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❛❛__What did ya just say ya a*****e! Meet me out back, and I'll show ya why I was calle' da berserker in da Ragers!__❜❜
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_______________☠___ Hey there! Call me Your next date? Nah, nah, I’mma kiddin’, you can call me Shi if ya want tah, or anythin’ else really, I don’t give a damn.
_______________☠___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a Male.
_______________☠___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be Heterosexual, so come one and all ya ladies.
_______________☠___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the Wood chopper, with these muscles it’d better be obvious.
_______________☠___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm Twenty-one
_______________☠___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Autumn 10th
_______________☠___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Raynebow Valley
_______________☠___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in House 9
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_______________☠___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!
Ya wanna know my past? Sure I don't care, cops aren't looken' fer me, my days as a Rager is dune, now. Rager? How can you not know about us...er...what I used ta be. Well, guess I better explain it ta ya than. I was born to two parents, they had been gettin' worried about it cuz' this was the second miscarriage my mama had, so she thought it would happen again. They were real worried, but hopeful. They really wanted a kid and if I were ta be another failure - which is some cases I am - they were gunna adopt, ya know? Good folk, they were. When I was born with perfect health they were thrilled, 'specially since cancer, blindness and other such dings were common in our family. So, I was fine and they were thrilled, so they named me Shiobu. Nothin' was really special 'bout how my pops met ma, so I ain't gunna get into that one. 'Stead, I'mma goin' talk 'bout my childhood, since ya probabl' wanna hear about the Ragers. Well, I was an angry child. Dune know why, but things just got my blood a-boilin' and I'd lash. My folks didn't know what ta do with me, there bundle of joy turned to a Satan's spawn. Yeah, I was a real hell raiser. I know it ain't sumthin' to be proud of, but it's true. I beat up other kids, picked on um, broke stuff, and everythin' else. And dis was just in kindergarten! Oh I was a nasty one. Didn't care 'bout no one else but m'self. I refused ta focus in class, and while I can speak formally, I tend not ta cuz' this is easier, plus ya'll see the other influences in my life. My folks didn't know how ta handle me since I even yelled at them, I regret that one, quite a rift betw'n me and dem now that I can't seem to mend. They can only dink of the things I've done. Though, mind ya, they have a second kid now. Adopted daught'r, docile lil one, named Setsuna I believe, she's onl' ten and she dun't really know me, and I don't plan on it. She don't need someone like me to scare 'er. Anyways, that only happened 'bout three years ago, and I still in my childhood, so I dink I'll get back on topic now. So, where was I exactly? Oh before I move on, dere's one more thing, I dink part of the reason why I was/am such a hell raiser is cuz' as a child I was given anythin' I wanted. It spoiled me rotten really. Though if I hadn't been given it I probably still woulda ended up dis way cuz' it's in my nature, it seems. I cried when I didn't get what I wanted, or I broke things and made it worse till I gots it. Anyways, back on track.
My folks tried everythin' they could dink of to get me under control, punishment only pissed me off mor', love made me dink I had free range, and indifference made me wild. Hell, they even tried puttin' me in therapy. They took me out after one session cuz' all I did was destroy the office. Banished from the therapist, hilarious now. Anyways, so I continued to age and my anger didn't dwindle as was my folks final hope. In fact, it was around middle school that dings began to get much worse. I started doin' dings I really shouldn't. Nah, I didn't get inta drugs, but I started vandalizing everythin' I came across, and I ended up drawin' attention ta myself. The Ragers. My family didn' live in the greatest part of town since we didn't have a lot of money, and while we were pretty well off, we weren't the greatest neither. So dere was the inevitable that came with that sort of ding. Gangs. I knew of em, but I didn't really look for um. So, obviously somethin' happened. I wandered into a territory and started my vandalizin' as I typically did both after and 'uring school hours. Sure enough, not three secon's after I dun begun, I was caught by the scruff of the neck of one of the gangs called Stoneselves. They calle' em selves that cuz' they all thought of their homes as stone brick walls and they wanted to break um, so they wanted to become stone demselves. Though, seemed I couldn't have worst timin'. If it was just one, I probably could have taken um, but there was the entire gang there, but before the first punch could be thrown, the Ragers came to fight the Stoneselves hopin' to get som'more territory. They weren't a big gang, but they were strong. Soon I was stuck betw'n the two hostilities, so I picked a side. The one dat wasn't 'bout to punch me dat is. When the battle was one and the Stoneselves had run off and the Ragers were relaxing, they happene' ta notice me sittin' along the side, spotin' a nasty fat lip but I had other blood on my fist from where I had punched some others. Seeme' I'd impressed them. They stated ta ask me questions 'bout who I was and where I was from, and why da hell I'd gotten myself in'olved in their fight. I explaine' cuz' I didn't have enough energy to fight even one of dem while they seemed to be full of energy. They sensed my anger and 'efore I knew it, a month later and I'm a Rager myself. I had gone through all dere loyalty and other tests and passed them all. Den, they made me get a tattoo of our mark at only twelve, just as I was enterin' High school. My folks were mortified when they dun disco'ered what had been happenin' ta me and where I had been goin'. They knew dere son was bad, dey just never expecte' me ta go join a gang. To be honest, it had never really crosse' my mind 'afore. Though I gotta admit it, I kinda liked it.
In the Ragers dere was Arashi, Benjirou, Daiki, Giichi, Isamu, Ken, Koki and Shigeo. Our leader bein' Ken. Really once ya were in, ya got to see what it was really like. Like an exten'e' family. We looke' out for one another, and spat the anyone else but each other. I began to spend more a more time with dem instead of my own family. Compare' ta there stories, I was the richest and most well off one. Dey tried gettin' ta my place once, problem was my folks weren't cool with it, so I spent nights on da streets, unwillin' to leave the gang alone 'case one of the other gang scum trie' takin' our area. The Ragers were all fighters, that's what we did. No drug s**t or dat, we just wanted to express our rage, so we fough' constantly. It made me stronger, but very short tempered, I'll snap on a dim if I dink I've been insulted. We fought constantly, and as the group of high school boys aged, dings just kept goin' downhill for us. We weren't losing power, nah, we were getting new members and gettin' stronger. Instead, we got worse. We starte' ta break inta people's houses and attack them if they were from an enemy gang to get a surprise on it. We'd raid places, and occupy areas and wouldn't leave. When the cops showe' up, we'd book it, and while non' of us been in the big one but Ken, the police were always waitin' fer us to slip up. We tettered constantl' and eventually we all decide' we'd expand da gang a bit. A year passes and all of us gots a motorcycle license. We became a motorized terror gang, and a foot gang. We fought wicke'ly, and we've all cut others up and been cut ourselves. It was rough, and my folks saw less and less of me. Sometimes I wouldn't be home for weeks on en' and all they could do was hope I wasn't dead in a ditch somewh're. I understan' it now, not den though. All dat mattere' ta me, was the da gang. In particu'ar I was close ta Arashi and Koki. Dose were my brothers and da rest of the gang recogni'e' us as brothers cuz' we were so close. We fought back ta back, and crashe' at each others places and anythin' we could. If one of us so much as got a scratch, de other two were out fer revenge. Real close. I kinda miss dose two, a lot. Anyways, so somethin' happene' around de time I was seventeen. Arashi was a year older, and Koki was two years older. What happene' was noby's fault, though my blood still yearns for blood in return. Can't help it really.
Know how I said we became a sorta motorcycle gang? Well, dis is where the next part of my life takes place, on da road. We used ta travel down da high ways of our city ta da next for no reason, leavin' behind some newer and older members to guard da territory in groups of three. Well the rest of us were on the road, and we're speedin' and weavin' through traffic. Cars sometimes gots startled cuz' of us and hit der breaks. Well, one day we were doin' dis, and I watche' another member, Giichi I dink, do it ta a transport and Koki was comin' up behin' him and me behind 'im, ho'ever the driver of the transport hit his brakes and turned the wheel sharply so dat the wheels locke' up. The back part turned to the side and began ta block da four lanes before it flippe'. I manouvere' outta da way as did Giichi, Arashi and the others. When I looke' back, Koki wasn't with us. I turne' my bike around as did Arashi and we sped over ta him. He'd tried to get away from the truck, but it had knocke' him off his bike, sent it flyin' ta da ditch in a heap of flames. Da driver was knocke' out and his load, thank god, was not ammunition though the smell of gasoline was heavy. Da truck was gunna catch on fire. We got of our bikes and tried to find Koki, we found 'im near the end of the transport, screaming bloody murder. His entire left leg was trappe' 'eneath the back, crushin' it ta da ground. His right leg wasn't movin' despite his arms failin'. Turns out, his right leg was broken, but his left was bein' crushed. We ran to his side and tried to get it out but we couldn't. Arashi left quickly and dragge' the driver out of the transport and by now the rest of da gang was tryin' to help me lift to get Koki out. We weren't strong enough. Funny since we'd always thought we were stron', now we couldn't do nothin'. It was shameful really. I tried mumblin' nonsense ta Koki while we worked, all da while we were worrin' about that gasy smell. Sure enough, it did ignite. Other passers got out ta watch, some came ta help, and my greatest memory was how hot it was and how long da police were takin'. Usually they got der so fast it seemed, now it seemed like infinite, all da while we were worrie' dat Koki was dying. We just didn't know. Eventually with twelve of us tryin' and da adrenaline in us, we were able to lift the truck and drag Koki out. His leg was real mangled, bent oddly and bleedin' heavily. It was kinda scary while enticin'. We pulled 'im away from da burning truck and waite' fer da ambulance ta get here and take care of 'im. At that moment it never even crosse' my mind dat he'd have ta get his leg amputated. Sure enough though, they ambulance came, and Arashi and I crowde' into the ambulance with the others before anyone could ask who was goin' with 'im. Da ride there was horrible, but we made it and Koki survived. But now, he didn't have a leg. It was at dat moment dat the three of us stoppe' and looked out ourselves. We were ragge' and almost lost our lives hun'reds of times, but now it seeme' real ta us. We had ta leave the Ragers before we died. It had ruine' my relationship with my folks, and Koki and Arashi were rejecte' by their families cuz' of da Ragers. But we still love' da gang and da people. We would always be a Rager at heart, but da dangers...we left. Didn't even bid farewell ta dem cuz' we would have ended up breakin; down and stayin', hell I didn't even big bye ta my folks, just upped and left. Dey were better off without me anyways. Arashi and I were with Koki the entire time he was learnin' ta move again, and when dings were finally sorted out when I was nineteen, I even big dem farewell. I moved away ta get away from da memories, though I still have da tattoo, da bike and my memories, I have severe' myself from dem all except fer Koki and Arashi who I write ta often enough. Now, I live in Raynebow Valley, and I use my strength fer mostly more productive dings. I still fight quite often, but I work as da wood chopper. Though, digns have started ta get really weird. Suddenly everythin' is really brightly colore' and I don't know why, nor does anyone else I ask. Real weird.
_______________☠___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would descirbe my personality. I'll do my best thotugh!
Oh, ya wanna know my personal'ty? Ya sure, not sure how wells I can explain it ta ya, I thought it woulda been obvious ta ya by now, eh? Oh well. Well, fer the most part I'mma loud and obnoxious person, spoiled ta the core and used ta get what I want one way or da other. I'm aggressive and willin' ta go through hell and back if I get my desires, ya' know? Guess, I just a passionate guy. Gots a lot of energy to, and I'm real strong. Gots to be, I swing an ax all day and I build stuff, lots of work. Also strong willed too. Erm...pretty violent to, tend ta lash out at anythin' and everythin' cuz of my past. Not proud of it, but cants help it really. Just that my blood boils more often than not, eh? Besides everythin' else, I'm a pretty happy go lucky kinda guy, laugh a lot, and I guess I got a pretty crude sense of humor cuz of da gang. I also love family ta death, though not really biological. They kinda gave up on me, and I donts blame them one bit. I talkin' about my gang family, I do anythin' for them, though it shrunk ta just two. As fer romance, I dont thinks ya wanna go down there. I'm a pretty protective guy and fight tooth and nail fer everythin' I have and bein' easily insulted as I am, I'm sure ta get jealous real quick. Happened often in da gang, one member would have a girl and if one of us so much as looked at 'er, we'd be sportin' a nice one (fat lip). Though, if that same member ever needed us ta defend 'er honor, we was there. Sort of an odd relationship. eh? What else is dere. Hmm. Loud, annoying, arrogant, prideful, violent, aggressive, possessive, happy, and I dink the last ding is dat I am an understandin', when ya can get me ta shut up I can understand basically anythin' ya going through and sympathize. I dealt with what most people would consider the rejects of society, I lived with them of my own free will, and I grew to care for them as a family, and so anythin' ya went through I can listen easily enough. Dose boys on da streets had all sorts of stories and I heard dem all and spoke extensively with dem to see why dey were on the streets. I know, and I can understand...if you can shut me up. Dats a problem though.
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_______________☠___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 155lbs, a lot of it is pure muscle though, I gots a strong body, both from fightin' and my job.
_______________☠___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm Six foot even, not too tall nor short, eh?
_______________☠___ What else have I done to myself? Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. On my chest, upper left there’s a tattoo of a motorcycle helmet with flames in the background and horns comin’ out. That was the sign of that gang I was talkin’ ‘bout, the Ragers.
_______________☠___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! The Ragers, Arashi, Koki, food of any sort, roof over my head an' money in my pocket and I'm thrille'.
_______________☠___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... Dealin' with my folks, thinkin' 'bout how I ruine' my life, lossin' my temper which is more often den not really, and I guess I don't like bein' insulte'.
_______________☠___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afriad of Watchin' my folks fall apart, motorcycle accidents, and I don't like seein' or dealin' with the ol' members of da gang unless der Arashi or Koki.
_______________☠___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be light steel blue
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