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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 6:46 pm
Kira Suki In Tokyo, Japan, a group of important Bosses, called Yakunan, have gathered. Meetings have been held, and the dangerous group have decided something needs to be done. No countries are taking them seriously. No one holds the fear for them that they once did. They are tired of being pushed aside and looked over. It is time to take action.
Shortly after 9-11, Yakunan compiled a list of "potentials"; important people of different countries that will be assasinated according to Yakunan to reinforce the intimidation and respect their neighboring countries and enemies once held towards the newly reborn group. The Yakunan, administrators of the Yakuza are determined to reassemble their "Oriental Organized Crime Families" according to tradition and forced honor.Yakunan Boss List Each boss has elected a certain few people to fight in their name. Here is a list of the bosses of Yakunan, and what kinds of assasins they hire based on their personal preferences.
Boss Ojoku - Is sharp witted and cunning; as must his assassins. He enjoys toying with ones mind before the kill, and will hire anyone with a sharp skill, and an even sharper tongue.
Boss Jutsu - Enjoys art. Surprisingly, he will only hire those who are beautiful. Stereotypical, yes, but he wants the ones assasinated in his name to remember.
Boss Iyashii - Is the coldest of them all. The ones hired under his name must be the most merciless killers of all. Vicious attacks and maiming of his enemies is definitely a must.
Boss Okashii - One of the funniest people you will ever hear about. He prefers his employees to be easy-going and laid back. Actually, he enjoys getting to know his victim before killing them, and often appears at their funeral.
The few each has hired have been sent to different parts of the world, and not all are working at this time. The tasks will start out with only a few to kill, but will gradually become harder.Roleplaying Rules These are the rules that roleplayers should know and love and cuddle:
1. No godmoding. ABSOLUTELY NONE will be tolerated, obviously.
2. There can only be a certain amount of people working for certain bosses. For now, there is a maximum of 2-3 characters under each boss, meaning that not all characters can work under Boss Ojoku, or Okashii, etc. etc.
3. With the Character Application Layout, there is a heading labeled "Duty." For further clarification on this, you can pick from a list of countries that you want your character to undertake his/her mission. Countries currently available are: China, Germany, Italy, Britain, Spain, United States, Australia, and many others, as long as you PM me with the request of the certain country. Included with the country, you can also PM what you'd like your duty to be (if you have an original character/influential person in mind that you'd like your character to go after, or a certain area in the country to be assigned to, include this in the Duty heading) and I will consider it and PM you back on the application and the assigned Duty.
4. This roleplay takes place in modern day, but as tradition is greatly valued by the Yakunan, there are weapons available such as swords, and your character may dress in a more "traditional" outfit (such as a kimono-esque, etc. etc.). When making your character, try to base their individual personality/dress/physical appearance on the boss they are working under, as it wouldn't make sense if Boss Iyashii has an innocent little girl named "Honeyhump" working under him who likes petting bunnies and skipping around merrily in flowery fields who wouldn't hurt a fly. You get the picture.
5. Magic will not be used at all. There can be weapons such as guns and swords and anything else your little heart desires, but NO magic.
6. Get creative with weapons/characters. Seeing buff, macho terminator-esque, freakishly strong assassins named "Snake-eye" all roleplaying together can get slightly aggravating. Character Application Layout Name: Age: (Must be between 17 and 45) Gender: Weapons: (No more than three blades, and two guns. If you have swords, no guns. If you have guns, no swords. Guns and swords are NOT the only weapons you can choose-get creative!) Employer: (Choose a boss that most fits your character.) Strengths/Weaknesses: (As in battle, and physically/mentally; is your character best with blades, but bad at stealth? Is your character frail, schizo, etc?) Appearance: (Come ooooonnn.) Persona: (You knooowwww) Duty: (Who they are sent to kill/who they have to work with, etc. I will private message you your task, YOU pick the country.) PRIVATE MESSAGE ME YOUR APPLICATION
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 7:08 pm
Character Applications Sephora Demassi's CharacterName: Kenjii Ojoku Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: Shuriken, long dagger, and a slightly curved, elaborately made katana; all tipped with poison, as it is his specialty. Employer: Boss Ojoku. Both Kenjii and his boss are sly and value sharpness, and Kenjii himself has been known to favor stealth over outright death. Strengths/Weaknesses: Kenjii's personality is the largest hindrance in any mission he undertakes. He is short-tempered, a perverted, flirtatious womanizing wannabe, and arrogant and self-absorbed in his own features and personal agenda. However, in the face of a mission he is able to rely upon his cunning and skills with poisons to maneuver himself out of many predicaments with relative ease. Appearance: Known as the b*****d son of one of Ojoku's runaway concubines, Kenjii has the striking green eyes of his mother-the only possession he can recall inheriting from her, with the exception of the blonde tips of his bangs, which he allows to grow slanted, partially covering his right eye. The rest of his hair is cut slightly longer than jaw-length, so he can keep it in a tiny ponytail. It is almost always tousled, giving him a wild look many women (and, to his annoyance, men) seem to admire. He also bears a scar across the top of his left eyelid towards mid-cheek, which is barely visible due to its pink-tinctured faintness, yet he refuses to acknowledge to others exactly why he received it. He is not very tall at 5'6'', yet he makes up for it with his fit build and muscular frame. He holds two tattoos of serpents upon his body; a tiny green snake upon his left wrist and a long, black snake with its fangs bared along his back, kanjii forming the words "forever" around its coils. He usually wears his left diamond earring and pair of plain sunglasses, as he fears his viridian eyes make him look "girlish" and Ojoku forbids being reminded of Kenjii's mother. His casual preference of clothing consists of baggy, cargo pants and black hoodies, though he is rarely dressed in any constant form of attire due to his love of "dressing up" to fit the part of his assassination missions. Persona: Kenjii is wild. A bounty hunter before he became an assassin, he does whatever he can to earn money-no matter how insane. He fights with stealth, yet every victim he enjoys taunting and teasing before he inflicts pain upon them. Having always been a heavy drinker and gambler, he tends to go out of control extremely often. Because of his unruly, spontaenous nature and his fascination with poison and toxic, he has earned the name "Striped Viper" among his victims. Volatile, yet slick and intelligent when needed be, his assassin skills are required mostly on stealth missions or ambushing others. Kenjii's multifaceted nature makes him a handful. As he lives alone in a guesthouse along Ojoku's estate, Kenjii is often lonesome, yet has too much pride to readily admit it. Duty: Kenjii has been assigned to kill Jeremey Turner; an important Government figure that had relations to Boss Ojoku, who has been on vacation in the nearby island of Hokkaido. For whatever reason, Ojoku holds a grudge against his long time 'rival'. Valenarr DeMirroName: Seiji Nakamaru Age: 23 Gender: Male Weapons: .50 caliber Smith & Wesson Revolver (here), Steyr 9mm TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol with screw-on silencer/flash suppressor) (here), along with a straight-edged folding knife (here). Employer: Boss Okashii Strengths/Weaknesses: Not exactly good at sneaking around, he likes to go in with guns blazing and make people afraid of him. He's mentally healthy (for the most part) and often thinks about what he's going to do, though some don't think he does, due to the fact that he finds some irrational approaches quite rational. His upfront nature does give him a bit of a weak spot with the local authorities, often finding himself swamped by cops. His ranged combat is excellent, and his melee skills leave slightly a bit to be desired. Not one for physical strength, Seiji prefers his agility and dexterity to help him out. Of course he's not a weakling; it takes an arm to fire a .50 caliber revolver with one hand. But he's not the strongest assassin out there, for sure. Appearance: Favoring to wear clean, black suits and black plastic-framed sunglasses (sunglasses here), with a trench coat overtop, usually kept mostly buttoned-up to look formal, hiding his weapons underneath. Somewhat tall, standing at 5"11', Seiji has dark, medium length hair that is kept in a small ponytail (I mean really small). The stray bangs usually are brushed aside. He has a small goatee, which is dark-haired as well, along with a slight moustache. He's rather thin but has a good bit of lean muscle, needing it to fire his .50 caliber revolver with one hand as he prefers. It also takes a good bit of strength to keep his TMP steady during sustained fire, so he needs whatever strength he can get. Persona: Laid-back and easy-going, he is quite a match for his employer. Often friendly, though sometimes cruel and uncaring, as all people can be. Of course one can easily get on his bad side, but he doesn't have any friends, really, and doesn't talk to many other than his soon-to-be victims and his own Boss, of course. Duty: He has been sent by Boss Okashii to Great Britain to target (and make an acquaintance before killing, of course) Ronald Garside, a former U.N. employee and influential spokesperson regarding international affairs. Okashii apparently did not appreciate Garside's tactless sense of humor in teasing him at a banquet the year before, calling him a "washed out Yakuza rat," embarassing him in front of other influential U.N. members and guests of the banquet, to which he assured was all in good fun. That was not a joke Okashii found funny. Shouyin's characterName: Kuroko Age: 29 Gender: Male Weapons: His kiribachi and two sawed-off shotguns. Employer: Boss Iyashii
Strengths/Weaknesses: As is apparent by his weaponry Kuroko is a soley close-range fighter. Although capable of stealth, it is not his forte, since the kiribachi is unwieldily in tight spaces and tends on making a heavy screeching sound as it is withdrawn from its sheath. He utilizes a more guerrilla tactic, sneaking deep into enemy territory without causing a disturbance, utilizing his knowledge of kenpo and kung fu to silence distractions; then striking quick and painfully into the heart of the opponent before retreating once again into the darkness. Appearance: A long, frighteningly pale face draped with long, unkempt, black hair. It is difficult to distinguish his eye colour, and it appears to change between numerous lower-spectrum tints and shades. Just under 6' and around 180lbs. he has very considerable upper-body stength; required to handle a bulky weapon like the kiribachi but the muscles are lean from training in martial arts. Usually he is clothed in a fine black suit, with varying colours of shirts and ties. However, when on assignment he prefers to wear the full black yukata of the old ronin. Persona: Cold and independent. By utilizing his own personally crafted code of honor he is able to push himself to new physical, mental, emotional, and moral extremes without regret. He considers himself to be a sort of neo-samurai, travelling the world on the command of his master, bringing a slow and painful death to whoever would bring dishonor unto themselves, Kuroko, or his master. Duty: Boss Iyashii is sending Kuroko to Germany, to target and coldly kill the president of the weapon-making company, Heckler and Koch. His motive for the president of the company's death is unknown, though there have been whisperings about a squabble between the two in earlier days over a weapon Iyashii wanted made exclusively for himself. With the death of the president, Iyashii wants his body brutally maimed and somehow exposed for all to see, so that the fear of his name and the name of the Yakunan returns full-force to affect the weapon-wielding population of Germany.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 6:08 pm
Kenjii Ojoku blinked in the morning sunlight, yawning lazily. Stretching his well-toned arms out towards the heavens, he released his aching muscles from the grip on his heavy briefcase and duffel bag he had been heaving towards the nearest Taxi, that disgusting hell hole on wheels, towards the airport. It seemed as if fatigue was an underrated description to compensate for the lack of sleep he had been having these past few days, as they were nothing but tumultuous and stressful. <******** Ojoku with his damn wakeup-calls,"
He muttered beneath his breath, swaggering his way towards the entrance of the low-profile building. All around him the hustle and bustle of post-dawn Tokyo began to filter his thoughts, the sounds of taxis, cars and every other automobile hurrying towards the airport for either irritating business trips or cheesy little family vacations to Disney Land, and he couldn't help but shake his head softly as he realized many were probably off for the latter.
Kenjii himself, however, was on a combination of the two. A small bout of annoyance seeped into his cool composure, causing him to limp slightly with his haughty swagger. His mouth slackened as he thought of exactly what sort of business-vacationing trip he was being sent on, and although it was probably the most exciting trip he had been offered in a considerable amount of years, the fact that his vendor was a dirty son of a b***h disheartened his otherwise worthwhile journey.
"Honestly...old fart could have picked a better day, or a better time...I'm just not used to getting up so friggin' early to go to an airport, for God's sake."
Not to mention that most of his cravings were in the early morning, he thought sullenly, and he had been trying to rid himself of that little habit for quite a few months now. Swearing endless profanities to himself, he shrugged his shoulders as he entered the check-in area, his ID, tickets and papers in one hand, his other fishing within the pocket of his olive-green cargo pants for a cigarette. His eyes, as emerald green as his pants, seemed to gleam with a luster that made him more beautiful than he appeared with his sluggish attire and lazy boy demeanor, and he realized with a mental smirk that many of the female employees at the damned airport were giving him admiring twice-overs with their lust-filled eyes.
"Flight 106, Tokyo Airlines...Hokkaido?"
He inquired in fluent Japanese, although found himself grimacing at the gentle, yet vaguely noticable British accent that slurred its way from the end of every word. Admitting that he had bought a plane ticket to Hokkaido itself was even more embarrassing, and he thanked God he hadn't been born as one of those compulsive blushers whose cheeks would turn a deep crimson whenever the smallest twinges of embarrassment struck them. At the mention of the place, he could have sworn the woman at the counter was giggling, and he was compelled into simply walking out right there, or just shooting the b***h in the head.
While both alternatives to the airplane ride flowed pleasantly through his mind, he found that the woman had retorted in her high-pitched chirp,
"Yes, Hokkaido. Gate Four, down there."
Kenjii gazed absentmindedly towards where the woman had been pointing, realizing that the Gate was only a few feet away. Not too bad. To add the sudden spout of luck, he had just found the cigarette that he had been fishing for, and it didn't look too stale at all. After handing her the ID, going incognito with the name Milan Mirotosa (which wasn't Japanese at all; he couldn't help but mentally remark to himself as he cursed Ojoku again and again for giving him such a stupid alias), he began his walk towards the Gate with much more confidence and alert gaiety than before.
Booya.
Maybe this mission wouldn't be too bad after all. Hokkaido was more of a tourist area than anything else, an Island that was rather far from Tokyo-and since he had to get there rather quickly, he had been forced to use an airplane. His hair was tousled as always, the ebon locks pulled back in a hasty ponytail, and his long, blonde-tipped bangs fell against his stunningly exotic eyes with every fluid step he took. A soft smirk adorning his handsome features, he found that nothing could discourage him as of yet-
...s**t. s**t...s**t...s**t.
Not only had he just caught sight of the security post before the Gate, but he couldn't find his lighter anywhere in his pants. Both struck him just as badly-he couldn't have a cigarette, and he was about to wet himself because he had forgotten completely about the bag-checking process and how his duffel bag wasn't completely protocol.
All this crap just to shoot down that bum, Jeremy p***y-Turner. Why doesn't Ojoku just do it himself?
He didn't fear for his life at all, although he realized that the security guards had been cocking guns at their sides at watching his obvious hesitation, he figured that if he had gotten caught, he could always make his way out of imprisonment later on. Honestly, Kenjii found the aspect of getting shot by a stray bullet or being in jail for Life to be much more fearful than death itself, and for that he realized that he sounded like a sort of goth queer, the kinds that he could find easily downtown with their opaque makeup and plastic crosses. But at the moment he didn't care...he had to keep himself focused on the damn duffel bag slung around his aching shoulder, and how it held an assortment of his daggers and blades-and of course, he couldn't just say they were souveneirs.
Okay, Kenjii...think. Stop gawking there like a guy who just lost his balls and start walking. And think while you're walking. Stay calm, don't tremble...don't sweat. If you show the slighest bit of uptightness, they'll notice. These aren't just the pansy, stupid guards you can find anywhere else. They're guards that look like they've gotten their pants tightened against their crotches a couple sizes too small...they could be a threat.
"Alright over there?" A tall, rather stocky guard called out curiously towards Kenjii, who realized he had been standing stone still in the center of the hallway, getting odd stares from many of the passerbys.
"Yeah...just hold on, alright?"
"Well you look like you could use a little help!" Another guard retorted, eyeing Kenjii as he struggled with the duffel bag.
"No, no I'm fine-"
"But we insist, sir," Both guards replied in unison, walking towards him and grabbing the end of the bag.
They're gonna find out what it is...Kenjii, use your ******** pea-brain to think of something!
As the guards wrenched the bag from his feeble grip, Kenjii wore an expression of outrage. His lips pursed together and he glared at both of the guards, who had been fumbling with the zipper of the bag. Holding his papers in one hand, he flung them angrily at the stocky guard, who fell backwards against the floor with the bag strewn across his body.
"You damn ungrateful snob! See if I ever come to this airport anymore!" Kenjii shouted, as the other guard frantically gazed at the scene, unsure of what to do.
Taking advantage of his opportunity, he seized the half-unzipped bag from the fallen guard, his eyes filled with an animalistic anger as he glared at the guard's panicking comrade,
"And you! What the hell did you both think you were doing, coming towards a paying passenger like that and taking his luggage without consent?!"
"What-what is the problem here, sir?!"
Another man appeared in an identical dull-blue uniform as the other guards, though noticably much older, his eyes crinkled in a look of anxiety. He was obviously the leader, and Kenjii fought back his surge of happiness.
"Sir, let me ask you something. Do you think that it's respectable for your guards to pull the luggage out of the unsuspecting hands of a paying passenger, and then dig their grubby paws into my private property without my consent?"
"I apologize sir, but if you are near the luggage-"
"I wasn't anywhere near the goddamned luggage check!"
Watching the obvious faltering of the chief guard, Kenjii heightened the tense situation by pointing at both fallen guards, shouting so loudly that many passerbys gawked and gazed at the scene,
"These two men disrespected me, and you have the self-arrogance and idiocy to call them your well-trained employees! See if I ever come to this airport again-I have never been treated with such rudeness in my entire life!"
"Please, sir, calm down, I'm sure they didn't mean to-"
"Milan Mirotosa doesn't calm down when he is being half-assed and insulted!"
The man's face visibly blanched, and the other guards seemed to choke on their sharp breaths of air. All around Kenjii people began to gasp, and he himself found a look of bewilderment upon his face as he fought the urge to question why they had appeared so alarmed.
"...Milan Mirotosa? The Milan...oh, sir, our dearest apologies. We can take you at once to a private jet around the corner, you can get a refund on your tickets, and no luggage or baggage claim...come with me, and I will escort you peronally. My sincerest apologies!"
Watching the elderly man bow frantically towards him, he realized just who Milan Miratosa was-a very wealthy businessman who was never seen but constantly in the news for his investments in first-rate companies...he knew the name had sounded familiar. Kenjii sighed inwardly. He had to give that b*****d Ojoku some credit for his trademark ingenuity.
As he was taken towards the private jet, patting his leather duffel bag with a proud, steady hand, he couldn't help but ask the chief guard if they would throw in a complementary cigarette lighter as well.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 10:23 am
A bit of chatter and the squeak of carts brought Seiji out of his nap; the flight was long to Britain and rather boring, and he found himself unable to occupy himself, so he feasted upon peanuts and constantly ordered either sodas or some kind of alcohols. He smiled while sipping upon one such soda, looking around at the rows of seats upon the public aircraft. Boss Okashii had downloaded a file onto his PDA, encrypted with a password to make sure his instructions were... kept secret.
Producing his PDA, Seiji decided to go over his instructiosn once again, just to make sure he got them straight. With a yawn, he glanced over to the man beside him. A rather fat, balding American man who was sound asleep, a Budweiser can empty upon his tray. He'd be out for awhile, probably. Sitting beside the window, Seiji tapped a few buttons on his PDA and brought up the file.
The instructions were clear enough... He read the file.
Seiji, my trusted friend: The instructions began.
As I told you before you left, Mister Ronald Garside A link was featured to a picture Seiji had seen so many times he had memorized the exact location of this man's pores, decided to insult me in front of the entire United Nations banquet. Show him, after meeting him and becoming his 'friend,' or at least good acquaintance, how much of a 'washed-out Yakuza rat' I really am.
Seiji chuckled at that. He really could've left that last part out...
He'll be staying at a hotel, and I've made reservations for you under your fake identity, the name of Kyozen Hakusai. Like it? I picked it myself. Seiji wondered why Boss Okashii would write a quesiton in his briefing, but chuckled nonetheless. Boss Okashii was a bit strange, anyways...
I want this done in the most clandestine method you can manage. You'll have the time window of about a week before his meetings end and he goes back to his house, the whereabouts of which are unknown to me and is too heavily guarded to be ... economical to infiltrate. So get close to him. And then, when you have earned his trust, learn a few things from him and make sure you store them on a secure file on your PDA. I don't really care what you learn. Get some dirt on him, perhaps. And then, kill him. Once again, I don't care how. You think of something. Oh, a contact will deliver your weapons and some extra ammunition to your hotel room. Enjoy your stay. Anyways, it's getting close to lunch time and the pizza should be here any moment...
Sinc The message ended there with no completion. Apparently Boss Okashii's pizza got there just as he was finishing up the file and he forgot to complete it after eating. Oh well, the important stuff was there, anyways.
Seiji closed the file and tucked the PDA into the front of his coat, relaxing, putting on a soft smile. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses (he was in a plane, it'd just look stupid), and so his dark hued irises concealed themselves behind his eyelids, and he decided to take another nap before they landed.
(I'm just making it so I can post again without feeling too dumb blaugh )
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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