Post by Wakagashira Kazuma on Jan 4, 2011 18:11:43 GMT -6
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"Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone" [/center]
birthday| June 1st
age| 35
gender| Male
occupation| First Lieutenant
sexualorientation| Bisexual
affliation| Yakuza
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appearance| The first thing you’ll notice when you look at Kazuma is his height. He’s rather tall, standing at 6’1” and towering over most people. The second thing you’ll probably notice is that he’s Japanese with those black orbs starting back at you. They say that your eyes are a window to your soul, but you’ll never be able to see his soul through those dark eyes of his. It’s almost as though he knows that you believe in that myth and that he’s trying to keep all weakness or emotion hidden within his glaze. His skin is a very nice shade of a mixture between dark and light, not too dark and not too light…just the right shade of mix between the two just as in yin and yang. Kazuma has jet black hair, more noticeable in the back of his head since the front is always slick down with hair gel to give off a more proper appearance. He often thought about cutting the back of his hair, but never really got around to do so. He has pale red lips that stand out against his dark-light skin color, making his lips the only thing that appears to stand out on his face. He has a very slender body and it looks as though he’ll be weak without any muscles to show for his strength.
You’ll never see him in any others clothes other than suits, always with a tie too. He takes pride in walking around in his proper clothing. His favorite colored suits are black and gray and his ties are always black no matter what jacket he has on. As for undershirts, no matter what shirt he’s wearing, he’ll always wear his white long sleeved shirt under that, but you’ll hardly ever see if because of his buttoned jacket. His clothes never show any signs of a wrinkle and if he sees one, he’ll take it off and iron it as quickly as possible and place it back onto his body. He has to always present himself proper attire.
overallpersonality| Kazuma has two sides to him that anyone would notice when they spend time with the Japanese man. One side we’ll call his nice side and the other we’ll call his demonic side. His nice side is often shown when working in the mafia. It’s a risky move to make, but others should know never to misjudge him because of it. He often smiles and even jokes around with others from time to time, but there is one thing that he never jokes about and that’s business. When it comes to business he has no nice or demonic side to him, he a very strict and proper side to him that always shows up in his work. If something is misplaced on him, he gets angry about it. He almost has an OCD when it comes to his work and things. If something is moved even remotely out of place, he goes crazy about it and has to find who has been touching his things. He can’t stand it when others think they can do that to him. He shouts their ear off and then smiles at them…and that’s that. His demonic side to him only comes about when it needs to. Like a flip of a switch, Kazuma is able to become emotionless and able to point a gun at the enemy and kill them. He always follows his strict orders down to the letter and if that means to go in the back and kill them, he’ll do it without hesitation. He’ll protect those that needs protecting even if it’s at the cost of his own life. He’s very loyal to the Yakuza, so loyal that if they told him to kill himself, he would.
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siblings| He has a younger sister of the age of 26 by the name of Sayuri.
other| He has a inu shiba named Hachiko which is named after the loyal dog Hachiko that waited for his deceased master to return until the day he passed away. He also has a black and white cat named Yin.
overallhistory| On June 1st in Osaka, Japan a young baby boy was brought into this world. His mother Sakura and his father Daisuke were pleased to have another healthy baby boy. His father was often away at work for he worked as a teacher at Osaka City University which was only a five mile drive from his driveway to the school. Sakura worked as a stay at home mother taking care of young Kazuma while his father was away at work. On his street there wasn’t very many kids so he often had to play with his mother or by himself which was never fun. He interacted with other kids only at his school and often ignored his studies to talk with them. It was hard on him to be the only little boy on his street and he hardly had any friends expect his black lab named Iruka. He would often day dream about a much more interesting life and draw this new world that he thought about in his mind. Daisuke that it was strange for him to be thinking about this for he should be thinking about other thinks such as what career he would go into and what college he would be going to in the future. Sakura always had to talk to him about this short of thing because she liked him having such an imagination. Being the traditional Japanese man though, Daisuke wanted more from his son and would often pressure him into getting better grades and focusing more on school and less on playtime. After another talk with his father about this, Kazuma decided that it would be best to listen to his father and honor his wishes since that was the right thing to do. He stopped focusing on playtime and more on his studies, just as his father wanted him to.
When young Sayuri was born, Kazuma wasn’t sure what to think of her. As she grew order he realized that she wasn’t that bad and decided as an older brother it was his job to protect her. She became his only playmate when not around school. They would watch movies together, play all kinds of games and again, Kazuma started to get off track with his schooling. Daisuke had yet another talk with him about this and well, Sakura had a talk with Daisuke. No matter what his mother said though, Daisuke wanted him to have a future and continue the family name with honor, being rather old fashion about that. Kazuma went back to his studies again and as time placed, he became more distant from his father and began to think of a place that he only heard very little about. America. He tried not to focus too much about it, but he wanted to go to America someday, but he would never be able to tell his family about that.
It was when he was in college that Kazuma began to fall behind on his studies again. His father wasn’t helping with all that pressure he was put under and he found himself growing to dislike him. During his second semester Kazuma began selling drugs on the street to get extra cash and be able to pay for his apartment. It was during this shady work that he began to find out more about the Yakuza. He started to do just the dirty work for them. He needed more money to pay for college and his apartment building and these jobs were rather risk but very easy. He found himself slowly making his way up the ladder and to his surprise, he suddenly found himself as first lieutenant. He ended up dropped out of college and in the process losing his family or so it felt like. His father cut off all ties with him, but he didn’t really care. He had a new family. The Yakuza.
His thoughts about America came back and when he was actually offered to go there, he didn’t hesitant to say yes. San Diego was very difficult from Japan, but he find himself liking it after awhile. The only reason he’s here is because of his boss, otherwise he wouldn’t even be in this place.
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age| 19
gotexperience| how long have you roleplayed? I’m not sure. 5+ years I’m guessing.
howifoundyou| Gaslamp Spectral
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The country of Lithuania has been suffering for awhile now. Toris had a feeling that his country and people would be suffering ever since the world began to fall apart before their very eyes. He couldn’t remember the last world meeting that took place. It was probably before times became so tough. Toris was actually surprised that Ivan hasn’t contacted him yet, trying to force him back into his gasp. Times were becoming very difficult, but he had to remain strong or risk dying just as those before him have already. Toris wouldn’t allow his country to die completely. He couldn’t let that happen. His people were counting on him to pull through. He could no longer be the weak little country that cowards at the very mention of Ivan. Toris has to be strong for his people and for himself. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he would fight for it. He would fight for his survival and his freedom from Russia. It was about time that he fought. He wouldn’t allow himself to die or be overpowered without a fight. Toris would still be a nervous wreck around Ivan, but he still was going to fight him and was even doing something very risky.
Toris has started a resistance against Ivan. One that Ivan doesn’t know about and hopefully never will. Alfred was actually the one that suggested the idea to him when he visited him to ask for protection against Ivan. Toris didn’t want to be push around by the nation any longer and decided that Alfred was right. He has to fight him off and in order to do that, he has to find others willing to do the same.
The resistance was only in the making and if Toris doesn’t lose his nerve it would remain. Every time he feared the Russian taking control over him or finding out about his plans, he thought about his country and the suffering of others. It was enough to bring him to continue on with the movement. He had to do this for his country as well as others. If he managed to get into any trouble at all, he knew that Alfred would be there to help him and save him for Ivan. He has to continue to fight and maybe he would even be able to stand up against Ivan himself. That was a big maybe though.
He talked about the movement with Francis not so long ago and now was the time to see if he would be able to join him. Alfred had already agreed to it, although he was forming his own resistance with the rest of the protectors. Toris was planning to have everyone join him, not just protectors. This had to be a silent movement though, unlike Alfred who made it clear to others that this was a fight against Ivan. Last he heard from him, the brave blonde was going to do something just as risky and actually go over to Ivan’s house to confront him personally. Toris suggested that it was a terrible idea and to keep on the sidelines, but Alfred didn’t seem to listen to him. It was as though he wanted to be a hero in the matter. Toris knew that Alfred could handle himself, but he still was worried about him. He was a real risk taker and as for Toris, this was the first time that he’s ever taken such a risk.
As he neared the tower, the burette frowned when he spotted the barbwire surrounding the tower. Does he not want visitors? Toris thought to himself as he pushed his way through the barbwire, only getting one cut. He glanced down to see a puddle of mud and blood at his feet. He must have been in a fight. He didn’t know if it was Francis’ blood or another’s but that didn’t matter at the moment. Toris continued on walking. The door was unlocked for him and he pushed himself inside, glancing around for just a moment before shutting the door behind him.
“Mister Francis?” He called out, his voice carried in the hallway. It didn’t take him very long to see Francis laying on his bed, sleeping. Toris spotted the blood on his hands and even some strands of his hair dyed blood. “Mister Francis.” He tried again and stepped further into the room. “I’m here to discuss the resistance. The one I told you about.”
Toris has started a resistance against Ivan. One that Ivan doesn’t know about and hopefully never will. Alfred was actually the one that suggested the idea to him when he visited him to ask for protection against Ivan. Toris didn’t want to be push around by the nation any longer and decided that Alfred was right. He has to fight him off and in order to do that, he has to find others willing to do the same.
The resistance was only in the making and if Toris doesn’t lose his nerve it would remain. Every time he feared the Russian taking control over him or finding out about his plans, he thought about his country and the suffering of others. It was enough to bring him to continue on with the movement. He had to do this for his country as well as others. If he managed to get into any trouble at all, he knew that Alfred would be there to help him and save him for Ivan. He has to continue to fight and maybe he would even be able to stand up against Ivan himself. That was a big maybe though.
He talked about the movement with Francis not so long ago and now was the time to see if he would be able to join him. Alfred had already agreed to it, although he was forming his own resistance with the rest of the protectors. Toris was planning to have everyone join him, not just protectors. This had to be a silent movement though, unlike Alfred who made it clear to others that this was a fight against Ivan. Last he heard from him, the brave blonde was going to do something just as risky and actually go over to Ivan’s house to confront him personally. Toris suggested that it was a terrible idea and to keep on the sidelines, but Alfred didn’t seem to listen to him. It was as though he wanted to be a hero in the matter. Toris knew that Alfred could handle himself, but he still was worried about him. He was a real risk taker and as for Toris, this was the first time that he’s ever taken such a risk.
As he neared the tower, the burette frowned when he spotted the barbwire surrounding the tower. Does he not want visitors? Toris thought to himself as he pushed his way through the barbwire, only getting one cut. He glanced down to see a puddle of mud and blood at his feet. He must have been in a fight. He didn’t know if it was Francis’ blood or another’s but that didn’t matter at the moment. Toris continued on walking. The door was unlocked for him and he pushed himself inside, glancing around for just a moment before shutting the door behind him.
“Mister Francis?” He called out, his voice carried in the hallway. It didn’t take him very long to see Francis laying on his bed, sleeping. Toris spotted the blood on his hands and even some strands of his hair dyed blood. “Mister Francis.” He tried again and stepped further into the room. “I’m here to discuss the resistance. The one I told you about.”
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