It will take me a while to update this. Sorry. But hey, classification of characters is worth it. Say hello to the Wammy House's residents.
A
TRUE NAME: Andrew Vi
LETTER: A
GENDER: Male
ALIAS: Ack Dominika
BLOOD TYPE: A
BIRTHDAY: August 27, 1984
DEATHDAY: January 18, 1999
INTELLIGENCE: 7/10
CREATIVITY: 10/10
INITIATIVE: 7/10
EMOTIONAL STRENGTH: 0/10
SOCIAL SKILLS: 2/10
OTHER: FLEXIBILITY: 10/10
GENERATION: 1st
MEANING: Antidote/Addiction
"A was never an intelligent person, but he was observant with that of the true world, and he was also flexible. Made to look like L Lawliet, just for fun, because almost every one of the first generation did so. Although, there were a few differences- A had glasz eyes, a sharp nose, thick eyebrows, and was a nice tone of sun-speck. He shared his love of capoeira with L, along with style of cologne. A was childish in demeanor, but yet never put on a childish show, always making you wait for more."
"Come on B! Shed a little light!" A yelled over the hallway.
"Oh hell to the no. Get in trouble? With Watari? Uhm, no thank you." B said, shrugging.
"But come on, just once!"
"Just once to infinity," B replied, turning away.
"I'll get you a companion, then." A suggested. "If you help me steal all the papers from Wammy's office. I have to know her name!"
B sighed. "Fine, just don't go through my profile, you won't find anything helpful,"
He didn't.
Starting at age 5, A had life rough. Between abuse, hurt, love, disappointment…anything kept his mind off of it. So the first day he came to the house,
He passed out in the hallway.
"Get up, sleepyass." B kicked, pulling him up.
"Huh? Where am I?"
"Wammy's House. Hell on tracks. Don't worry, it'll be gone before you know it, okay?" B smiled a sly smirk, pushing his hair back. "You do know you have odd eyes, right?"
"Or so I've been told,"
"Just like me." B smirked again.
A looked confused, adjusting his shirt. He worn a light brown wife-beater, black jeans, and red converse with the title, "ALL STARRRR" on the side of them. B on the other hand…
"Keep staring at me like that and you'll regret it, blondie." B smirked, walking away rudely, making A follow. "We will have to fix your hair, you've got to look like us,"
"Us?" A asked, feeling his hair.
"The successors. We all share L's persona."
Really, they didn't. B was the only one, and he wanted somebody to live what he's learned.
"Oh."
Say goodbye to surfer Andrew, and hello to a black-haired, glasz eyed Antidote for B's therapy. A reason A was ahead B was because he wasn't as clever, but also because B needed a friend to help corrupt, along with the 'others,' which were the other students, of course. But they would never do. Nobody would. B just needed, not a shoulder to cry on, but a partner in crime, one he could make in a deliria of madness, and if he got lucky, become a test subject. It was all a scheme, and B himself set it up.
He looked at people online, ones who were molested, beaten, loathed, adopted… and he found Andrew Vi, one who was never stable enough to drink a coffee without yelling, "MONSTERS!"
Not literally, but Andrew never was sane. He self-harmed and experienced drugs, something B would never do. But it didn't matter to A anyways.
He just became a fugitive, along with B's help.
And soon enough, the suicide.
For B's liking, of course.
L Lawliet
A's inspirational rock. Though they never met face to face, A was made to believe B was the true L, when that was a fantasy.
Beyond Birthday
A's best friend and partner in crime. Despite B's nagging, boasting, pressuring…A never refused. Even when he found out B was insane and was a phony L, he didn't give a rat's ass. He did whatever his king desired, like a drug that won't go away, one that fuels your body with a craving, like a proxy. An antidote.
Others
Courtney Wyman
Although she was 2nd generation, A was close to C, giving her the capacity to expand your world. He taught her capoeira and she taught him how to draw in return.
He never did figure out her name.
Mihael Keehl
M only knew of A, stating that he knew a suicide.
Society
You have learned that it wasn't an unexpected suicide. B had planned it all along. A was B's addiction, making Andrew Vi his first victim, although it was never known. He preferred the initials to be a constant constanate.
"Do it," B said in monotone.
"Why?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? Of course mixing chloroform and bleach won't kill you!" B smiled. "Unless you want to have your way with me again, because if that's the case, get nude now."
"Why can't I make my own decisions?"
"I'm top dog." B smirked a sly move, tossing A's shirt to the side. "Besides, I'll stab your back and you love me."
A didn't know the capacity for love. Did he? He knew B was a hell of a manipulator, for sure.
"You won't die, it's just an experiment. Plus you need help with your therapy, correct? Think of near-death experiences as an antidote you're still alive."
B had tricked him; A was his antidote.
But an antidote always becomes an addiction.
"I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
A yelled hopelessly locked in his room.
"It's to help you, A." B said, pushing A inside his room with a cup of tea. "Just last 10 hours."
"TEN HOURS?!"
"I'll be here."
He wasn't.
A gave up. A society where B loathed him secretly but was jealous of him. It wasn't right.
No.
Hell no.
Time to get the chloroform and bleach out…
That was the last time A was seen with anybody, but B.
And L, who never made it public B was the cause of Andrew Vi's death.
Until now.
Note: So how is A's biography? And thanks to BBs Evil Little Sister for allowing me to correct this. I am childish and I hate losing, therefore once you told me it did dawn on me A was before B. Thank my shinigami I had not wrote B's yet. Also, sorry it's kinda short- I have trouble writing anything over 1,000 characters... :P I keep updating this trying to make it better. I'm working on B's, hopefully it'll be done before erm, let's say, October 11th-ish?