Kyouya Hibari

 x1 Hibird
x1 pair of tonfas
x2 Namimori uniform with Disciplinary Committee armband
x1 Roll's cloud box
x1 Vongola Ring
x3 Casual wear
x1 Roll of bandage

Player Information

Name: Kite
Personal Journal: kaleido_scope
Age: Seventeen
Contact Info: arabesque-rhapsody@hotmail.com or @kaleido_scope for plurk
Other Characters Played: N/A

Character Information

Character Name: Hibari Kyoya
Character Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character Age: Seventeen
Character Gender: Male
Original Canon
Canon Point: One year post-canon, after the Battle of Rainbow
Background Link: KHR! wiki page
Personality: There are very few things that Hibari Kyoya does without reason. Despite his reputation for being incredibly unpredictable and volatile, he is incredibly calculative. He despises waste, especially the wasting of time (when it comes to wasting food, he is more liable to grab a person by their throat and force-feed them with his bare hands). Generally, he does not hesitate to act, though he prefers to remain aloof from problems if their resolutions will not benefit him in one way or the other. Ruthless, perhaps even to the point of cruelty, Hibari knows what he wants and will never take "no" for an answer. He will beat down grown men and those his own age alike to get answers to questions he needs answers to or to send him one step closer to any of his personal goals.

Hibari is also known for having very little tolerance for nonsense, though he is more prone to removing himself from a situation to seethe on his own than reprimand people verbally or physically unless he has been threatened first. As the 10th Generation Vongola Family's Cloud Guardian, he lives up to his reputation of "one who cannot be restrained". The last thing he ever wants is to be tethered to responsibility. Hibari is a free spirit who needs a breathing space of a radius up to a hundred feet. His determination to stay free is so great to the point that even if his body were infected by a burning poison and the antidote placed upon a platform resting on a high pole, he would grunt through the pain, knock down the pole, and take the antidote for himself.

The leader of the Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee, Hibari is known to resist authority and has very little qualms about abusing his own power. His arrogance typically rubs others the wrong way, and he's very aware of it. Ironically enough, he is a huge stickler for the rules that he chooses to follow, even considering himself as an acting vigilante to uphold them. On the other hand, when it comes to actually giving a shit, he doesn't really care and doesn't care that you care. Your opinion is minuscule to him. Hibari does what Hibari wants. Even the Vongola Family mafia boss had a difficult time keeping track of him. However, Hibari is not irresponsible and will see to it that his own duties are completed as long as no one bothers him about them. He has a reputation riddled with violence and will not hesitate to physically attack people who he feels are crowding him. Alternatively, those who beat him into the sand will make a bitter enemy out of Hibari.

Yet, it is also known to a select handful of people that Hibari is not exactly a person whose heart is frozen over. He has a very soft spot for small animals, from birds to hedgehogs. He handles them with care and can also be caught carrying them around in his pockets. This trait also seems to carry over to small children as well. At best, he will tolerate them, and if they pout at him, he may even cave and build a sandcastle in a sandbox with them after negotiating a strict time frame. Although it may catch many people off guard, Hibari is capable of handling things with care (just not very often). He is quick to shed traits that he believe may hinder him either emotionally or physically, but has not forgotten how to be kind.

Hibari also will pull through for people in the end. He may leave people wrung out and left to dry, but he'll swoop in to rescue his friends the moment before they are tossed into the incinerator. If trying to pull people out of trouble aligns with his schedule, it will give him cause to act all the more faster. He often tries to find excuses as to why he has given a helping hand to friends, that another person was disrupting the general peace instead of stating that he desires to beat another person over the head for kicking an acquaintance about. Very few people truly understand Hibari; he is often written off as a violent delinquent. He accepts this title wholeheartedly and some say he even carries the title about proudly.

Abilities: Hibari possesses both the strength and the agility to fight a grown man on equal footing. He is very comfortable on a battlefield and can fight with tonfas as if they were natural extensions of his arms. In addition, in the realm of KHR!, characters may possess a certain "wave element" that can allow them to activate certain weapons if they are attuned to their particular wave. Hibari's wave element is of the Cloud.

Sample Entry: There was a weight that anchored itself upon Hibari Kyoya's shoulders, a yoke known as "familial duty". If he had the choice to switch positions with the god, Atlas, he would have done it in a blink of the eye. Carrying the world on the back of his shoulders seemed like a much better option than the Kyoya family name.

In his eyes, living alone in an extravagant mansion was a sad existence only fit for pitiful herbivores.

Hibari was utterly disgusted by how naive he had been as a young child. He had thought, perhaps, if he became a prominent warlord like his great-great grandparents, he could command people to squeeze his hands in affection, tell him how excellently he had driven enemies off his home turf of Namimori. That was all the reason he needed to sneak into his father's expansive armory and "borrow" a pair of tonfas. Perhaps, if he could learn how to wield them properly, everyone would submit to him. He would be showered with praises and adoration. Even at eight years of age, Hibari would have bitten off the head of a bat if it meant eliciting even the tiniest hint of approval from any of his relatives.

He snipped at his schoolteacher mercilessly with his tongue when she asked him about the bruises on his arms. They were not from his parents. How dare she even entertain the idea that his parents had ill wishes towards him. They loved him, or at least, they would soon. When the blunt tips of the tonfas were covered in blood other than his own from wielding the weapons incorrectly, they would approve of him; he was absolutely certain of it.

How dare anyone tell him otherwise.

Yet, he continued to be a ghost, flitting from one room to the next of the massive Kyoya establishment, all while biting back tears. He could be a warlord; at the age of thirteen, Hibari wielded a slightly longer pair of tonfas with such fluidity that they had become extensions of his arms. A warlord did not cry. A warlord did not sit on his bed and sulk either. And suddenly, it struck him: a warlord had an army loyal solely to him along with territory to defend. That was what he was missing. He had smacked his forehead and kicked his pillow across his bedroom in disbelief. How could he have been remiss to forget about those two key elements?

It wasn't long before he chased out the head of the Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee Leader with his fists. Granted, the act had not gone entirely unpunished, though considering that neither of his parents showed up to the conference with the school principal, it was a slap on the wrist for Hibari.

"Hibari-kun, violence is never the answer."

"Tell me what to do again and I will bite you to death."

The words went in one ear and out the other as the previous Leader handed the prized armband to him. Excellent; territory and an army had been acquired by killing two birds with one stone.

But even at fifteen years, the lights to the Kyoya household were still turned off when he got home from school. It occurred to him, perhaps everything he had done was in vain. It was quite possible that he had done precisely the opposite of what was required to receive any kind of attention from Mother and Father. He broke every expensive vase in the house that evening, but when he rolled out of bed the next morning, all the porcelain flower pots had been replaced.

The Kyoyas hadn't even realized that their son had been inducted into the mafia. No matter though. He supposed that being a mafioso was close enough to the warlord roots of his family name, albeit, originating from an entirely different continent. At least the Vongola Family paid attention to him. The key was to impose into their minds that their attention was completely unwarranted and unwanted. The less he pined, the more they would give.

Or so his head said, anyways.

Which was precisely why Hibari was lying down upon the breezy rooftop of Namimori Middle on his own, save for a yellow canary perched upon his chest. The animal pecked at an underside of a wing, preening itself contentedly. Yeah, not much had changed, he supposed, since the day he had taken his very first tonfas into his hands. He still threatened to bite people to death if they dared to step within a six-foot radius of him (even if it were Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Lambo, Mukuro, or Chrome [in fact, they were the ones who knew the best not to disturb him]), and other students still insisted on calling him a delinquent.

There was still one thing that Hibari Kyoya had never foreseen for himself:

Hibari Kyoya had "friends".