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Created on 2007-07-24 18:05:14 (#13448425), last updated 2007-09-03

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Name:	Katou

Bio

NAME: Katou ~~Yue~~
SERIES: Angel Sanctuary
AGE/DOB: 17/10-25
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Gay

OCCUPATION:

Havoc-Storn Memorial; Janitor

Drug dealer

HOUSING: Floor 13, room #07; Reno

APPEARANCE:
At his best, Katou can pass as tired and sickly when he's actually stoned. His brown eyes are hollow and rimmed with lack of sleep, and his pale skin is needle-marked. To touch him feels like death warmed over. Before he started on drugs his shoulder-length hair was once golden, shiny and smooth. Now, his bangs droop limply in front of his eyes; a murky blonde with faded highlights that are only noticed once he remembers to shower. He is slightly taller than average height with a lanky frame. When not wearing the required work uniform, he dresses for the occasion - ranging from too-fucked-to-care to stylish-fag-selling-drugs.

A large scar across his chest distinguishes his features.

AU PERSONALITY:
Addicted. His best friends are needles and whomever holds his hair as he vomits his pain away. There are many times where he sits and contemplates why he bothers with living, and most always he never finds the answer or remembers it the next day; however, he understands the meaning of friendship. While his friends might be able to live without him, Katou cannot bear to leave them. He craves acknowledgment.

Like his canon-counterpart he is carefree, but in the opposite way. He is carefree in the sense he's impassive about most things. Besides the drug trade, he cares for the one person he admires most and would do almost anything to ensure that person's happiness.

CANON PERSONALITY:
First impressions would label him as carefree and aggressive. He loves being the center of attention and enjoys proving his strength by brawling. His jokes are lewd and snarky but all in the name of fun. Younger people annoy and irritate him if they aren't outright adoring his elite prowess, and he has no issues pulling rank in order to get respect. There is a slight issue with authority although once someone proves trustworthy he will brown-nose his way into that person's favour.

AU HISTORY:
He was born into a broken family, a family that would've been perfect if he hadn't been the consequence of his mother's affair. For the longest time Katou was clueless as to the reasoning behind his father's hatred until he later discovered the dark secret. Of course, his biological father had no knowledge of his existence. Even if he did, that wouldn't have changed the beatings. His older sister outright pitied him and he hated her for that. The family was blind to see that all he wanted was love. Not loathing. Not pity.

The world of public schooling opened so many doors. Mainly the idea to sneak into nightclubs where he was introduced to the beautiful realities of drugs and sex. Hookers filled the void where love should've been. Drugs dulled the constant pain and provided him with a safe haven. It was during his high school years when he truly understood the need for money and instead of attending classes full time, he skipped and took up a part time job at the Hospital. A junkie's playground.

CANON HISTORY:
There wasn't anything he remembered prior to waking a second time in Hell. He never questioned why his skin and internal organs were made of plant material. He never wondered why he had the ability to change his appearance at will. If a person wasn't able to recall a memory then that memory wasn't important and apparently his history was worthless. It was an idea he could accept. Otherwise, he'd be risking brain damage trying to understand the physics behind supernatural science and he was too lazy to care.

Instead of memories, there was an imprinted desire to guide and fight alongside the people he called friends. He took it upon himself to use every opportunity as a chance to train and become stronger, for no reason besides his friends. There was probably a noble explanation as to why they were fighting but he never gave it much thought, he was a sheep that way. Always trailing behind like a loyal puppy, wagging his tail happily and barring his fangs whenever needed.