Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN (In-Game Name):
WhisperTheFallen (applying)
WhisperBaBallin
Discord Name & Tag:
whisperthefallen
Which timezone are you in?
EST
List your current and past IC/OOC faction applications:
Describe your activity on the server:
I would say my activity is decently frequent, with usually a set time I log on and off. I am usually on every day and deeply enjoy the time I spend online, since it’s usually spent RPing with friends or with members of my character’s families. Now, in terms of how long I’m online per day, that also ranges depending on if I have anyone to interact with or not. But on weekdays, when I do work, I am usually on from the time I get home, which is usually about 4–5 PM EST, and log off around 11 PM to 12 AM EST. The longest period of time I’ll be online for on a workday is about 8 hours. On the weekends, if I don’t have any plans, I won’t be too busy, so I’ll be able to get on for a lot longer, usually from the time I wake up to the time I want to sleep. This would be anywhere from 8–9 AM EST all the way to 1 AM. The longest time I could be on, if needed, is about 17 hours when I don’t have work. Overall, I usually spend most of my free time on SRP unless I have other activities or things to get to.
What is your motivation for applying?:
I would say I have a few main reasons for applying to KPD. The first main reason I have would be the fact that, for the longest time, I’ve enjoyed anything that relates to criminal justice and law enforcement. From being a Judge in SRP, to a Criminal Justice Professor in the college, to actually studying Criminal Justice in both high school and college, it is a particular subject that I’ve been interested in from a young age, and this would be another extension of that. This is my main OOC motivation, at least. My second motivation is me wanting to develop my character further than he has already been developed. Within his backstory, and even through RP, Virion has been someone who has always seen the best and worst of people, including himself. I believe putting him in KPD would be able to develop his character, giving him a redemption arc of sorts, making his character a bit more layered and deeper, while marking a significant turning point in his life due to the fact that he is my longest-lasting character
What knowledge do you have of Police Work?
There are a few different ways I can answer this. From an OOC perspective, I have decently extensive knowledge on police work in my country, including the fact that they have a wide range of responsibilities and functions within the criminal justice system. Their main role is to maintain public safety and overall serve as enforcers and upholders of the law. In Karakura and SRP, they have a similar main role, which is why they’re so important on SRP.
I do know on SRP they are separated into two different divisions. There’s the main division, which has the bulk of the police force. To my understanding, that ranges from Cadet, which is the very beginning and first role of a starting officer. The period of them being a Cadet lasts for 2 weeks, and by the end of it, they’ll be required to take a test to continue. From Cadet, they can then go up the ranks to Patrol Officer. As a Patrol Officer they are still new, but now they have a bit more freedom. They do need permission to leave the police department depending on emergency level.
From Patrol Officer you have the chance to go into the Detective Division. From here, the roles in Detective and Main Division are similar. Each role has their own responsibility, but they do mirror each other in rank in their respective divisions. To summarize everything, to my understanding, Detective Constable can be equated to Patrol Officer, Detective Sergeant can be equated to Corporal, Detective Inspector is Sergeant, Detective Chief Inspector is Lieutenant, and finally Detective Superintendent can be equated to Captain in the main division. And finally, the highest role would be Commissioner, who oversees the entire police force in Karakura.
Why is Police important to SchoolRP?
A police force is what makes the server more immersive, especially when it comes to the out-of-school setting. While School Roleplay is the main focus of the server, since that’s what it’s named after, the police force plays a vital role in maintaining order and realism within the city of Karakura. They help deter crime and provide consequences for actions that would otherwise go unchecked, which in turn creates a more believable world. The presence of KPD also adds depth to the world, reinforcing the feeling of living in any modern community. Without them, the town aspects of SRP would lack structure, which means that along with upholding the town laws, they also ensure that CrimeRP and GangRP have real consequences and challenges. To add onto this, simply having KPD be a thing creates more opportunity for RP and character development that otherwise wouldn’t be a thing.
Do you acknowledge that if training is held whilst you are online, you are needed to attend or you will be punished?
Yes, I acknowledge this, and I will attend training every time I can.
WhisperTheFallen (applying)
WhisperBaBallin
Discord Name & Tag:
whisperthefallen
Which timezone are you in?
EST
List your current and past IC/OOC faction applications:
Describe your activity on the server:
I would say my activity is decently frequent, with usually a set time I log on and off. I am usually on every day and deeply enjoy the time I spend online, since it’s usually spent RPing with friends or with members of my character’s families. Now, in terms of how long I’m online per day, that also ranges depending on if I have anyone to interact with or not. But on weekdays, when I do work, I am usually on from the time I get home, which is usually about 4–5 PM EST, and log off around 11 PM to 12 AM EST. The longest period of time I’ll be online for on a workday is about 8 hours. On the weekends, if I don’t have any plans, I won’t be too busy, so I’ll be able to get on for a lot longer, usually from the time I wake up to the time I want to sleep. This would be anywhere from 8–9 AM EST all the way to 1 AM. The longest time I could be on, if needed, is about 17 hours when I don’t have work. Overall, I usually spend most of my free time on SRP unless I have other activities or things to get to.
What is your motivation for applying?:
I would say I have a few main reasons for applying to KPD. The first main reason I have would be the fact that, for the longest time, I’ve enjoyed anything that relates to criminal justice and law enforcement. From being a Judge in SRP, to a Criminal Justice Professor in the college, to actually studying Criminal Justice in both high school and college, it is a particular subject that I’ve been interested in from a young age, and this would be another extension of that. This is my main OOC motivation, at least. My second motivation is me wanting to develop my character further than he has already been developed. Within his backstory, and even through RP, Virion has been someone who has always seen the best and worst of people, including himself. I believe putting him in KPD would be able to develop his character, giving him a redemption arc of sorts, making his character a bit more layered and deeper, while marking a significant turning point in his life due to the fact that he is my longest-lasting character
What knowledge do you have of Police Work?
There are a few different ways I can answer this. From an OOC perspective, I have decently extensive knowledge on police work in my country, including the fact that they have a wide range of responsibilities and functions within the criminal justice system. Their main role is to maintain public safety and overall serve as enforcers and upholders of the law. In Karakura and SRP, they have a similar main role, which is why they’re so important on SRP.
I do know on SRP they are separated into two different divisions. There’s the main division, which has the bulk of the police force. To my understanding, that ranges from Cadet, which is the very beginning and first role of a starting officer. The period of them being a Cadet lasts for 2 weeks, and by the end of it, they’ll be required to take a test to continue. From Cadet, they can then go up the ranks to Patrol Officer. As a Patrol Officer they are still new, but now they have a bit more freedom. They do need permission to leave the police department depending on emergency level.
From Patrol Officer you have the chance to go into the Detective Division. From here, the roles in Detective and Main Division are similar. Each role has their own responsibility, but they do mirror each other in rank in their respective divisions. To summarize everything, to my understanding, Detective Constable can be equated to Patrol Officer, Detective Sergeant can be equated to Corporal, Detective Inspector is Sergeant, Detective Chief Inspector is Lieutenant, and finally Detective Superintendent can be equated to Captain in the main division. And finally, the highest role would be Commissioner, who oversees the entire police force in Karakura.
Why is Police important to SchoolRP?
A police force is what makes the server more immersive, especially when it comes to the out-of-school setting. While School Roleplay is the main focus of the server, since that’s what it’s named after, the police force plays a vital role in maintaining order and realism within the city of Karakura. They help deter crime and provide consequences for actions that would otherwise go unchecked, which in turn creates a more believable world. The presence of KPD also adds depth to the world, reinforcing the feeling of living in any modern community. Without them, the town aspects of SRP would lack structure, which means that along with upholding the town laws, they also ensure that CrimeRP and GangRP have real consequences and challenges. To add onto this, simply having KPD be a thing creates more opportunity for RP and character development that otherwise wouldn’t be a thing.
Do you acknowledge that if training is held whilst you are online, you are needed to attend or you will be punished?
Yes, I acknowledge this, and I will attend training every time I can.
In-Character (IC) Section
What's your character's full name?:
Virion Xyrcan
How old is your character (if accepted)?:
25
What are your character's gender and pronouns?:
Male, He/Him
Please select your highest academic role at the time of writing this application:
(Grade-12/Bachelors/Masters/PhD):
Bachelors in collage
What languages does your character know besides Japanese?:
Spanish, Greek
Describe your character; how they look, what makes them unique?
Virion is a tall figure, standing at a height of 7’0”. His skin is a muted bronze, his frame sturdy yet lean, while he carried himself with the grace of a tiger. Messy, unruly black hair, tipped with a purple sheen, fell in careless clumps around a handsome face that carried a heavy, almost haunted look in his hazel, feline-like eyes, eyes that ever so slightly flickered with a mischievous look, along with an almost tired sorrow that the rest of his features didn’t show. Along with this, scars marked his skin, thin lines in jagged patterns sprawling over his body, almost every part covered in some type of scar. The largest scar, seemingly on his back, was a massive tattoo of a centipede that crawled down the center of his spine like a mark etched into his bones. The tattoo itself was covered in burn scars. Two elongated canines peeked from his lips when he smiled, along with smaller cosmetic fangs that gleamed in the light with every parting of his lips. He held a confidence to his form, with a voice that was smooth and purring. With each motion he took, his movements were followed with a cat-like unpredictability, always aware of his surroundings.
How does your character act in a professional/casual situation?
In a professional environment, Virion carries himself with grace and embodies his true height of 7’, keeping himself composed. His tone his measured, and his posture is straight with sharp and focused eyes. He tries his best to seem calm and confident, maybe even intimidating with his taller stature and feral look. He doesn’t like wasting time and prefers to listen more than speak. Not wanting to waste time on needless chattering. And most importantly, when conflict arises, he handles it with efficiency. Or he tries to at least. He also keeps some sense of distance while on duty. That doesn’t stop him from being compassionate as he is able to show empathy when needed on the job.
Now, casually, Virion is extremely different. He’s far more relaxed and most of the time enjoys being a lot more playful or teasing. He is more often than not light-hearted and opts not to talk about his past too much. He doesn’t like dwelling on the past, so he hides behind a facade of humor and likes being a lot more silly than anything. He enjoys banter and making jokes at his expense if it makes others laugh. He values simple peace and simply enjoys the lighter moments.
What is their outlook on the idea of co-workers & teamwork?
Virion isn’t exactly against teamwork or the idea of co-workers. Having worked a few jobs, Virion is familiar with what it’s like to have co-workers, but teamwork would be a bit more of a challenge for him. His outlook is deeply influenced by the life he’s lived. For the most part, living on the streets, the idea of teamwork came with caution, and he’d still carry this with him in his current approach; however, it would be extremely tempered over the years.
On coworkers: His view of them is built on respect and trust. As officers, they’ll need to trust each other at a minimum, and Virion would do his best to trust them so long as they are able to trust him. It’s as simple as that; he’s always lived off the idea that if he shows respect, then he’ll get respect back. That’s exactly how he’d treat his coworkers with respect, and in return, he’ll get respect too. Of course, being betrayed quite a lot might make him a bit distant and observant rather than instantly open, but that wouldn’t stop him from doing what needs to be done to help his coworkers when they need the help. He also tries to approach them with empathy if mistakes are made. Everyone is human, so as long as it's reasonable, he won’t be anything but reasonable.
When it comes to teamwork, Virion knows that this is the core of any unit. In his experience, he knows what good teamwork looks like and what bad teamwork looks like. He is quickly able to fill his role in any team, doesn’t matter what that role is. He’ll do his best to work with others to make sure everything goes smoothly.
What's your character's backstory?
The city was not kind to the small, the quiet, or the hungry.
Virion learned that before he ever learned what kindness truly meant. To Virion, during his childhood, there was one smell he remembered the most. The smell of smoke and rotting wood. The sound of a still, quiet regret that clung to the damp walls of the skeleton of a hut they lived in at the time. He lived with his mother and his younger brother in a place where rats scurried.
His mother wasn’t cruel, not at first. Every day, she slipped further from the person that she used to be. Virion couldn’t blame her for that; it tended to happen when hunger ate at you, when grief tore into your soul. Virion did what he could. He scavenged. At dawn, he would crawl past the broken frame of a door, his small feet pattering against asphalt slick with rain. He dug through scraps behind markets, stole bread when no one was watching, and learned how to lie. It was second nature to him.
He always gave the bigger portions to his younger brother.
Akira was only four, fragile, pale. He had a soft laugh. Virion loved that sound. It reminded him that there was still something good left to protect. When Akira smiled, the world didn’t feel so heavy. And so Virion would starve if it meant his brother could laugh one more time. That was the most important thing in the world to him. It wasn’t having a big house, or even nice things.
All Virion wanted? It was for his brother to get better. That's what he struggled for, that's why he did things no six-year-old should have to endure. He did it in hopes that it would pave the way to a better future. His mother even encouraged his foolish beliefs. She would tell him that “One day, we’ll have a home again.” That “one day” never came. It was a foolish belief born from optimism he had no right to have.
It was on a night like any other, honestly, that everything shattered.
The rain had stopped, but the air still stank of rotting wood. Virion came home after having to fight his way through the market after getting caught. His fingers trembled from the rushing adrenaline as he broke it in half, setting the larger piece beside Akira's sleeping form. But his mother’s voice stopped him cold.
“Why do you always feed him first?” Her tone was strange, sharp with venom dripping from her tongue. Virion turned to face her, the dim lanternlight flickering across her hollow face.
“Because he’s smaller,” Virion said simply. “He needs it more.”
His mother’s eyes gleamed in the half-dark. There was something that made Virion’s chest tighten.
“He’s weak,” she snarled. “Always has been.”
Virion blinked, not sure he’d heard her right. “He’s just tired. He’ll get stronger.”
Her lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “No. He won’t. Weakness spreads, Virion. It spreads like a sickness. And if I don’t stop it now…”
She moved before he could speak.
Virion himself doesn't remember everything that happened within that moment. There were flashes, screaming, red. Warm, crimson colored stains. All he remembered was the fading of his mother's already hollow eyes, along with anguished screams.. his?
There was crying, apologizing, and Virion found himself walking. he stood on shaking legs, covered in blood that wasn’t his, and walked out into the storm.
He didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t care. Each step hurt, but stopping hurt worse. He stumbled through alleys, through puddles that shimmered red in the faint glow of distant streetlights, until his strength finally gave out.
When he collapsed, it was beside a pile of trash, the smell of rot and smoke thick in the air. He was six years old, alone, and shaking from cold and terror. He curled into himself, whispering Akira's ame until his voice gave out.
And then, just before his consciousness slipped away, he thought he saw movement in the dark. A shadow. A hand reaching out.
When Virion opened his eyes, the world still felt.. Horribly empty. But this time, he wasn’t alone. A boy older than he was crouched beside him, and a half-eaten piece of bread was clutched tightly in his rough-looking hands. “You alive?” he asked, his voice was harsh, the manifestation of cold winds that bit at your skin. Virion blinked up at him, unsure if this was another dream, a ghost that had come to take him away. His lips parted, but no words came out.
The older boy sighed, tossing the bread down beside him. “Fine. Don’t talk, then. But if you’re gonna die, don’t do it here. You’ll attract the flies.” And then he turned to leave.
Something in Virion stirred at his words. There was a quiet defiance that lingered in his gut. A stubborn spark that had kept him alive all this time, he moved to grab the boy’s sleeve weakly. His fingers were so small compared to others his age; they were so thin, frail. “Wait” he rasped with a dry voice. “Please.” That single word was enough; when the world was so cruel, desperation was the catalyst of sympathy.
The boy hesitated, then he croutched back down. “My name’s Kyrian…” He muttered out, almost reluctantly. “You can come with me if you can walk. If not… sorry, kid.” It hurt Virion when he had to stand; his bones creaked, and it took everything he had just to walk.
This was the beginning of the worst life someone could ever ask for, he just didn’t know it yet.
Kyrian was never kind. Not in the way most people would think kindness is at least. He never smiled, not fully. His lips curved, but there was nothing in his eyes to back up the action. He taught Virion how to survive, and to Virion, that was enough. Virion followed his lead, absorbing every lesson like a sponge to water he soaked it all up. But Kyrian had something else to him, anger.
He hated the world. He called it a machine that grinds down cogs, and everyone on earth is a cog a part of a larger machine. Everyone wears down eventually, no matter the size or importance of the cog, and they all get replaced. Virion wasn’t someone who understood this at first. Despite everything in his life, he simply couldn’t grasp being capable of such hatred when he was so young. Maybe that’s what eventually saved him, but for now? Saving wasn’t what he got. That difference they had would destroy them both.
The child who had once cried for his mother was gone, replaced by a quiet, observant boy. And Kyrian was proud of him for it. They fell into a rhythm of sorts. A team dynamic of stealing, scavenging, and living off the scraps they were thrown. It was.. Gentle in a cruel way, it was peace, a simple routine that they could do for the rest of their lives.
The world didn’t stay gentle for long. It never did with Virion. It all started when Kyrian began to change. He became colder, hungrier. The way he spoke about the world shifted from cynicism to nihilism. “Everything's broken,” that's how his rants would start. “This system the world works in, the reason people do what they do. It’s all rot, it’s all worthless… don’t you see?” Virion never gave him a proper answer. How could he? A 9-year-old boy shouldn’t be discussing the problems of the world.
Kyrian took that silence for loyalty. They became inseparable, bound by the illusion of brotherhood that Kyrian created after calling Virion “Little Brother,” and the words made something ache in Virion, a deep longing for actual stability. Maybe that was Kyrian’s mistake, maybe that’s what kept Virion clinging onto his humanity. However, his humanity was what made him malleable. Because, for all the darkness that made Kyrian, he saved Virion once. And that was enough to make him stay. For all the chaos Virion knew, he would never betray that loyalty.
Like a bind, Virion was ensnared in a trap made by Kyrian. A trap made to keep Virion loyal. Even when Kyrian grew distant. Even when his plans started to sound like revenge. Even when Virion began to realize that the person he trusted the most was slowly teaching him how to hate the world, too. By the time Virion turned ten, he had stopped counting passing days. He was content to stick with their current way of life.
But some nights, when Kyrian was asleep and everything was quiet, he would still dream of his younger brother’s laughter. And when he woke, the sound of memory hurt more than that hunger that gnawed at the back of his skull.
It was not even a year later when Kyrian had forced Virion into a foster home.
The first time Virion saw the foster home, it didn’t feel real.
The building looked like a memory from someone else’s life. Someone whom he would have envied. Ivory walls with sage colored moss crawling up the edges like green lace, windows glowing with the warm gold of early evening. Kids laughed somewhere behind the walls. Laughed. The sound hit Virion like a blade plunging into his heart. It was too bright.He almost turned around.
Kyrian didn’t let him, “You’ll stay here.” He said quietly. “Places like these..” he paused. “It’s safer than where I want to go.” When Virion thought back to these words years later, he wondered, if he had begged Kyrian to stay with him, would he have had to endure everything after? Would things have ended the way they did? It was a thought he didn’t like dwelling on.
The first few days were… awkward to say the least.
Virion didn’t know how to talk to the other kids. He flinched when someone brushed past him in the crowded hallway, kept to himself, and always made sure that his shoes and clothes were within reaching distance from his bed in case he needed to run. The caretakers were kind, but not out of their hearts, out of a reluctant duty.
And then there was Creek.. She was his light.
She was loud where he was quiet, she was full of life and excitement, adventure. The first time she spoke to him, it was because he was sitting alone under a big oak tree. Virion had only recognized her because she had saved him from being squished in a locker. His taller frame was also something that made the kids standoffish. Virion seemed wild. Creek didn’t care.
It was after that, when Virion finally used his taller size to his advantage to scare off some bullies for Creek. He got into a fight and lost, but it was enough to get them off her back, and so it was enough for Virion. They became inseparable. Creek had this way of making everything feel a little less heavy; she’d talk about books, about silly things, about the world outside the home. And Virion, who had spent years surviving, found himself listening. Then talking. Then laughing.
The first time he laughed, really laughed, he startled himself. This was a nice time, his best years alive. Kyrian even visited. He introduced Creek to him, and together they were just 3 kids.. They were just having fun under the night stars, and everything was nice. Everything was okay. Everything was gentle.
One day, Kyrian looked colder. There was a tension in his jaw, and bitterness laced his words. He told Virion that he wasn’t safe here; he reminded Virion that the world they came from, the world Creek needed, were two different worlds. As long as Virion stayed with her, she would be destroyed. And Virion believed Kyrian, Virion was only 13.. Who wouldn’t believe him? Kyrian had saved him, had guided him; why would he lead him astray now?
That night, Creek knew something was wrong. She asked, but Virion didn’t give her an answer, because he was scared that the more he talked, the more he’d lose her. The next day, he left. He had given Creek one last adventure, spent as much time as possible making sure everything was right, before they walked into the woods, and for the last time in years, they were just two best friends.
When Virion was 14, he moved to Karakura. It was such a drastic change; they still lived on the streets, but the streets pulsed with death. The next two years were some of the most damaging for Virion. While he personally never participated in the crimes that Kyrian had committed, he was a witness to all of them, following the young man like a shadow, observing all the horrid acts of murder, and the information he gathered. And through it all, Virion was the most loyal to Kyrian despite knowing all the bad acts he committed.
It was when Virion turned 16 that he started to participate. Acting as Kyrian’s personal soldier. Virion got himself beaten, battered, and stabbed over and over for so many years. He had endured trauma after trauma, losing loved ones. So many loved ones. He nearly had an out, he was nearly happy at 18 when he met a woman. Yuki. They loved each other, they were happy together, and Virion was almost free. Kyrian didn’t want that. Yuki died, and Virion was alone. This was the way for what felt like a long time, until everything came to a head during a fateful night.
Up until this point, Virion had always been defiant to Kyrian. The older man had become paranoid. He stopped trusting anyone but Virion, and even that trust turned into obsession. He began treating Virion like something that could be manipulated. A tool. At the time, Virion didn’t know when his older brother's affection had turned into chains that bound Virion to Kyrian. He just knew he wanted out.
Kyrian had sent Virion out to get some medication for his cough. It was simple enough, but as Virion was taking his usual route, he was jumped. He fended off and escaped from his attackers, running to a hiding spot, where he found Kyrian. Who looked manic. Who looked like his mother. Something inside Virion snapped. Years of fear, guilt, and manipulation all of it boiled over.
They fought. And in the end, Kyrian fell. Virion didn’t even remember the final blow; all he remembered was his brother's weight collapsing into his arms, the sound of the rain mixing with the shallow rasp of his dying breath. Kyrian looked at Virion, and in the last moments of his life, it was only then that Virion saw true, unbridled love. It was only in his dying moments, when Virion saw that the love Kyrian had for him was true, yet it seemed that it only came from Virion releasing Kyrian. And then? He was alone. For the first time in his life he was free, and for the first time in his life he wished he wasn’t.
When Kyrian died, life didn’t stop. The rain didn’t pause. The wind didn’t change. No one mourned his existence because no one cared, no one but Virion. After his brother's death, Virion learned a few things. He learned of his brother's journal, and in this journal, he learned that Kyrian had actually been a half-brother of his. They shared the same mother, different fathers. Kyrian never told Virion this, but he found out after taking a sample of Virion’s saliva. He also found out that Kyrian had orchestrated Yuki’s death and had done his best to make sure that he was loyal.
Despite all this, being alone.. Truly, it was unbearable for him. His brother was dead, killed by his own hands. His friends had long since disappeared into the wind, and Creek was a ghost he couldn’t face. And frankly, he deserved all the misery. He saw his brother in reflections, in dreams, and sometimes even heard his voice.
He would just sit by the window, staring out at the world. The same world that had taken everything from him, the same world he spent years hating with his brother. He thought about the boy he used to be. The boy who used to share scraps of food with his younger brother, who used to chase Creek through the foster home yard, who used to believe that adventures could last forever.
He didn’t recognize that boy as the same person. He saw his reflection in the glass, and he felt like.. The outcome of ruins. This was how he lived until he was 20 years old. By this time the nightmares had dulled, though they never left completely. He’d stopped seeing Kyrian’s face everywhere, though sometimes he still heard him. “Keep going.”
Virion did.
He thought about what was next for him. How could he keep walking? What should his purpose be? He couldn’t undo everything he’d done. He couldn’t bring anyone back. But maybe, he could do something with what was left. He thought about Creek, how she’d call him a hero. And then, in those thoughts, came an idea.. “Maybe I could help.”
That was a nice thought, being able to help people. Using his hands for something other than destruction. It was a thought that almost gave him hope. Hope for a better future, hope to make something of himself. Maybe he could actually have the strength to do this. This thought was the catalyst for a flame to light up within his soul. A buried flame that had been dulled over the years, but maybe helping others could help him.
That was nice, and so that's what he would do. He would try to protect and serve the people and, in turn, the world he used to hate. He would make something of his life, refusing to keep calling pain and anger his only home. Refusing to continue running from the fear that consumed him. He wasn’t going to back down or give up. This wasn’t his calling, but it was his choice. One he was going to make for himself.
Virion learned that before he ever learned what kindness truly meant. To Virion, during his childhood, there was one smell he remembered the most. The smell of smoke and rotting wood. The sound of a still, quiet regret that clung to the damp walls of the skeleton of a hut they lived in at the time. He lived with his mother and his younger brother in a place where rats scurried.
His mother wasn’t cruel, not at first. Every day, she slipped further from the person that she used to be. Virion couldn’t blame her for that; it tended to happen when hunger ate at you, when grief tore into your soul. Virion did what he could. He scavenged. At dawn, he would crawl past the broken frame of a door, his small feet pattering against asphalt slick with rain. He dug through scraps behind markets, stole bread when no one was watching, and learned how to lie. It was second nature to him.
He always gave the bigger portions to his younger brother.
Akira was only four, fragile, pale. He had a soft laugh. Virion loved that sound. It reminded him that there was still something good left to protect. When Akira smiled, the world didn’t feel so heavy. And so Virion would starve if it meant his brother could laugh one more time. That was the most important thing in the world to him. It wasn’t having a big house, or even nice things.
All Virion wanted? It was for his brother to get better. That's what he struggled for, that's why he did things no six-year-old should have to endure. He did it in hopes that it would pave the way to a better future. His mother even encouraged his foolish beliefs. She would tell him that “One day, we’ll have a home again.” That “one day” never came. It was a foolish belief born from optimism he had no right to have.
It was on a night like any other, honestly, that everything shattered.
The rain had stopped, but the air still stank of rotting wood. Virion came home after having to fight his way through the market after getting caught. His fingers trembled from the rushing adrenaline as he broke it in half, setting the larger piece beside Akira's sleeping form. But his mother’s voice stopped him cold.
“Why do you always feed him first?” Her tone was strange, sharp with venom dripping from her tongue. Virion turned to face her, the dim lanternlight flickering across her hollow face.
“Because he’s smaller,” Virion said simply. “He needs it more.”
His mother’s eyes gleamed in the half-dark. There was something that made Virion’s chest tighten.
“He’s weak,” she snarled. “Always has been.”
Virion blinked, not sure he’d heard her right. “He’s just tired. He’ll get stronger.”
Her lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “No. He won’t. Weakness spreads, Virion. It spreads like a sickness. And if I don’t stop it now…”
She moved before he could speak.
Virion himself doesn't remember everything that happened within that moment. There were flashes, screaming, red. Warm, crimson colored stains. All he remembered was the fading of his mother's already hollow eyes, along with anguished screams.. his?
There was crying, apologizing, and Virion found himself walking. he stood on shaking legs, covered in blood that wasn’t his, and walked out into the storm.
He didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t care. Each step hurt, but stopping hurt worse. He stumbled through alleys, through puddles that shimmered red in the faint glow of distant streetlights, until his strength finally gave out.
When he collapsed, it was beside a pile of trash, the smell of rot and smoke thick in the air. He was six years old, alone, and shaking from cold and terror. He curled into himself, whispering Akira's ame until his voice gave out.
And then, just before his consciousness slipped away, he thought he saw movement in the dark. A shadow. A hand reaching out.
When Virion opened his eyes, the world still felt.. Horribly empty. But this time, he wasn’t alone. A boy older than he was crouched beside him, and a half-eaten piece of bread was clutched tightly in his rough-looking hands. “You alive?” he asked, his voice was harsh, the manifestation of cold winds that bit at your skin. Virion blinked up at him, unsure if this was another dream, a ghost that had come to take him away. His lips parted, but no words came out.
The older boy sighed, tossing the bread down beside him. “Fine. Don’t talk, then. But if you’re gonna die, don’t do it here. You’ll attract the flies.” And then he turned to leave.
Something in Virion stirred at his words. There was a quiet defiance that lingered in his gut. A stubborn spark that had kept him alive all this time, he moved to grab the boy’s sleeve weakly. His fingers were so small compared to others his age; they were so thin, frail. “Wait” he rasped with a dry voice. “Please.” That single word was enough; when the world was so cruel, desperation was the catalyst of sympathy.
The boy hesitated, then he croutched back down. “My name’s Kyrian…” He muttered out, almost reluctantly. “You can come with me if you can walk. If not… sorry, kid.” It hurt Virion when he had to stand; his bones creaked, and it took everything he had just to walk.
This was the beginning of the worst life someone could ever ask for, he just didn’t know it yet.
Kyrian was never kind. Not in the way most people would think kindness is at least. He never smiled, not fully. His lips curved, but there was nothing in his eyes to back up the action. He taught Virion how to survive, and to Virion, that was enough. Virion followed his lead, absorbing every lesson like a sponge to water he soaked it all up. But Kyrian had something else to him, anger.
He hated the world. He called it a machine that grinds down cogs, and everyone on earth is a cog a part of a larger machine. Everyone wears down eventually, no matter the size or importance of the cog, and they all get replaced. Virion wasn’t someone who understood this at first. Despite everything in his life, he simply couldn’t grasp being capable of such hatred when he was so young. Maybe that’s what eventually saved him, but for now? Saving wasn’t what he got. That difference they had would destroy them both.
The child who had once cried for his mother was gone, replaced by a quiet, observant boy. And Kyrian was proud of him for it. They fell into a rhythm of sorts. A team dynamic of stealing, scavenging, and living off the scraps they were thrown. It was.. Gentle in a cruel way, it was peace, a simple routine that they could do for the rest of their lives.
The world didn’t stay gentle for long. It never did with Virion. It all started when Kyrian began to change. He became colder, hungrier. The way he spoke about the world shifted from cynicism to nihilism. “Everything's broken,” that's how his rants would start. “This system the world works in, the reason people do what they do. It’s all rot, it’s all worthless… don’t you see?” Virion never gave him a proper answer. How could he? A 9-year-old boy shouldn’t be discussing the problems of the world.
Kyrian took that silence for loyalty. They became inseparable, bound by the illusion of brotherhood that Kyrian created after calling Virion “Little Brother,” and the words made something ache in Virion, a deep longing for actual stability. Maybe that was Kyrian’s mistake, maybe that’s what kept Virion clinging onto his humanity. However, his humanity was what made him malleable. Because, for all the darkness that made Kyrian, he saved Virion once. And that was enough to make him stay. For all the chaos Virion knew, he would never betray that loyalty.
Like a bind, Virion was ensnared in a trap made by Kyrian. A trap made to keep Virion loyal. Even when Kyrian grew distant. Even when his plans started to sound like revenge. Even when Virion began to realize that the person he trusted the most was slowly teaching him how to hate the world, too. By the time Virion turned ten, he had stopped counting passing days. He was content to stick with their current way of life.
But some nights, when Kyrian was asleep and everything was quiet, he would still dream of his younger brother’s laughter. And when he woke, the sound of memory hurt more than that hunger that gnawed at the back of his skull.
It was not even a year later when Kyrian had forced Virion into a foster home.
The first time Virion saw the foster home, it didn’t feel real.
The building looked like a memory from someone else’s life. Someone whom he would have envied. Ivory walls with sage colored moss crawling up the edges like green lace, windows glowing with the warm gold of early evening. Kids laughed somewhere behind the walls. Laughed. The sound hit Virion like a blade plunging into his heart. It was too bright.He almost turned around.
Kyrian didn’t let him, “You’ll stay here.” He said quietly. “Places like these..” he paused. “It’s safer than where I want to go.” When Virion thought back to these words years later, he wondered, if he had begged Kyrian to stay with him, would he have had to endure everything after? Would things have ended the way they did? It was a thought he didn’t like dwelling on.
The first few days were… awkward to say the least.
Virion didn’t know how to talk to the other kids. He flinched when someone brushed past him in the crowded hallway, kept to himself, and always made sure that his shoes and clothes were within reaching distance from his bed in case he needed to run. The caretakers were kind, but not out of their hearts, out of a reluctant duty.
And then there was Creek.. She was his light.
She was loud where he was quiet, she was full of life and excitement, adventure. The first time she spoke to him, it was because he was sitting alone under a big oak tree. Virion had only recognized her because she had saved him from being squished in a locker. His taller frame was also something that made the kids standoffish. Virion seemed wild. Creek didn’t care.
It was after that, when Virion finally used his taller size to his advantage to scare off some bullies for Creek. He got into a fight and lost, but it was enough to get them off her back, and so it was enough for Virion. They became inseparable. Creek had this way of making everything feel a little less heavy; she’d talk about books, about silly things, about the world outside the home. And Virion, who had spent years surviving, found himself listening. Then talking. Then laughing.
The first time he laughed, really laughed, he startled himself. This was a nice time, his best years alive. Kyrian even visited. He introduced Creek to him, and together they were just 3 kids.. They were just having fun under the night stars, and everything was nice. Everything was okay. Everything was gentle.
One day, Kyrian looked colder. There was a tension in his jaw, and bitterness laced his words. He told Virion that he wasn’t safe here; he reminded Virion that the world they came from, the world Creek needed, were two different worlds. As long as Virion stayed with her, she would be destroyed. And Virion believed Kyrian, Virion was only 13.. Who wouldn’t believe him? Kyrian had saved him, had guided him; why would he lead him astray now?
That night, Creek knew something was wrong. She asked, but Virion didn’t give her an answer, because he was scared that the more he talked, the more he’d lose her. The next day, he left. He had given Creek one last adventure, spent as much time as possible making sure everything was right, before they walked into the woods, and for the last time in years, they were just two best friends.
When Virion was 14, he moved to Karakura. It was such a drastic change; they still lived on the streets, but the streets pulsed with death. The next two years were some of the most damaging for Virion. While he personally never participated in the crimes that Kyrian had committed, he was a witness to all of them, following the young man like a shadow, observing all the horrid acts of murder, and the information he gathered. And through it all, Virion was the most loyal to Kyrian despite knowing all the bad acts he committed.
It was when Virion turned 16 that he started to participate. Acting as Kyrian’s personal soldier. Virion got himself beaten, battered, and stabbed over and over for so many years. He had endured trauma after trauma, losing loved ones. So many loved ones. He nearly had an out, he was nearly happy at 18 when he met a woman. Yuki. They loved each other, they were happy together, and Virion was almost free. Kyrian didn’t want that. Yuki died, and Virion was alone. This was the way for what felt like a long time, until everything came to a head during a fateful night.
Up until this point, Virion had always been defiant to Kyrian. The older man had become paranoid. He stopped trusting anyone but Virion, and even that trust turned into obsession. He began treating Virion like something that could be manipulated. A tool. At the time, Virion didn’t know when his older brother's affection had turned into chains that bound Virion to Kyrian. He just knew he wanted out.
Kyrian had sent Virion out to get some medication for his cough. It was simple enough, but as Virion was taking his usual route, he was jumped. He fended off and escaped from his attackers, running to a hiding spot, where he found Kyrian. Who looked manic. Who looked like his mother. Something inside Virion snapped. Years of fear, guilt, and manipulation all of it boiled over.
They fought. And in the end, Kyrian fell. Virion didn’t even remember the final blow; all he remembered was his brother's weight collapsing into his arms, the sound of the rain mixing with the shallow rasp of his dying breath. Kyrian looked at Virion, and in the last moments of his life, it was only then that Virion saw true, unbridled love. It was only in his dying moments, when Virion saw that the love Kyrian had for him was true, yet it seemed that it only came from Virion releasing Kyrian. And then? He was alone. For the first time in his life he was free, and for the first time in his life he wished he wasn’t.
When Kyrian died, life didn’t stop. The rain didn’t pause. The wind didn’t change. No one mourned his existence because no one cared, no one but Virion. After his brother's death, Virion learned a few things. He learned of his brother's journal, and in this journal, he learned that Kyrian had actually been a half-brother of his. They shared the same mother, different fathers. Kyrian never told Virion this, but he found out after taking a sample of Virion’s saliva. He also found out that Kyrian had orchestrated Yuki’s death and had done his best to make sure that he was loyal.
Despite all this, being alone.. Truly, it was unbearable for him. His brother was dead, killed by his own hands. His friends had long since disappeared into the wind, and Creek was a ghost he couldn’t face. And frankly, he deserved all the misery. He saw his brother in reflections, in dreams, and sometimes even heard his voice.
He would just sit by the window, staring out at the world. The same world that had taken everything from him, the same world he spent years hating with his brother. He thought about the boy he used to be. The boy who used to share scraps of food with his younger brother, who used to chase Creek through the foster home yard, who used to believe that adventures could last forever.
He didn’t recognize that boy as the same person. He saw his reflection in the glass, and he felt like.. The outcome of ruins. This was how he lived until he was 20 years old. By this time the nightmares had dulled, though they never left completely. He’d stopped seeing Kyrian’s face everywhere, though sometimes he still heard him. “Keep going.”
Virion did.
He thought about what was next for him. How could he keep walking? What should his purpose be? He couldn’t undo everything he’d done. He couldn’t bring anyone back. But maybe, he could do something with what was left. He thought about Creek, how she’d call him a hero. And then, in those thoughts, came an idea.. “Maybe I could help.”
That was a nice thought, being able to help people. Using his hands for something other than destruction. It was a thought that almost gave him hope. Hope for a better future, hope to make something of himself. Maybe he could actually have the strength to do this. This thought was the catalyst for a flame to light up within his soul. A buried flame that had been dulled over the years, but maybe helping others could help him.
That was nice, and so that's what he would do. He would try to protect and serve the people and, in turn, the world he used to hate. He would make something of his life, refusing to keep calling pain and anger his only home. Refusing to continue running from the fear that consumed him. He wasn’t going to back down or give up. This wasn’t his calling, but it was his choice. One he was going to make for himself.
General knowledge
Can you legally own a pocket knife in Karakura?
“No, a pocket knife is an illegal weapon and would result in getting you a quick felony for possession of an illegal weapon.”
Name 5 medical items that do NOT require a prescription
Virion’s head tilted back in his chair. He stayed in thought before speaking up.
“Five items… simple enough. An eyepatch, wearing it to help your eye heal if it was damaged. Glasses, for about four thousand yen. Wooden canes you can get for about seven thousand yen. Paracetamol is something you don’t need a prescription for, and finally… aspirin, which you can get for about four thousand and five hundred yen.”
If you see your co-workers physically abusing an inmate, what should you do?
Virion let out a slow exhale as he leaned back in his chair. “Well, I’d step in. Immediately. No hesitation, no excuses. I don’t care who they are or what rank they hold. That kind of behavior crosses a line that destroys the purpose of why we do what we do.” He explained with conviction-laced words. “First, I’d intervene to stop it, make sure the inmate isn’t in further danger. After that, I’d separate the officer from the situation and report it to the proper officials. I’d of course also reprimand my co-worker, reminding them that having a badge and uniform means we have a duty to protect and serve, and doing something like this goes against that duty. I’d also make sure that I was recording everything that was happening via my body camera and see if any other witnesses or cameras in the area could help me when I report this incident. And if things start to escalate, then I’ll radio in for backup to help me handle the situation."
What should you do if you see your co-worker being assaulted?
Virion let out a soft hum at the question before he answered in a steady tone. “Well, if I saw a co-worker being assaulted, my priority would be their safety. But I know I can’t blindly rush in either, I would try and assess the environment, and then step in. The attack happening means words are out of the question, and I’d use my taser to take down the attacker, while clearing them of any weapons they may have on them, and create space for my partner to get into the clear. Then of course I would radio the location and nature of the assault immediately, and if there's a chance that the situation could escalate further, then I’d also call for backup while I’m at it. Once everything is under control, I’ll render aid if needed and call for EMS. Overall, in this situation, my main priority would be to stop it safely and make sure there’s no way the attacker can harm my co-worker in any major way.”
What do you do if you find out that your co-worker is corrupt and is helping criminal organizations?
Virion took in a sharp breath. Well, he certainly knew a thing or two about corruption. “If I were to discover this, I would first try and gather proof. A situation like this could be very dangerous so of course I’d ensure that I’d take the necessary steps to not let them know that I’ve caught onto the fact that they’re corrupt. Once I feel like I’ve gathered enough evidence, be it a phone recording or audio of them confessing to it, then I’ll ensure that the evidence makes its way through the proper channels and is reported to higher-ups. I will show them all the evidence I’ve gathered and everything I know while making sure no details get left out of it.”
How would you react to a criminal trying to bribe you?
The feral-looking man shifted in his seat for a moment before replying, “I’d add bribery to the list of charges they already have. I’d then quickly arrest them and explain to them ,after the fac,t that bribing is only going to get them into deeper trouble than they’re already in. So on top of their original charges, they now have to pay a fine. And also accepting any bribes goes against the law and the duty that we cops have.”
“No, a pocket knife is an illegal weapon and would result in getting you a quick felony for possession of an illegal weapon.”
Name 5 medical items that do NOT require a prescription
Virion’s head tilted back in his chair. He stayed in thought before speaking up.
“Five items… simple enough. An eyepatch, wearing it to help your eye heal if it was damaged. Glasses, for about four thousand yen. Wooden canes you can get for about seven thousand yen. Paracetamol is something you don’t need a prescription for, and finally… aspirin, which you can get for about four thousand and five hundred yen.”
If you see your co-workers physically abusing an inmate, what should you do?
Virion let out a slow exhale as he leaned back in his chair. “Well, I’d step in. Immediately. No hesitation, no excuses. I don’t care who they are or what rank they hold. That kind of behavior crosses a line that destroys the purpose of why we do what we do.” He explained with conviction-laced words. “First, I’d intervene to stop it, make sure the inmate isn’t in further danger. After that, I’d separate the officer from the situation and report it to the proper officials. I’d of course also reprimand my co-worker, reminding them that having a badge and uniform means we have a duty to protect and serve, and doing something like this goes against that duty. I’d also make sure that I was recording everything that was happening via my body camera and see if any other witnesses or cameras in the area could help me when I report this incident. And if things start to escalate, then I’ll radio in for backup to help me handle the situation."
What should you do if you see your co-worker being assaulted?
Virion let out a soft hum at the question before he answered in a steady tone. “Well, if I saw a co-worker being assaulted, my priority would be their safety. But I know I can’t blindly rush in either, I would try and assess the environment, and then step in. The attack happening means words are out of the question, and I’d use my taser to take down the attacker, while clearing them of any weapons they may have on them, and create space for my partner to get into the clear. Then of course I would radio the location and nature of the assault immediately, and if there's a chance that the situation could escalate further, then I’d also call for backup while I’m at it. Once everything is under control, I’ll render aid if needed and call for EMS. Overall, in this situation, my main priority would be to stop it safely and make sure there’s no way the attacker can harm my co-worker in any major way.”
What do you do if you find out that your co-worker is corrupt and is helping criminal organizations?
Virion took in a sharp breath. Well, he certainly knew a thing or two about corruption. “If I were to discover this, I would first try and gather proof. A situation like this could be very dangerous so of course I’d ensure that I’d take the necessary steps to not let them know that I’ve caught onto the fact that they’re corrupt. Once I feel like I’ve gathered enough evidence, be it a phone recording or audio of them confessing to it, then I’ll ensure that the evidence makes its way through the proper channels and is reported to higher-ups. I will show them all the evidence I’ve gathered and everything I know while making sure no details get left out of it.”
How would you react to a criminal trying to bribe you?
The feral-looking man shifted in his seat for a moment before replying, “I’d add bribery to the list of charges they already have. I’d then quickly arrest them and explain to them ,after the fac,t that bribing is only going to get them into deeper trouble than they’re already in. So on top of their original charges, they now have to pay a fine. And also accepting any bribes goes against the law and the duty that we cops have.”
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