Application for Ruby City

PLAYER
Name: Ingrid/Mint
Age: 17
Personal Journal: dirgni
E-mail: haplessdocument@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: dirgni on AIM, taekotogami on Skype

CHARACTER
Name: Byakuya Togami
Canon: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc
Age: Eighteen
Timeline: A short time after escaping Hope's Peak academy, but before he would've joined the Future Foundation in the canon timeline and before Super High School Level Despair was apprehended.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A!
Personality: Togami relies on his family, a world dominating corporation that is centuries old, to provide him power with which he can channel his natural abilities and talents. Aside from the corporation, he tends to dislike the concept of relying on others--whether it's someone leaning on someone else, someone leaning on him, or the mere suggestion that he is in any way leaning on anyone. He despises typical 'untalented' people and people who dislike hard work in equal measure, considering both qualities to be untrustworthy. This leaves him to trust virtually no one, paranoid about what others could do to him or his work. He is very much a lone wolf, and very much proud of that. This is a weakness of his--his inability to form potentially powerful bonds.

This abhorrence of others does not, however, prevent Togami from manipulating them. One of his most favored tools is the fear or so-called 'humanity' of others that he despises so--going so far as to use a mentally ill girl's secrets to expose a lie that he himself planted, for little more than his own twisted amusement. His morals are twisted to an extreme, leaving him with hardly any empathy except for the most repulsive and unlikeable folk. He is prone to almost childish comments and actions against others that belie his usually sophisticated nature, though these are short lived. Other people to him are little more than pawns, and eventually, obstacles to greater fame and power. Thus, he shows no mercy in tearing opponents down.

He comes off as chilly because of this--he sees no reason for small talk, or for any communication beyond the bare minimum necessary. Despite this, his language is almost flowery and unintelligble to most, preferring long-winded terms to accentuate his blunt nature. Being raised an aristocrat, he had high access to the finest schooling in the country, leading him to become a very educated man at a very young age. He learns quickly, and acts even quicker.

Despite this inherent knowledge, he isn't exactly a wealth of common sense. His logic that he presents as absolutely immovable is often fundementally flawed in one way or another. He's also not very well versed in social situations, often preferring solitude or merely a lack of engagement with his peers. He gets along much better with people twice his age than any classmates--which makes a weird kind of sense due to a unique profession for his age that requires meeting with several people the average student of his age would encounter even once in their lives. He is very formal, which often leads to him being mocked or ostracised.

Deeper down, he's extremely critical of himself and his work, striving to become the person he believes he has to be in order to correctly manage the Togami Conglomerate. Pressure from his father forces him into a position where any flaws he has must be removed, any blemishes hidden. This irrational idea of human perfection plagues him, and so he hunts success wherever he can find it. He believes that a combination of hard work and his own birthright of talent leads the way to this ideal of perfection, and so he works tirelessly, often at the expense of his own well being. Typically, however, he's very meticulous, taking great pride in his hygeine and appearance. This also ties in to his belief of a true perfection, and his own self worth.

His confidence is hardly unfounded, however. He is extremely successful in his business of day trading, especially for someone edging out of high school. It is rumored he once gained forty million yen in a single day of trading stocks. When prompted a question about his age in relation to his profession, he merely replies with the iconic line of "my name is Byakuya Togami". He is cold and calculating, but above all, he is the success he feels like he needs to be. However, the death of his family during The Worst, Most Despair-Inducing Event took a toll on his usually sparkling pride. He became even more withdrawn and snappish, prone to long stretches of depression and panic attacks--especially due to the new influx of memories of the past two years that were previously submurged. He's not quite a shadow yet, due to Super High School Level Hope, but he's getting there.

Background: The most significant tradition of the Togami family is to hold a competition between the progeny of the current generation to decide the next heir. The competitors range anywhere from thirty to thirteen, with those to the younger side being naturally disadvantaged. Byakuya was the youngest child, "raised" by a mother that ignored him and a father that was entirely too busy with work and believed that seeing any of his possible heirs would give them an unfair advantage. So, he was left to see the family butler, Aloysius Pennyworth, as a father figure of sorts. Eventually, he won the competition, throwing his older siblings into exile. Two years later, he attended Hope's Peak Academy.

Sometime in between that day and the day he stepped out of the school's doors for the final time, every person related to the Togami family was killed, leaving him the heir to nothing. The butler remained alive, although hunted by the Soldiers of Hope.

During the school life of mutual killing, he never killed anyone himself--except Junko Enoshima, along with his fellow survivors--though he did manipulate the corpse of Chihiro Fujisaki, Super High School Level Programmer, to make it appear as if a famed serial killer, Genocider Syo--otherwise known as Touko Fukawa, Super High School Level Novelist, who told Togami her secret shortly before Fujisaki died--had committed the crime. He did this to test the ability of his classmates to discern his chances of committing a murder in the future, and partially for his own amusement. His motive item for both the first and second cases is unknown.
He escaped the school with five other survivors into a broken Japan, where his story begins.

Abilities: Physically, he's not much--though he is very tall and capable of running relatively fast, he tires easily and has poor coordination. Strategically, however, he's a genius--though he's rarely had an actual fight to use it in, he is a a very quick thinker. He takes advantages of weaknesses without any hesitation, taking every piece of ground he can.
Outside of fighting skills, he has several intellectual talents. Being raised bilingual (to German and Japanese) he has a knack for languages, knowing four fluently besides the aforementioned two--French, English, Mandarin, and Korean. He can semi-successfully play numerous instruments, though he rarely makes use of these talents, only using violin on occasion. In addition,

First Person:
[There's a flickering burst of static that disturbs a formerly tranquil seen, followed by a wavering image of a face that appears to be floating in and out of frame--he isn't sure how this works, it's evident. What can be seen is a hard jawline and fair skin, a mouth curled into a scowl. Further up, there's glasses, half flashing in the poor lighting above striking blue eyes. His features are almost Japanese, albeit belied by a trail of fair hair on his forehead. He looks serious, certainly, though his words following somewhat deflate that concept.]

Is this actually a thing that exists? I refuse to believe it.

[He pauses for a gratuitious cough, obligingly covered by a pale fist.]

If so, my, ah...apologies for disturbing whatever may be going on at the moment.

[That didn't sound sincere, only bored. The camera steadies itself eventually as he gets the hang of it.]

My name is Byakuya Togami. I....I am, as one might say, 'new in town'.

[The grimace on his face does indicate that he understands the meaning, though the term is foreign to him. There's another cough and a flurry of movement.]

....That shall be all, for now. Farwell...city. If this does work.

Third Person:
The heir--no, former heir, he had nothing to inheiret, nothing to gain--trekked across the ash of a burned home.

For once, he regretted his eagle eye for the smallest detail, seeing bones poking out of the dust and a glimmering wreck of what he knew to be a chandelier--five feet tall, twenty feet off the ground--he used to stand under it and look up--pretend he could reach up and pick off the crystal like fruit, the crystal crashed and cluttering the damp earth, overgrown by vines that reclaimed man's arrogance. It made him sick to look at that, so he pressed forward into the wreckage, pausing no more until his left foot struck solid iron, making him realize his eyes had been shut and he was walking blindly to a better time.

He stared down at where his foot hit, taking in a sharp inhale--both from pain, and from the feeling of loss that invaded his every thought, telling him to turn back, you shouldn't have come to the house of ghosts. He followed an ornate pattern of iron up, up, upwards, to a glimmering, gilded chatacter in kanji--the first of his family name. Togami. Unbreakable, gods among normal men. This was the name he carried no more, this was the name he whispered as he pushed open the remains of the gate, toes still throbbing.

Inside was worse, he decided, still compartimentalizing any feelings he might encounter, roaming through the empty hallways. In the main entrance hall, there were crystal shards mirroring the false gems outside. In the library, there were torn and desecrated books, novels waterlogged beyond literacy. In the hallway--in the dining room--in the butler's quarters--destruction far as the eye could see. Further than the eye would want to see, at any rate.

He creaked up the stairs, passing bedrooms among bedrooms to reach the only quarter with the door ajar--no, not ajar, torn off its hinges and thrown aside like a toy. The light sifted through the massive windows upstairs--it was an overcast day, and the light seemed cloying, like the lamps in a morgue. He pushed into the room, feeling certain that this was the crecendo of the opera he was in, the turning point where the main character found enlightenment, where he reached a perpetual realization of sorts.

Or the main character died.