaude’s primary job--which he excels at--is to remain separate and unbiased, making logical judgments and keeping his cool in the face of just about anything. He seems to have respect for strength, principles, and discipline; he performs his duties to the Vongola till death and well beyond, carrying out his succession test nine generations later.

Despite his distance from the main family Alaude is far from flighty. He has a very firm sense of, if not “duty”, at least accountability. He enjoys a certain degree of order in his life and he doesn’t think highly of those who abandon tasks or who are slow to catch on. It’s likely that his secondary reason for refusing Hibari a fight during the succession test (other than that it would bore him) was simply because Hibari was acting irrationally and immaturely in pursuing a fight at the expense of his test. When he ultimately rewards Hibari with the inheritance, he states the duty of the cloud guardian as being “to remain independent and detached but protect the family.” This motto, combined with the fact that he does indeed hold onto the watch given him by Primo engraved with “I pledge eternal friendship,” suggests that he cares about his family on a level somewhat beyond the strictly practical. That by no means implies that he treats them gently. Alaude’s specific brand of “affection” is utter, bland and brutal honesty. He’s not ever afraid of stepping on toes or hurting feelings, and doesn’t hesitate to call anyone out on their antics, Daemon included. This is only distinguished from how he treats strangers in that he might not bother pointing out to anyone but an ally when he thinks they’re being an idiot. All friendship aside, he still believes in leaving allies to sort out their own problems unless his intervention is expressly needed.

To call him proud gives a misleading impression of arrogance. Rather, Alaude has a very matter-of-fact measure of his own strength, and dislikes things that don’t push him. He refuses a fight with the younger Hibari as being beneath his notice, though Knuckle points out that Alaude used to be similarly aggressive himself. It seems he’s matured past this quickdraw urge to fight, but probably still enjoys a good tussle if an opponent can actually provide a challenge. Alaude’s overwhelming attitude towards the world can be summed up as “don’t waste my time”. If something interests him, he’s unwaveringly focused, dedicated, and dependable. If it doesn’t, he doesn’t stick around. His emotions are slow to change, making him hard to anger and hard to appease as well. Those who draw his wrath don’t have an easy way to change his opinion, but those he trusts can count on that as well.

Daemon calls the tenth generation Vongola the second coming of the first, and it’s pretty apparent that Alaude strongly resembles Hibari both physically and in personality. However, he’s distinct from the adult Hibari in a few regards. His tolerance for people and his threshold for violence are both much higher. Alaude prefers solitude, but doesn’t seem to have Hibari’s fixation with “crowding” or inclination to attack when more than two or three people share a room with him. He’s capable of sitting and reading peacefully in the same room as the rest of the family, though he’ll leave in irritation when they become too noisy for him to ignore. He seems to share an orderly-logical leaning with Hibari, with pronounced streak of curiosity--he follows Primo in the drama CD, though he pretends not to care about where he’s going or why. He’s slightly more open about his sense of duty and connection to the family, but takes his own advice to the younger Hibari and avoids “fraternizing.” Like Hibari, he seems to genuinely enjoy fighting, most especially fighting alone and hands-on. However, his handcuffs allow him to subdue or restrain opponents relatively nonviolently when they aren’t worth his time.

Extra:
Character Abilities: Alaude uses handcuffs which he can multiply in number using his dying will flame. These can take any size and shape, allowing him to restrain a number of opponents or encase their whole body in handcuffs for extreme bondage. They can also be constricted to crush an opponent.

Alaude is a very powerful fighter but is also adept at gathering and processing information. He’s not the type to rely on any one ability exclusively, and given his background in special intelligence, it’s reasonable that he’s extremely competent in hand-to-hand combat without his flame It's also likely at least familiar with firearms.

Possessions:
His signature handcuffs and the Vongola pocketwatch given him by Primo.

Anything else:
Like the rest of the first gen, Alaude has been dead for a while. Assuming he'll have his nice, corporeal human form back in Splendor.

Samples:
Action/Communication thread/post sample:

In Which Alaude Demonstrates the Strength and Versatility of his Compassion (and Daemon Appears Strangely Unmoved)

or for more commentspam action:

In Which Alaude Shows a Wide Range of Expressions of Impassivity (Even in the Face of Raptor Invasion)

Log/Prose sample:

Some men, he had heard, found solace in the soothingly repetitive. They enjoyed tedious tasks such as paperwork, cleaning, training useless rookies, taking out trash.

Alaude was not one of these men.

Unfortunately, Alaude was the sort of man who believed with an ironclad and unyielding faith that if something had to be done correctly, the surest method was to do it himself. And there was admittedly a kind of compelling satisfaction in imposing rationality on his little corner of the universe.

Trash, he thought, flicking one paper into a meticulous pile on the floor. Trash, trash--two more went fluttering groundward, landing neatly and improbably in a stack with the others--unsubstantiatied--this one slid into a smaller stack by his left elbow--short, but useful--the last into the smallest file, holding only two others. There was an art to it, order amidst chaos, patterns from nothingness, that he could almost enjoy. Snagging a sheet of clean paper from beneath his orderly-scattered piles, he began scribing a summary of his findings in small, crabbed letters tersely across the page. Dozens of reports, condensed into a handful of lines.

Really, he’d found there was very little that couldn’t be boiled down to: I’ve located the problem, here it is.

I’m taking care of it.

And that was the heart of it, what made it worthwhile, the tedium and the paperwork and the sifting through piles of poorly written reports into the tiny core of value beneath the rubble; once the busywork was concluded, the interesting work could be begun. His fingers twitched, seeking the familiar metal of his handcuffs, and one corner of his mouth curled into a tight smile.