PLAYER Name: Ally Personal Journal:ally_music E-mail: spike_black@web.de AIM/MSN/etc: kogepankon
CHARACTER Name: Undertaker Canon: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) Timeline: End of the Ship Voyage Arc (Manga verse)
Personality:
The Undertaker has a very cheerful personality, which is remarkable considering in which kind of business he works at. Then again considering his true nature of being a retired Shinigami, a “Death God”, which was revealed towards the end of the Ship Voyage Arc, it is completely normal for one of his kind not to think too bad of death. It doesn’t mean that he is disrespectful towards the dead, by any means; Undertaker treats every dead person coming to his business as a “guest” of his, even calling them that and this shows deep respect coming from his side while other Shinigami such as Grell Sutcliff only care about collecting the souls of the dead.
Another thing that should be noted about Undertaker is that he has a rather strange sense of humor. It is usually hinted that odd posing or embarrassing or naïve behavior such as that of Viscount of Druitt. He treasures fun and laughter, going even far enough to defend the Viscount from a killing blow, saying that to him it would be like losing the whole world and that a world without laughter would be sad.
Aside from a strange sense of humor, the Shinigami also has a strange, if not eccentric behavior. He loves to sleep in coffins especially his own, custom-made ones, looking through papers his head lying on the desk or uses his work utensils for serving drinks, if only to freak others out or the joy of frightening them and see their reaction. His work also seems to bleed into his preference for daily objects, a sort of theme of morbidity - he eats bone shaped cookies. Even for giving information to others he prefers to be paid by being amused in some way rather than in exchange for the Queen’s money.
First Person:
[Behind his sleeve he hid a wide, cheerful, grin. Undertaker was truly fascinated by the sudden change of the situation. To be honest, he hadn’t expected that he would find someone to amuse him so quickly, although this proved to be a promising one.]
Oh~ tell me, have you ever slept in a coffin? I assure you that it’s actually much better than sleeping in a bed. Since they are custom-made, just to fit for you after all.
[He couldn’t wait for the reaction he would receive once they realized what he was talking about. After all, humans had such a strange sense of right and wrong if they thought of coffins or death in general. But this was what made them such entertaining and amusing beings in his eyes.]
Third Person:
It was a usual day of work to him. Undertaker had a few guests for today; all of them were waiting to receive a special treatment from him. Others would have felt their stomach turn at the sight of corpses lying in front of them, but it was different to the former Shinigami. As he stood next to one of his guests, he took a hand and lifted it with utmost care before he ran a wet cloth over it. "My dear, how do you feel? You look like you have been through a lot…"
In his humble opinion the guests that entered his business had more charisma than most of the living that brought them to him. No more words to be spoken since they have said what had to be said and nothing could leave their lips anymore, neither lies nor truth. Their skin as white as the white of a bone or porcelain it would make every Victorian woman jealous of them. No sunlight could taint their show-white flesh ever again, even though they were a little cold to touch if you weren’t used to it. But that didn’t matter much to the Undertaker. He treasured his guests, every one of them equally. They were truly charming in his eyes.
"I wonder…" Yet, there was one thing none of his guests could do despite how much he preferred all of them over the living. None of them could move nor express any more feelings than just the one they passed to the next world with. They couldn’t share a cheerful laughter together as their bodies were slowly but certainly passing on along with their souls, waiting for their very own end to come. "…how many of you would have needed some first-rate laughs in your former lives?" Long-nailed fingers reached up to place back some lose strands of hair before he leaned down to place a kiss on his lovely guest's forehead. "It was all my pleasure to get to know you."
[CANON] Undertaker | Kuroshituji | Reserved
Name: Ally
Personal Journal:
E-mail: spike_black@web.de
AIM/MSN/etc: kogepankon
CHARACTER
Name: Undertaker
Canon: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Timeline: End of the Ship Voyage Arc (Manga verse)
Personality:
The Undertaker has a very cheerful personality, which is remarkable considering in which kind of business he works at. Then again considering his true nature of being a retired Shinigami, a “Death God”, which was revealed towards the end of the Ship Voyage Arc, it is completely normal for one of his kind not to think too bad of death. It doesn’t mean that he is disrespectful towards the dead, by any means; Undertaker treats every dead person coming to his business as a “guest” of his, even calling them that and this shows deep respect coming from his side while other Shinigami such as Grell Sutcliff only care about collecting the souls of the dead.
Another thing that should be noted about Undertaker is that he has a rather strange sense of humor. It is usually hinted that odd posing or embarrassing or naïve behavior such as that of Viscount of Druitt. He treasures fun and laughter, going even far enough to defend the Viscount from a killing blow, saying that to him it would be like losing the whole world and that a world without laughter would be sad.
Aside from a strange sense of humor, the Shinigami also has a strange, if not eccentric behavior. He loves to sleep in coffins especially his own, custom-made ones, looking through papers his head lying on the desk or uses his work utensils for serving drinks, if only to freak others out or the joy of frightening them and see their reaction. His work also seems to bleed into his preference for daily objects, a sort of theme of morbidity - he eats bone shaped cookies. Even for giving information to others he prefers to be paid by being amused in some way rather than in exchange for the Queen’s money.
First Person:
[Behind his sleeve he hid a wide, cheerful, grin. Undertaker was truly fascinated by the sudden change of the situation. To be honest, he hadn’t expected that he would find someone to amuse him so quickly, although this proved to be a promising one.]
Oh~ tell me, have you ever slept in a coffin? I assure you that it’s actually much better than sleeping in a bed. Since they are custom-made, just to fit for you after all.
[He couldn’t wait for the reaction he would receive once they realized what he was talking about. After all, humans had such a strange sense of right and wrong if they thought of coffins or death in general. But this was what made them such entertaining and amusing beings in his eyes.]
Third Person:
It was a usual day of work to him. Undertaker had a few guests for today; all of them were waiting to receive a special treatment from him. Others would have felt their stomach turn at the sight of corpses lying in front of them, but it was different to the former Shinigami. As he stood next to one of his guests, he took a hand and lifted it with utmost care before he ran a wet cloth over it. "My dear, how do you feel? You look like you have been through a lot…"
In his humble opinion the guests that entered his business had more charisma than most of the living that brought them to him. No more words to be spoken since they have said what had to be said and nothing could leave their lips anymore, neither lies nor truth. Their skin as white as the white of a bone or porcelain it would make every Victorian woman jealous of them. No sunlight could taint their show-white flesh ever again, even though they were a little cold to touch if you weren’t used to it. But that didn’t matter much to the Undertaker. He treasured his guests, every one of them equally. They were truly charming in his eyes.
"I wonder…" Yet, there was one thing none of his guests could do despite how much he preferred all of them over the living. None of them could move nor express any more feelings than just the one they passed to the next world with. They couldn’t share a cheerful laughter together as their bodies were slowly but certainly passing on along with their souls, waiting for their very own end to come. "…how many of you would have needed some first-rate laughs in your former lives?" Long-nailed fingers reached up to place back some lose strands of hair before he leaned down to place a kiss on his lovely guest's forehead. "It was all my pleasure to get to know you."