Post by Michael Dak Liu on Jan 17, 2011 13:07:41 GMT -6
MICHAELDAKLIU
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birthday| May 5th.
age| twenty-seven
gender| male
occupation| Straw Sandal (Liason Officer)
sexualorientation| heterosexual
affliation| Triads
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appearance| Mike is an average looking dude. Nothing really spectacular stands out. He's about a quarter inch of being the full six feet, but he still tells people he is. He's a bit of a lightweight, weighing about 170 lbs. However, that doesn't mean he's doesn't pack a mean punch. He looks like one of those starving models that need to eat a sandwich or two. His floppy black hair often gets in his eyes, and his mother is always asking him to cut it shorter, but he refuses to. His rock hard six pack abs were a result of twenty years of kung fu training.
overallpersonality| To say that Mike is loud is an understatement. When he walks into a room, he wants all eyes on him. He wants to make sure that everyone knows he's walking through. Yes, he's part of the Triad, but that doesn't mean he's going to make himself invisible so that his secret life would remain a secret. Mike's pretty good at keeping secrets so he knew he didn't have to worry about slipping up too much. As much as he loves attention and is a bit of a show off, Mike is a good son. He always shows respect to his parents. There may be a few times he might embarass his parents, but he figured if they didn't know about it, then all will be fine. He's charasmatic. But, he has to be for his role in the Triad. People come to him when they need to get connected. He works and run between the different group of the Triad and without him, the whole operation wouldn't run as smoothly as it does. His people skills are useful during his day job in advertising for a medium size marketing firm.
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siblings| Peter Liu, 24; Jamie Liu, 21; Brooke Liu, 19
other| John Liu, uncle.
overallhistory|
Born and raised in San Diego, Mike was a third generation Chinese American. His grandfather came over during WWII and fought for the Americans to gain his papers. Once the war was over, he petition for his wife to join him in California. Within a few years, they had children. And, their children had children. Mike grew up not knowing too much about his Chinese cultural roots. His grandparents and parents were proud Americans who had assimilated and lost their original culture. Mike had a very average American life growing up. He played baseball, studied kung fu, and was a good student.
It was at school that he met Winston, a son of a well-known Triad member. Mike was so fascinated by the culture and tradition of the Triad that he eventually began running around town doing things for the Triads. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday was he finally initiated into the group. He stayed close to home, optioning a state school, so he could continue to work for the Triads while he was in school. His parents knew nothing about his involvement with the gang. When Mike graduated from college, the Triads promoted him, giving him his own group of thugs to shape and mentor. He knew that there were some things the Triads did that weren't exactly moral. However, that didn't really stop him from continuing working for them. He respected the tradition and culture too much. Eventually, he moved up in the ranks to become a Liason Officer.
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age| 21
gotexperience| five years? or so?
howifoundyou| Jessica
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The mobile phone on his desk and work began to light up. This phone was put on silent because he didn't need to draw attention to himself when someone called that number. Mike was pretty sure that no one would give him a second look if his phone went off. This was a marketing firm. Everyone had a cellphone and everyone left it on for important phone calls. However, this was much more important than just a client. This was the phone members of the Triad called him on. This was the phone that could predict the fate of his life.
Mike grabbed the phone and headed outside of the office, out of earshot of everyone else. Sure, most people were probably too busy with their own work to pay attention or hear what Mike had to say. But, he rather be safe than sorry, which was rather weird since he doesn't really apply that belief to any other aspects of his life. "Yeah," he answered into the phone. "No, I can't...because I'm at work you dumbass! Some of us have a real job to front...Yeah, I know what he wanted, but I can't just drop everything for him. He's not even...Well, do you know who I know? Tell him I've been wanting an excuse to call the head boss and get his ass kicked...That's what I thought. I'll call when there's a better time to meet up. Yes, I do want to finish this, too."
He ended the phone and placed it back in his pocket. He exchanged the phone for a pack of cigarettes. If he was going to be out here, he might as well smoke. Everyone wanted a moment to see him, but they don't understand that he's busy. He has a real job, with real money, with real health care benefits. However, he understand how important his job with the Triads are. Don't be fooled to think Mike's office job takes precident over his job with the Triad. He needs this office job to keep his cover so that he could keep working for the Triad. It was necessary for Mike to do his day job and be good at it. The last thing the Triad needed was some punk ass kid to fuck everything up for them.
The cigarette stuck out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a lighter in his other pocket and lit it. His job with the Triads weren't that hard. He was the go-between for all the different departments of the business. He made sure that everyone was talking with everyone else and that things ran as smoothly as possible. He checked his watch. He had about another five minutes before he had to go back in. Mike sat back and enjoyed his smokes.
Mike grabbed the phone and headed outside of the office, out of earshot of everyone else. Sure, most people were probably too busy with their own work to pay attention or hear what Mike had to say. But, he rather be safe than sorry, which was rather weird since he doesn't really apply that belief to any other aspects of his life. "Yeah," he answered into the phone. "No, I can't...because I'm at work you dumbass! Some of us have a real job to front...Yeah, I know what he wanted, but I can't just drop everything for him. He's not even...Well, do you know who I know? Tell him I've been wanting an excuse to call the head boss and get his ass kicked...That's what I thought. I'll call when there's a better time to meet up. Yes, I do want to finish this, too."
He ended the phone and placed it back in his pocket. He exchanged the phone for a pack of cigarettes. If he was going to be out here, he might as well smoke. Everyone wanted a moment to see him, but they don't understand that he's busy. He has a real job, with real money, with real health care benefits. However, he understand how important his job with the Triads are. Don't be fooled to think Mike's office job takes precident over his job with the Triad. He needs this office job to keep his cover so that he could keep working for the Triad. It was necessary for Mike to do his day job and be good at it. The last thing the Triad needed was some punk ass kid to fuck everything up for them.
The cigarette stuck out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a lighter in his other pocket and lit it. His job with the Triads weren't that hard. He was the go-between for all the different departments of the business. He made sure that everyone was talking with everyone else and that things ran as smoothly as possible. He checked his watch. He had about another five minutes before he had to go back in. Mike sat back and enjoyed his smokes.
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