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Group: Death Note Wielder
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Member No.: 7
Joined: 4-January 07
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Name: Mark Teo
Age: 20
Description: Medium height. He has short, black, messy hair. Wears an orange-tan T-shirt with an image of a pride of lions on the front. He wears a light-brown bodywarmer over the top, the front of which is left open so that the lion image can still be seen. Around his neck, he wears a black cord with a lions' claw on the end. On his left wrist is a black analog watch, on his right, a black wristband with a flame design.
He wears a pair of long, grey-green cargo shorts that go down to a little below his knee. On his feet are a pair of hiking boots, pale brown, black and orange in color, with black socks underneath.
Shinigami Name: Shinoshishi
Shinigami Description: An anthro lion which somehow manages to retain a very natural look. He has a vertical scar across his left cheek. His mane is somewhat tatty . His eyes have a rather mean look to them, and his teeth and claws seem a little shaper, more extended than those of a regular lion.
Character Special: None.
Backstory:
"You're a failure! And you'll always be a failure. You know why? Because you have a bad attitude. You won't get anywhere in life the way you are."
The irritating tone of his fathers' voice cut through Mark's brain. Huh. Failure? He was in his second year of University. That's a funny definition of 'failure'. Then again, it had always been like this, even as a child. Mark had always been one of the smartest kids in his class. His teachers always praised him for how smart he was. Some even called him a genius for his age. Yet when he got home, he was always called a failure. Compared to the few out there who were better than him. He was shouted at, and told 'why can't you be more like they are?'
At that, Mark headed for the door. He didn't care where he went, or what he did; he just wanted to get away from HIM.
Half an hour later, and Mark found himself at the childrens' play area in his local park. He sat on a swing in the deserted area, looking up at the clear night sky. Something about the cold darkess was oddly soothing; It was probably the best place to be to try and cool off, anyway.
Another hour passed, with Mark just sitting on the swing. The darkness was so peaceful at this hour. No noisy crowds, no stupid kids playing around. Just silence. "Well, I guess I may as well head back now", Mark thought to himself, finally getting to his feet. As he stepped through the gate he saw something small and black stand out on the ground, bathed in the glow of a nearby street lamp.
"Hmm?" Mark couldn't tell what it was from this distance. It looked like it could have been a purse or wallet. Well, that's what he hoped. He could always use some spare cash. He walked over to the item, crouched down, and picked it up, examining it in the light. He read the words on the front. "Death... Note?"
It was a book. Mark quickly flicked through it, notcing that most of the pages were blank. "Ugh. It's probably just some kids' school workbook, or something", he muttered. Just as he was about to discard the book to the confines of the nearest trashcan, he noticed something written inside the front cover.
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds."
"....What crap." Mark muttered to himself. This was obviously something that a dumb kid had written in their schoolbook. Things like that didn't exist. Only in stupid horror movies and the like. But still, why did he suddenly feel so curious to try it out? Well, not that it would work or anything, but it certainly wouldn't hurt. After all, given what happened earlier, he had a perfectly good idea of who he wanted to 'kill'.
Noticing his lack of a pen or pencil, Mark snapped a small twig off of a nearby tree, and bit into his left forefinger. As a little blood dripped down into his palm, he dipped the pointed end of the twig in it, and began to write.
After that, he headed home. He wasn't sure why, but he'd decided to keep the book, for some reason or another. As he drew close to his house, he saw the door was open. He could hear crying. He broke into a run, and stopped in horrow when he reached his front gate.
There on the floor, at the bottom of a flight of stairs, lay his Dad. his head split open, which was the cause of the puddle of blood he was in.
"B...but I..." Mark stammered. It was exactly what he'd written in that book. Down to the exact detail. Suddenly, he heard a cackle behind him;
"So, didn't think it would work, didjya?" the voice laughed cockily. Mark turned his head, only to see a trange-looking lion standing behind him- on two feet, nonetheless. Well, paws.
"The names Shinoshishi - that's 'Lion of Death'. That book, right- you think it was a coincidence you found it? Nah. I put it there. You were radiating bloodlust like there was no tomorrow! So, I thought I'd help ya out."
Mark's pupils dilated. "You... you caused this?!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "Get the hell away from me!!"
"Well, y'see, here's the thing, kid; as long as you have that book, I ain't goin' nowhere, you got that? And if you get rid o' that book, you'll forget all about it. You won't even get to find out about all the others like you out there. And wouldn't that be a shame?"
Mark seethed once more, his eyes burning with hatred towards this 'creature'. "Listen... I don't know who you are or where you came from, but GO. If I see you around again, I'll KILL you. And I'm NOT a kid.... got that?!"
At that, the lion burst into a fit of laughter. "Kill ME?! Oh, that's rich. You kill me. It's a CLASSIC!" Mark's expression changed to one off annoyance. "What do you mean, 'that's rich'?"
"Oh, you'll find out in good time.... kid."
Six months later, and Mark didn't have the same house to go back to, anymore. They'd had to sell up and move to a small, dingy apartment in the bad part of town just to make ends meet. Mark had to drop out of University, too. With his father gone, there was no way he could afford it. His Dad had been a high earner, and now, that was gone.
In his room, Mark bound his Death Note shut, sealing it for what he hoped would be forever. If what Shinoshishi had said was true, there were plenty more of these books out there. He threw it into his backpack, and headed out.
He wouldn't rest until every last one was destroyed.
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