GAARA

He was never loved, he was always feared, despised. His killing power was too much. The simple fact of hearing his name would strike fear in the earth of all who knew him.

Those who dared cross or simply irritate him could be killed without the possibility of doing anything about it.

His emotions were buried deep down, his eyes where glacial, always filled with killing intent.

He was always calm, controlled. The only hint that he was still human was the red tattoo on his forehead.

Love.