L Lawliet app


NAME: Lys
JOURNAL: ketsumetsu
EMAIL: lysandra.sylier at gmail.com
AIM: pochirabume
WIKI NAME: ketsumetsu
CHARACTERS: Abel Nightroad | nexexmachina

CHARACTER NAME: L Lawliet/Ryuzaki/etc
FANDOM: Death Note
CANON: L will be taken from canon after he touches Rem's Death Note, the end of chapter 53, Scream.
WHAT THEY LOST: L will lose all of his memories of Yagami Light completely. He will retain only memories of the serial murderer Kira, and not Kira's connections to Light.

PERSONALITY:

L is a sore loser.

Perhaps this is why he believes what he does about justice; that justice is absolute, that there is always justice in a situation. L is not a man who enjoys pluralisms or shades of grey. If a situation is ambivalent, then justice will be done when the situation is cleared of its ambivalence. Someone will be right and someone will be wrong, L just plans to make sure the right side is the lawful side-- even if this means unlawful detainment or even torture to get the information which will lead to insight and eventually to the Truth.

There is always a winner and there is always a loser. Something is either just, or unjust. When the just side wins, justice is achieved. When the just side loses, the results are unjust. This is why L must always win; L is on the side of justice. Justice shall be done. Perhaps L is a liar, and perhaps he could even be considered slightly evil, if you're a person given to those such moral judgments about a man's character, but in the end, justice shall be done.

The means always justify the ends.

L is paranoid, wanting to keep himself away from harm, wanting to put something between himself and experiencing the world at all times. He requires a filter so that his opinions and meticulously made observations and re-observations and summations of the situation don't become polluted through personal emotions. He does, in fact, believe his life to be more worthy than the lives of others around him in some ways. He knows he is more intelligent, more able, more ready to find justice than others. This, he would claim, is not ego or a maladjusted personality, but merely a statement of the truth. L is very smart, L is very dedicated.

L is a sore loser.



THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:

There was no way any man in the world could view every piece of news information produced in the world at one time, absolutely no way. This chagrined L and always had. Because one couldn't see everything it was imperative to see everything possible, as often as possible, and to see it without distraction. To maximize one's generally insignificant waking time. L sat seemingly listlessly, d e l i b e r a t i n g, flipping through channels on one monitor while the other newscasts remained silent on their dutiful stations. The closed captioning ran along with its pleasing white letters in pleasing black boxes.

And then Matsuda's voice came, breaking the silence, breaking the pleasing black and white flow of information. Something about baseball, he was speaking about, making idle chitchat. Idly. L sighed and ran the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip, stopping his channel-surfing task. It was absolutely imperative for him to maximize his time. This required minimized distractions.

He should turn around and shout.

Turn around and shout.

Turn around.

"Matsuda." L's face remained unmoved, stared with wide, dolorous eyes at the bright screen in front of him. They were dry, but it was a bad time for L to move from his seat. He was in a perfect position, no part of him too tight or too loose, blood pressure...even. Muscles relaxed. Moving now could cost him valuable time. He'd had a lot of pineapple and papaya that day, they had useful enzymes in them, and more importantly he enjoyed the flavor, it put him in a good mood, but pineapple was acidic. If he sat in the wrong position, he would get heartburn.

To be avoided.

"Yes?" The other man looked up from his magazine, startled. L didn't bother to look at Matsuda, he knew the confused expression the man's face would be wearing, could see it in the back of his mind even if he wasn't able to see it reflected in reverse in the glass of his computer monitor. Valuable time. Wasting it.

"I don't like to be interrupted."



FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:

Hello.

My name is John Stuart Mill. I just arrived here ten minutes ago and heard noises which resembled speech coming from this parchment diary. If I am correct, and those persons supposedly leaving messages in this diary are living and sentient persons and not just pre-recordings, if you can interact with me, please, explain the situation to me.

You would have my appreciation.

Is this...

Magic?

SECOND JOURNAL SAMPLE:

[Hope this has more of a distinct voice. This entry is 'private.']


He is here somewhere. Kira, the serial killer. He is here, somewhere, and he is active.

Relax. Consider those that have been 'killed' by Kira so far in this place. They are clearly experimental choices, based on Kira's last activities. If this is the case, and I am nearly completely positive that it is, I feel pity for them. Their crimes were negligible, even by Kira's usual standards.

Still, their crimes were public. Which proves that Kira is...

Relying on the same sources of information that I am.

I am winning.