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  <title>If it Ain't Spartan, Go Home</title>
  <subtitle>There's no room for you here, kora!</subtitle>
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    <name>Colonnello</name>
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  <updated>2008-02-13T16:02:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colonellokora:614</id>
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    <title>Character information</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T04:06:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T16:02:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I'm so Spartan, baby"&gt;Just as a heads up, the background information is subject to change--it was rather a pain in the arse to coordinate a history for the Arcobaleno, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHARACTER NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Colonello&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIES:&lt;/b&gt; Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGE:&lt;/b&gt; Appears no older than twenty-one, but he’s older than he looks (thanks Project Yurei)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIRTHDATE:&lt;/b&gt; July 7th&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FACTION: &lt;/b&gt;Neutral &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABILITIES:&lt;/b&gt; Colonello is the result of an illegal Project Yurei experiment, one that altered the entire constitution of his body. All of his power is contained inside of a pacifier (the Yurei scientists had a sense of humor) and he can only tap into so much of that power before things start going haywire—blackouts, internal bleeding, all that jazz. So he has to be careful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sort of. He tries, anyway. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As far as special abilities go, he doesn’t really have any aside from, oh I don’t know, BEING SPARTAN (and I suppose I should mention his special bullets—they’re like “spiritual shots” that help turn the body into a rifle, so to speak). He wears steel-toed boots (the better to kick people with). He’s always got some sort of artillery on his person, from grenades to anti-tank rifles. And he has an eagle. Nobody. Messes. With the eagle. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See that shark over there? Yes, that one. Go wrestle it. DO IT NOW, OR I’LL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE IT ATE YOU AND SPAT YOU BACK OUT, KORA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colonello is a drill sergeant, you see. Gather ‘round, weaklings, gather ‘round. It’s time for a lesson. On what, you ask? On how to be a TOP-NOTCH MAFIA MAN (or woman, fine, of course). KORA. No endurance? Too bad. Run laps. Five hundred of them. While he points his gun at you. Stumble? Lose count? OOPS, HIS FINGER ACCIDENTALLY SLIPPED. Fancy that. Try to mouth off? Say goodbye to your teeth, because Colonello just knocked them all out. With his foot. His boot, to be more specific. Make excuses? Colonello doesn’t tolerate excuses. “Excuse” is not is his vocabulary, so DON’T EVEN GO THERE unless you want to die. But remember, you won’t die right away. He’ll put you through your paces first and THEN kill you, so it’s better to just pretend like you’ve never heard of an excuse EVER and do what he says. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, Colonello is SPARTAN. Everything he does is SPARTAN. He even fails in a SPARTAN-LIKE FASHION (CAPSLOCK is most definitely a necessity). Better yet? His winged companion is just as Spartan as he is, and Colonello knows that Eagle only sticks around because he feels like it—he’s a predatory bird, after all. And that’s fine. That’s &lt;i&gt;preferred&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every other word out of Colonello’s mouth is KORA (well, perhaps not &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;other word, but pretty damn close). KORA! this and KORA! that and “FALL INTO LINE, KORA.” Because “KORA!” is totally Spartan. You know what else is totally Spartan (Eagle and Colonello himself aside)? Sleeping with your eyes open. Wherever and whenever. Colonello would take a nap in the middle of a WAR ZONE with bullets flying and blood spilling and explosions—Eagle would, too. Their naps are synchronized, you know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And while we’re on the subject of SPARTAN (“Sparta” is one of Colonello’s favorite words, by the way, the other being KORA), Colonello’s relationships are often EXTREME, hence the reason he took so well to his newest protégé, Ryohei. If he likes you, he likes you (and he’ll do absolutely anything for you, like, oh I do know, shield you with his body or try to take your place as a Yurei test subject or BEAT YOU UP—training is the sincerest form of love, honestly!). If he doesn’t like you…let’s use Reborn, a fellow pacifier holder, as an example. They’ve had this NYAH NYAH ANYTHING YOU CAN DO I CAN DO BETTER JERKFACE rivalry going on for who knows how long. Reborn is &lt;strike&gt;a godmodder&lt;/strike&gt; a formidable opponent, and he uh &lt;font size="1"&gt;tops Colonello more often than not&lt;/font&gt; (IRRELEVANT, KORA), but Colonello puts up a valiant effort—head butting, name-calling, gun waving, etc., etc., etc. I do think, deep down, he respects Reborn, though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But don’t ask him to admit that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTORY:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Grows up in a household of military fanatics, and becomes one himself (the kid was born with a gun in his hand, seriously)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Joins COMSUBIN, and is trained by Lal Mirch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Becomes chummy with the mafia, where he meets Reborn and is put in charge of training mafia hopefuls—while not an official member of the family, he’s loyal to the Vongola, more or less&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Is smuggled into Japan, along with many other prominent mafia families and their allies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Attempts to save Lal Mirch by taking her place among the Yurei test subjects—he undergoes a series of painful experiments that result in the pacifier and his altered body constitution&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Discovers that Lal did not escape after all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Carries on the best he can in this broken city—he still hangs with the mafia, still snarks at Reborn (and secretly nurses a crush on Lal)…still SPARTAN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Present day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Contact info"&gt;Personal journal: &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kidouche' lj:user='kidouche' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kidouche.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kidouche.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sharingank&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM: (Which I will probably NEVER be on unless I'm threatened bodily...I HATE AIM) zuhvuhvuhvuh&lt;br /&gt;MSN: sharingank@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Email: sharingank@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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