jonajere4
Level 11
". . . NOTHING IS EVER A GIVEN IN THIS WORLD."
IGN (In-Game Name):
(Please also list any of your alternate accounts)
tracionz (MAIN ACCOUNT)
v1nguard (ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNT)
Describe your activity on the server:
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GANG/CRIME ROLEPLAY
"You dirty delinquent!"
A red-tag greenie dubbed "Shenzo Kiraga" begins to walk around Karakura, flip-phone in hand and bearing no knowledge of what is to come. After strolling for a while, he comes across the entrance to a sketchy corner of the map dubbed "Powerplant". Beyond that entrance resided five people on a roof, ballistic masks concealing their visages. Out of curiosity, the male marched forward, waving at them, leading the masked guys to begin swarming at the poor guy. Initially, they attempted to mug the phone, doing what a GangRP from back in 2023 would do, but, as if a grace fell from the heavens, they decide to retract their violence, opting instead to carry him, informing him about the basics of the faction, and in that very same moment, that greenie fell in love with the stupidly chaotic "game" known as CrimeRP. While yes, it is quite the corny story (I apologize to whoever gotta read ts), it's representative of my initial inspiration to pursue this roleplay in the first place, and this faint memory has served as ignition to an entire tome of stories and tales. Throughout my entire experience (which is still ongoing bee-tee-dubs), I have built on many skills, such as my writing, coordination, and maturity. I could go on and on for days about how I participate in that fight and how I p2led that guy, but to be honest, I don't think you want to sit on your chair reading some random dude yap, so below I will list the notable activities that I have been honored to take apart in.
KYOGOKU-SHIRYO GEN 1
A couple months after this initial story, four people decided to take me under their wings, offering me a position in a gang called "Kyogoku-Shiryo". In this gang, I was able to foster connections with many people, some that you may even see today (yk who u are ), along with sparking my interest in GangRP further. With this, I was as well able to accumulate some fights and lore for my characters, initiating a chain reaction that eventually led to future roles and positions.
H.U OF MANDALA/TAKUKAN
At around July of 2024, I decided to take on my first ever leadership role in a criminal organization called Mandala. This marked my period of growth, taking the knowledge that I had attained from first-gen Kyogoku to begin educating myself and engaging in roleplay further than I had ever done at the time. Throughout my time in this position, I was able to grasp many of the important combat rules and improve on my writing style, allowing me to begin collecting experience for a project that I wanted to do relatively soon (That project being Kyogoku-Shiryo Gen2), and to begin marking my name in the walls of the "Underworld". After I left Mandala, I was brought over to a gang called Takukan, ironically meant to rival directly against the black market, and in that is where I really began to interact with prominent members within the crime faction, whether it bounty hunters, BMDA's, or BMD themselves (cough cough. .).
GANG LEAD OF RAGNAROK/KYOGOKU GEN 2
. . . Yep! Believe it or not, I was a lead of two gangs, those being Kyogoku-Shiryo and Ragnarok. The first one, being Kyogoku, reigned from late September of 2024 to late November of 2024, accumulating a mass of 33 members, and even more stories that still prove somewhat relevant today. Due to the disbanding of the recently then Takukan, a gang made to ironically rival against the Black Market, I made the decision then to gather up remnants of Takukan and nose-dive into an extremely competitive market, forcing me to adapt to my environment quickly as to not drown in the sea of hyaenas. Paired with my improved ability to manage my time and flexibility, my involvement within the server spiked, allowing me to both, A: participate in many roleplays, and thus, engage in combat more than ever before, and B: heavily increase my presence within the criminal faction, which also allowed me to achievet a much tighter grasp on the rules. As for the second gang, Ragnarok, I was able to once again, cultivate a mass of people, peaking at around 22~ if I remember correctly. Combined with my now augmented knowledge on writing, further education on the rules and my ability to cooperate with others, the gang reached a rather successfull lifespan. Whilst not as long as Kyogoku, I can say that Ragnarok did have a relatively strong influence wiithin the crime world, being one of the main contendors for the Speakeazy turf when it was around. During that window of time, me and the rest of the gang were able to successfully build roleplay and enter sophisticated combat with notable gangs such as Sinnerous, Parabellum, and Immertreu - A prime example of this being a fight at the warehouse turf, where we solidified agreements with Sinnerous to overpower a common enemy that was at the time plaguing our operations.
A turf brawl against Shintou-kai back in late february of 2025, in the image it shows Ragnarok and Sinnerous lining up on the ledge of the turf, posing up for a small lil' victory pose. . heh. . .
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HS FB/SPORTS ROLEPLAY
"BLACK CARD; TYRELL KNIGHT!"
As of April 5th, 2024, I have maintained a position within the Highschool Male Football team. When I first joined, I was still relatively new to SRP, blissfully unaware of the many people that I haven't seen due to not beholding a faction tag, and pretty surface-level when it came to my writing. Through sportsRP and MANY different ridiculous scenarios, however, I was able to tremendously increase my vocabulary range, as well as my typing speed, grammar, you know the drill. With this, I also met many friends that I still talk to often today, each of them teaching me bits and pieces of their wisdom to create a lil' cultivation of knowledge. Ever since I have initially joined, I have stayed readily active within the faction, logging on nearly everyday and often roleplaying for hours at a time, building new stories and kicking a ball so that it goes in a net.
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Annndddddd now it's time for my LITERAL activity on this server, playtime n' all that jazzy stuff.
**KEEP IN MIND THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE.**
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY |
5 PM - 11PM | 3 PM - 7 PM | 3 PM - 11 PM | 3 PM - 7 PM | 3 PM - 11 PM | 3 PM - ??? | Depends, flexible day. |
I have been part of the Schoolrp community for two and a half years now and have accumulated thirty weeks of playtime, being attributed to countless hours of participation in various roleplay factions. Due to the encroaching summertime(and with that, summer break), my schedule will be more flexible than previously, allowing for planning and participating in events to be of much more ease compared to the past or others. Expect around 4-6 hours (or more) of consistent activity on days where I am free to do so, however, I am also apart of the Highschool FB team, so I may have to make room for practices and roleplaying with others n' what-not. As for discord/outside of SRP? I'm pretty much free to answer DM's and inquiries whenever, just make sure to ping me once or twice so that i don't forget to. .!
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
My discord username is s0urroll, and yes, I do have a working microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
The United States, and EST (GMT-5).
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
Throughout my time within the Crime faction, one thing that remains prevalent in my mind would be the Black market, and everything that the faction has to offer. This, obviously enticed my interests, prompting me to begin engaging with roleplays with associates to the BMD, allowing me to attain central ideas on what they are all about, what are the pros and cons about being one, and, most interestingly, the roleplays that they themselves get into. With these attainted experiences, as well as hours of thinking, I have came to the conclusion of four primary reasons on which I wish to join the Black market Dealers;
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1. BUILDING CONNECTIONS AND FRIENDSHIPS
If you have seen my other applications and/or have met me personally, you would know that one of the most important things to me are the people that I am friends with, and obviously, I want to build that circle of acquaintances and friends, bringing me to this first reason. After roleplaying with/against the Black Market dealers and their respective sub-factions, I have acquired many connections that have been largely beneficial to my growth as a person, meeting some very kind people that I got to make many memories with, and have been able to learn many things about Criminal roleplay from. Along with this, I have gotten to speak to a handful of ex and current black market dealers, and after some conversations, I do really want to get to know them better, and the best way that I can think of doing that with would be via joining the faction myself!
2. ROLEPLAY AND WRITING.
One of, if not THE most important factor that both, the Black Market and CrimeRP are constructed upon, would be writing. Obviously, the Black Market is a place where roleplay flourishes, and I mean, it makes sense; What other place could you have a sick n' badass fight, katana versus katana, on some movie-style drama whilst also producing deep results? Anyways, what I'm trying to get at is roleplay as a whole has been a continuously rising interest of mine, most notably within Crime, and the best way of achieving that urge would be the "prestigious" spot known as a Black Market Dealer. Along with this, I do wish to further build on my already fortified writing, and what's a better way of doing that than being a dealer within a criminal underworld whilst also planning and coordinating sophisticated events, whether it be to defend, strike, or gather intelligence.
3. EXECUTE EVENTS
As witnessed by many, one of the many perks that you gain once you achieve the status of Black Market Dealer would be the ability to coordinate and have freedom with events, much more so than if you didn't have that position. Throughout my extensive time within leadership positions in numerous gangs, I have wished to coordinate many events between gangs, which I was largely able to do, however, with these ideas, I began to brainstorm many for the underground as I will dub it, leading me to wish to apply for the Black Market Dealer slot so I can attain more freedoms when it comes to interrelating roleplays and experiences. Now, I'm not saying that I require this to plan events, as I have stated before that I have been able to do such without the role, however, I do believe that it would be a great assistance to my plans, and would therefore make it a lot easier and enjoyable, as well as providing more credibility to my name.
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What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
When looking at this application back in 2024, one of the main questions that rang inside my head was "What made me stand out to others?", and that singular sentence had haunted the spaces of my mind, but, after bearing the responsibility of being a gang lead numerous times, fighting with/against the Black Market and other branches of it, and growth as a person, I can confidently say that what allows me to stand out from other applicants would be my compatibility with many individuals, insight on unique topics, and drive to be superior to the rest of the competition.
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Firstly, let's focus on the whole "Compatibility with other people" part. I myself am a rather social person, engaging in conversations and approaching people without hesitance to spark companionship with individuals from different sects of the server. This, in turn, lead to me acquiring essential experience on how to communicate with others, how to work as a team with people for different situations, and how to provide uniqueness when it comes to my input. Along with this, I am often described as to be easy to talk to, understanding and considerate of the opinion/inputs of others, and giving great assistance to construction of many things - And to end things off on a short note, I am already acquaintanced with many people in CrimeRP (you can ask around if you wish), so that could possibly provide ease of communication that others may not have over me.
Secondly, throughout my leadership in Gangs and membership in SportsRP, I have had the pleasure of participating in decision-making of numerous events, allowing me to build experience, and furthermore, provide unique perspective on such events. This unique insight that I provide in the formation of activities, while seemingly irrelevant, has actually proven to be very useful, significantly altering events and roleplays in a beneficial way compared to their older versions. I believe that, while yes, everybody has their own unique insight, I can provide one that is of higher caliber and uniqueness, setting me apart from the rest of the competition.
Andddd lastly, my mindset - More specifically the mindset to be better. Now, what do I mean by this exactly? Well, there's only one real thing that I can be referring to: I have since the dawn of time (like. . 12) had this spark in my mind constantly whispering to me "deliver more impact than the rest.", whether that be with my coordination, involvement with the community, feats and achievements, or all of the above. Now, you're probably wondering; How does this uniquely provide to a team? Well, to answer that question, what is something that I have stated wayyy too much in my application? My gangs, and with those said gangs, I have continuously drived to improve and outlast the rest as a team, rather than as an individual identity, providing reason to state this on this question.
Overall, what brings me to rise above the rest of the applicants applying for this faction would be my communication skills, qualitative inputs and thinking, and motivation to be greater.
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What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I myself bear many experiences with working with others, whether it be with friends, or with a specially picked selection of people designed to create an environment suitable for dozens of players. One of the most notable experiences that I can provide example of can be seen in the Sports side of the server. Due to my position as a Highschool football member, I have been actively engaging with the rest of my team, whether it's for a competitive 5v5 match, or the organization of a large-scale celebration for the entirety of the bobcats. Being on a team that is often held high on a pedestal leads to a lot of recognition, and with that, a ton of teamwork between different sports teams come as a result, allowing me to further cooperate with others, and therefore, give me more experience when working with a team. Paired with this, I also have my (i know you LOVEEEE to hear it) extensive participation within Gang roleplay as a higher-up, and in some cases, leadership in many criminal organizations such as Takukan, Sasori-za, and Kyogoku. These, in return, resulted in the diplomacy between me and other gang leads, as well as my higher-ups and peers.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
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One thing that I have noticed whilst both, scrolling and talking with active members in CrimeRP would be their love for custom weaponry. I've seen people go out of their ways to blow hundreds of dollars JUST so they could skin their characters with some sick excalibur-esque blade, which is honestly baffling to me and reinforces my previous statement. Unfortunately, as we all know, the implemented EULA of Minecraft placed a sudden and unprecedented halt on the production of such beloved custom weapons, harshly impacting the variety of customs present on the server, and with that, limiting the creativity and designs for the cultivation of weaponry. Due to this, many players were left stranded with many ideas and have created suggestions to overturn the rule, put to a stop due to the laws placed upon us by Minecraft itself however. With this in mind, it seems that there is no real way to allow the flow of custom weapons in the market once more, but then that only exemplifies this central idea that I have built: How are people expected to get brand-new custom weaponry and skins without the ability to purchase them? This thought remained dormant in the minds of many, however, today, I bring to you a way to once again allow for players to begin collecting and obtaining brand-new custom weaponry through a system controlled directly by the Black Market (and it's associates) dubbed;
"THE REMUNERATION ACT."
Before discussing what the new act is, it is important to take into consideration that this could possibly require a new sect of the black market, focused on delivering assignments for the people to complete and giving modelers suggestions for the creation of new weaponry blah blah you know what I mean.
The Remuneration act is a bounty-esque system instilled by Black Market Dealers, designed to give the criminal underworld a motivation to feed the plague known as the KBM with information, mercenary work, and allowance. The way this would work is that every week, a flyer would be put up within the Nexus Hub, a location where criminals alike gather to communicate. Members within the BMD branches (Bounty-Hunter, BMDA, Crime Clinic, Etc. ) and organized/street organizations could sign up for this flyer, submitting their Alias, IKIGAI, and occupation to the RAC(Remuneration Act Committee) who would then separate these participants into isolated groups, assigning each one with a list of tasks. Once a group/individual completes the list of tasks assigned by the committee, they would receive a token of remuneration, being used to allow for the purchase of special custom weapons that are cycled weekly and/or monthly. This is a great way to instill IC competition within the underworld, as well as allowing for different communities within CrimeRP to connect with each other to achieve a common goal, boosting activity for the crime faction in general, and encouraging openness to a new, more kinder community than before.
This is a great way to kill two birds with one stone, allowing for players to once again have their satisfactions for custom weapons to be fulfilled, as well as encouraging competition and cooperation between unique parties in Crime/GangRP. Along with this, it can provide many stories and new lore for characters, I mean who knows, maybe the groups made to get the tokens begin to hangout past the receiving of that custom item and miraculously blossom one of those corny love stories that you see on tiktok.
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Secondly, a plaguing issue of mine and others alike within Karakura Crime would be the ongoing drought of specific Gang vs Gang conflict. While yes, I do believe that the turfs are great incentive to promote this, past their claiming, there isn't too much drive for other gangs to fight against one-another for motives besides taking a turf, which they may very well already have obtained. So, this had me thinking; What is a way to incentivize conflict between Gangs further than just turfs, and not related to bringing back danger-zones because we all know those aren't coming back? Well, may I present to you...
"AXIS VELITOR"
While not directly affiliated with the black market as much as my previous suggestion, I do believe this is largely beneficial for the KBM as it allows for many people to begin participating in Crime events, leading to possible encounters with the Black Market, and therefore, sparking an interest.
A crazed man spotting a pure white ballistic mask ignites a flame, hovering it below the surface of his fingertips. A small sensation of pain begins to form in the tips, but it seems that it nowhere near rivals the ambition that he had once felt when swinging a bat, risking it all for the right to dub himself as "Great". Hold on - That word "Great". . What does it really mean? Well, it was obvious, it meant to be the greatest, the one to take the crown above all else, but how could others even achieve that anymore, he thought to himself; How can criminal organizations truly prove themselves when they choose to stay relatively dormant against one another, only sparking rivalries for petty bloodshed and profit? In that very moment, a sickly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, that same flame that was ignited by himself coming to an abrupt stop.
Why not host a fun competition for the ones who say they are "Justice", huh?
Essentially, "AXIS VELITOR" is a bi-monthly point control competition, occurring in various criminal hotspots such as Powerplant, Spray grounds, and the various vacant buildings present in Karakura. Gangs would sign up using Nexus as a hub, submitting a logo, clingy motto, and color. Designed to initiate conflict between gangs, the sick game promises the winner a unique "Trophy", that being a celebratory custom weapon forged by the hands of illegal blacksmiths, or a direct grant from the Black Market.
The structure of the bi-monthly event would go as this:
PART ONE - INITIAL FIGHTS "Don't be a coward now, do it later." | The locations of the points and any/all changes of those said locations are announced to all of the participating gangs at the Nexus hub ICly, a celebratory pre-game party is put in place for all of the gangs to get to know one-another and talk smack before taking point control. This can allow for IC build-up against each other, and obviously. . Give business to Nexus! 80~ people crammed in a bar is prettyyy profitable if you ask me. | This period would last for around 48-72 hours, allowing for gangs to consolidate and maintain their control over different points on the map, encouraging competition and conflict between one another. Black Market openings would most likely rise as a result of many requiring cutting-edge weaponry. |
PART TWO - ELIMINATION "JUST SWING THE GOD DAMN BAT." | Calculating the amount of time and winners of fights at the points, winners and losers will be picked out, the losing gangs being eliminated from the games and not permitted to enter the points for any given reason until the next "AXIS VELITOR". After this, different control points are closed off for the rest of the game, leading to gangs having fewer points to control, and thus, concentrating the competition. | This period would serve as a buffer period, rinsing and repeating the eliminations until there are only two rivaling gangs left to combat against each other. When this happens, the two gangs are given a couple of days to rest and schedule with the KBM and Staff to decide on a date for the final brawl. |
PART THREE - THE LAST STAND ". . But the winner decides justice." | Being the final fight in the "AXIS VELITOR", many of the KBM and Gang members would be notified of this, and, depending on tensions and circumstances, it may be visible to the criminal eye under intense supervision. This is where the winner is FINALLY decided, and during this time, the black market dealers and their associates would begin to discuss the rewards for the winning gang, possibly basing it off of the conditions and themes of the participating gangs. After a winner is decided, a ceremony is held for that gang, allowing them to exclusively meet with the KBM and receive their prize. This can also open a bridge to roleplay opportunities, allowing communication from Gang to KBM. | This period would most likely go on for 30-2 hours, I mean, a Gang v Gang brawl of possibly 35 people against 35 people doesn't exactly go by in a singular second. During the days in which the gangs are allowed to rest, the event/build team would be notified of what to create, allowing them to have ample time to construct a custom-made environment for the brawl. (Nothing crazy, maybe like a couple ricebag walls within powerplant and some towers, etc.) |
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
I am thoroughly educated and knowledgeable with the rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat permissions, and player conduct on SchoolRP, yes.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?
I am in full awareness that, if I were to ever leave the black market for any given motive at any given time, the Black Market Lead obtains the permission to murder my character for an unlimited duration of time.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
I am fully cognitive of this fact, yes.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I recognize that I am forbidden from leaking any information related to the plans of the Black market or potential addition to the Black Market faction.
"THE CREATURES LOOKED OUTSIDE FROM PIG TO MAN, AND FROM MAN TO PIG, AND FROM PIG TO MAN AGAIN; BUT IT WAS ALREADY IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHICH WAS WHICH."
Full Legal Name:
The click of a radio emitted from the hands of an enigmatic figure, a scintillating voice coated with the ambiance of the skies following soon after. A short pause took place, an answer being granted soon after:
"My name? Remember it as Kōsei Uemara, born n' raised from the dungeons of the concrete jungle."
Criminal Alias:
His mind blanked for a moment; How long ago has it been since he had utilized the secretive figure? Kōsei nearly responded with "None'; the toll that the identity, or rather visage, inflicted on his life back in New York seemed comparable to the plot of a telenovela, but remaining perspicacious of the interviewer, along with his sharp thoughts and violent judgement, he decided to conjure the escaping memory. A pernicious exhale left the mouth of Uemara, a daunting voice emitting from it:
". . . The Alias that I bear is "FAFNIR", make sure to capitalize it."
A sudden shift in tone was present, however short-lived.
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
Through the radio, you could hear the collision of wooden beads, each one of them producing a unique sound of hollowness. He didn't need them to calculate, however, what he did need it for was to allow himself to truly soak in his time, although not near as bountiful as other prominent figures - Damn, you're approaching your 30's, remember when you used to play for your highschool football team, Uemara? As for the ladder question, a snap of his fingers symbolized a light bulb sparking, and I'm talking one of those goofy 90's TV show kind of light bulbs that called for a 10 ton hammer:
"I am currently 26 years of age, and have completed the appropriate studies required for my masters degree in Psychology, boasting a minor in Economics with that. I also. . Dropship some hype-beast items on depop here and there, just so that I can have a bit of dinero flowin' in, still got to represent myself after all!"
He proceeded to gaze at the wall for 30 seconds afterwards, relinquishing himself of any laughter that was meant to be produced in the next 12 hours.
Gender & Marital Status:
Uemara kissed his teeth, glaring at the black reception device for a good moment - At least he wasn't like a specific male named Asao. .! He didn't really have many thoughts for this one, more-so curious on why the Black Market would wish to know such things:
"I am a cisgender male, and am currently not involved with any romantic relationships."
Ethnicity & Race:
Differentiating from last time, a quick, snappy response was delivered from the male, his voice peaking to match a prideful, candor attitude:
"I was born within the confines of New York City, Brooklyn to be exact, and am Hispanic-Asian."
And this would be the only instance where you would see his pride for the rest of these questions.
Known Languages:
Fingers tapped rhythmically against the temple of the applicant's forehead, the cogs and gears in a vast brain-space beginning to spin once again:
"I currently speak Japanese, Korean, English, and Spanish. I plan to one day study somethin' cool like Russian, however, that's for the future. ."
By the way, when he says he "Speaks" Korean, I mean he knows the surface-level of Korean, pray that they don't test him on that one!
Former Associations/Occupations:
Former occupations, he thought to himself; What occupations could he speak of to the Black Market? Obviously he couldn't speak about Takukan - No no no, that would be Ridiculous! He would most definitely have the radio silenced and a funny axe swinging at his door in the upcoming days, So. . What experiences could he discuss?
"Within Karakura, I have been apart of a variety of criminal organizations here and there, one of the most notable ones being Sasori-Za, Viltrum. . ."
A sudden voice of hesitance soon followed, I mean, everything that he has been apart of seemed to have SOME sort of controversy against the Black market. . Oh well, better pray that it doesn't bite him in the arse later.
Highest Level of Education:
Eyes glared at the radio, a comical chuckle escaping the lips of his - I guess he probably shouldn't have yapped about all that before.
"I already said this - I currently am in possession of a Masters degree in Psychology."
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
ANISOMETROPIA "My other eye still works, I'm not some blind old man." | Throughout his numerous years in the city, many close-encounters with different criminals, stun-grenades thrown by the NYPD, and the large fire that consumed the flames of his soul began to deteriorate the eye that his mask allowed to be exposed to the world (As shown in the beginning image), leading to a marginal decrease in the vision of said eye. Because of this, he was often seen using contacts that were too thick for any sort of fashion style, we talkin' some actual nerd stuff. |
CHARRED LEFT ARM ". . Don't ask 'bout it, just keep it pushin'." | When the male had turned sixteen, the apartment complex that he had lived in began to be consumed by a large conflagration, instilled by the associates of a long-time enemy. Said associate, however, prevented the Uemara from exiting the building in time without damage, resulting in a life or death scenario on the third floor of a building. With his minds resilience and capabilities, he was able to eventually force the enemy to succumb to the flames, however, not without sacrifice - As he left the building, the teeth of the flames sank into his body, enveloping his left-side for the remainder of time. This, in turn, led to the hospital determining his left arm unusable, and was nearly going to be amputated before, by some miracle, they discovered that it was still (relatively) functional. |
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Very little is known about this individuals family, hell - he didn't even know any of them himself. . The only things that the man even knows would be the male that fostered him when he was left shrouded for the grips of the world: Akinori Uemara. Because of the male's decision to adopt Kosei, he was legally documented as being apart of the Uemara Family.
Basic family tree of the Uemara family and its people.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
thanks noss69 for the auction skin i love it
REGULAR APPERANCE - THE KOSEI UEMARA.
"With a sophisticated fashion choice and well-adjusted appearance, Kōsei bears tall, glaring at the hands of the world that chose to grip and pull. A visage owned from no other than the Uemara himself contained two hazy blue eyes, a nose that looked nearly flawless and lips that were usually. . Chapped. . YOU SOLD THE BAG KOSEI - Along with this, a vibrant, idiosyncratic blend of dirty black and brunette strands resided on the head of Uemara, often shielding his left eye from the gaze of the common world. A smile, radiating an enigmatic friendliness to all, was usually bore by the Uemara, an attempt to honor his guardian's wishes. Differentiating from all of the basic blah blah typical dream figure stuff however, grasps and claws of flames stained the previously pristine skin of the male, scars of such events littering throughout the surface of Kosei, trailing to his left arm and shoulder to create a conglomerate of what could only be described as a charred stick of beef jerky. On said arm and shoulder, an array of serpent-like shadows forced itself to emerge from the aftermath, leading to that described charred look, and due to severe burning of below the surface, a sharply decreased reaction to sensation. As for his overall figure however, ignoring the burns, he sported one comparable to the common Spartan warrior, relatively lean and bearing immense leg and core strength, unfortunately falling behind a bit when it came to the arms - How do you expect a man to only focus on arms when one of them can't really. . Well, gain muscle as quickly? His wrists would often be accompanied by an array of watches and light chains, each one emitting sharp hues of gold and silver. This all, unfortunately, did not matter, as when the vestige of his former self consumed the mind of the male, he turns into the real notorious blower, the dancer with the reaper, the myth known as. ."
WITH THE FACADE - THE DRAGON FAFNIR.
". . . Comparable to a phoenix ironically enough, his shadow emits the appearance of the awakening bird, bearing wings that instill violent, pernicious thoughts to whomever has the unfortunate burden of encountering such a figure, as the shadows themselves sported an eloquence that not even Kosei could rival. Often seen with a tattered jet-black cloak and military-grade vests n' stuff, the usual vibrancy and welcoming feeling that the male spotted as a regular person diminishing into nothing but a waning memory, instead replaced by a brutal, direct sharpness. Most importantly from all of this, however, would be the mask. Obviously, at times, he would utilize a ballistic face mask over it for protection, but always, and I mean 10/10 when bearing the identity of Fafnir, would he have a masquerade-style vizard equipped underneath or by itself, bejeweled with silver and amethyst that surrounded it all but a hollow left side. Nothing concealed his left eye, for he could not see out of it, and for that exact reason, he allowed it to envision the world freely without the restraints of the phoenix."
oh btw he sometimes has kuromi stickers on his fits, not because he wants them, but because some random kid at a gas station gave him a whole box filled with 100-pack kuromi stickers and he feels too bad not using them. He will actually crash out if you ask him about it and why he uses them so much.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
"Eloquent with his speech and perspicacious of his words, Kōsei Uemara was a man of the people, trained specifically by his father to maintain a sharp and keen forefront to allow for the foster of quick and reliable bonds. His thoughts and actions are cunning, constantly running rapid and aimless, leading to moments where, in hindsight, would be, to say the least, very easily avoidable. This one flaw resulted in the development of a comedic, more potent personality, facilitating for his ability to supply his close ones and allies with a sense of laughter, regardless of the situation - At the unfortunate expense of his equanimity (You can only take so many jokes about your big ahh forehead 'till you actually go insane 'bout it). Continuing on with this whole flaws thing, a big one that he developed throughout the early years of his life would be a lack of dependence on others, having a very selfish fighting style and mindset in combat to back that up. As for his maturity though. . Kōsei sports the mind of the average male just entering his college dormitory, a spark of youth still effervescent in his heart. All of these details lead to a conglomerate of Yin and Yang, good and bad, but which one was the predominant one in his life - Which made him comply to the standards of the world?
I mean for one, his morals aren't shallow like some Karakurian criminals, choosing to remain rather lenient when actually acting on severe punishments - But remember that word actually for me, 'kay? Kay. Due to the man that raised him, he chooses to bear a degree of respect for his oppositions, allowing them to recite their appeal to escape, or in some situations, appeal their reasons to continue breathing before committing the act (Edgelord pt.1); But here's the thing, remember when I said his thoughts were rapid and cunning? Well, unfortunately, when piled up with pressure and the natural human instinct to fight, it leads to the unfortunate development of conclusions that may not follow the truth, leading to an unfortunate, some consider manipulative, approach to many situations, possibly leading to small cracks in his eloquence. Overall, I guess you could say he's a person who favors comedy and family thanks to Akinori Uemara, but. . that's pretty much just everybody, so what really makes him different would be his. . Less than conventional approach to situations, blunt and sharp execution, harsh rubber-banding of emotions, andddddd to top it all off, he's also obsessed with Japan, how wonderful.
Moral of the story, emo edge lord, don't let him put on that stupid mask or else you get 4chan embodied in a human.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
TELL THEM THE TRUTH.
1.
". . Some peace of mind, in this lifetime."
Predating the existence of Kosei, a seventeen year old highschool student named "Sabrina" was busy pursuing her studies to become a medical student, specializing in general surgery. Shortly after her graduation, fingers began rapidly writing applications for top universities in New York state, being put on waitlists numerous times. As she was in the midst of the application processes, she ended up befriending some friends that were applying for similar colleges, all eventually being graced with the opportunity of attendance for one right on Nassau County. Throughout this time period, they took numerous classes for their specific interests, began building their portfolio, and start to engage in the whole college life thing. Shortly after two years, however, the girl along with that same group of friends found themselves at a popular club, dazzling lights and the allure of the music creating the perfect party mood. After these events, they decided to go home and begin chatting 'bout new plans to return, overtime leading to their building of connections with different females, males, and most importantly, a man named "Adam Cheval". This man, with his eloquence, was able to convince Sabrina to engage in a romantic relationship, forging the eventual pathway to the accidental conceiving of a child named "Kosei X*X*X*X*X*" < -- LAST NAME BLURRED. Consumed by the fear of raising the child at such a young age, Adam begged for Sabrina to get rid of the child, but it was to no avail, leading to his unfortunate absence from Kosei's life.
At Sabrina's young age of 19, cries echoed throughout the room as the man himself escaped her body, a birthmark residing directly on his heart soon after his first dive into the real world. Throughout the infant years of Kosei's life, his mother attempted to balance her studies whilst raising the kid, proving to be very taxing on her mental state, and thus, leading her to consider other ways to allow for the child to thrive. This pattern continued, until one day, when she was 23, she got accepted in a prestigious internship program, allowing her to build her portfolio and what-not, but most importantly, meet a man named Akinori Uemara. Whilst dashing the halls, Sabrina bumped into the man, quickly apologizing to him before sparking a conversation with the male. Through this, she was able to find out that he was one of the directors of this institute, and that he bore interest within the female and her studies - This marked a turning point in Sabrina's life: She was finally advancing in her dream position, her name was finally beginning to hold weight, but there was just one issue present, and that would be Kosei. This sole factor caused her to miss a ton of important meetings and debuts, hindering the progress that she would've snowballed at a rapid rate, and when asked, she simply lied to the one who spoke about it. This remained a constant, until nearing her birthday, when Akinori, the head himself, confronted her about it. Sabrina knew she couldn't have used deceit against the man, so.. She had to cave in and explain the whole story. Gazing at the female, Uemara fully looked upon her, a gaze of penetration striking through the visage of Sabrina's. His mouth opened, asking a daunting question:
"As it stands, your child proves to be storming a fiasco within the balance of your work-life. You are attempting to manage a command that I myself have struggled with. .
So please, for the sake of you and your life, allow me to aid your child in his proper development, and allow his blossoming."
A daunting decision was brought up to the female, morality conflicting with necessity. Her life would be alleviated of the stress of the child, which was now four years old, however, stripping the child away from his protector, his guardian when he already had built an association to her only furthered the moral divide. At the end of the day though, one question still ringed: Was it really good for the child to live in such an environment, where the only person he can depend on is largely busy and barely able to sustain themselves?
". . ."
Shortly after, the child Kosei bore the Uemara name permanently, now being under the authority of Akinori, and with that, providing Sabrina with the freedom she needed to live on and pursue her career. The director was able to gain hold of a vessel to project all of his intelligence and fact on, it was only up to the child to harness it. .
2.
"Secrets that I've held. ."
A man walked into the Uemara residence, alongside a couple of friends. You never really began to think about the pasts and the lore of your family - I mean, you only had three siblings that you've grown up with, no. .? Strolling past an old TV cabinet in the living room, a reel of curiosity seems to hook onto your mind, beginning to reel the game it caught closer and closer 'till eventually peaking at the direct storage. A hand reached out to grasp the latch, unlocking the cabinet as it began to unveil the ecosystem of dust bunnies, spider-webs, and, most odd of them all; Old, scratched-up DVD's. They were all assorted with different blurred names, each having the name "Kosei" and something added onto them. . Who was Kosei. . And why did Akinori know about them?
Curiosity swept his mind over, an old Xbox360 had it's dust cleaned off of it for the first time in years, being utilized as a DVD player to uncover all of these different DVD names. The man's fingers interlocked with the corners of the DVD, carefully inserting it within the proper area, and, after a bit of finesse, images began to find themselves present on the television screen.
"PROVISION OF A GREAT KNOWLEDGE, MEET THE NEW UEMARA. . KOSEI!"
JULY 19TH, 2003
A man of young stature would appear close to the camera, a wide grin tugging at the corners of his lips whilst the point of view shifted towards a toddler (Kosei), no older than five, sitting on a chair, completing a maze on the back of a cocoa-puffs cereal box.
"Isn't he so smart? I can already TELL that he's going to do great things."
Over-exaggeration much, Akinori?
". . . Poopy."
The child said, a diligent look present on those innocent doe-eyes.
"He may still have a long ways to go, but I do confidently believe that this man will one day become a pioneer of something influential to the world. ."
Kosei would walk over to Akinori, tugging at his leg as he presented the completed maze, it was drawn using a green crayon he had saved from a diner they went to after one of his dubbed "Stupidly long" work sessions.
"FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, PRAY YOU DON'T GET KIDNAPPED. .!"
SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2004
Present in the center of Brooklyn, the child known as Kosei could be seen bearing a Lion King backpack, bejeweled with an abundance of stickers placed ironically by his own father, sporting a spectacle of pure drip alongside it to really enhance that W look. At this time, a female was now introduced in the picture, a woman named Misaki. The two, Misaki and Akinori, had considerably heavy eye bags, sparks of light reflecting off of their irises indicating that they weren't indeed just walking zombies.
"It's your first day, little man, go and create those important bonds for your future business entrepreneurship!"
"Oh please Akinori, just let the kid hit legos or something against each other, Haha."
A subtle, yet charming wave was the response the child gave, soon running into the block that contained the elementary school. Right after, Akinori began to tear up, like any dad would seeing their child go to school and achieve a new milestone. This DVD was then continued with five seconds of every day of school leading up to his kindergarten graduation, in which a celebratory party was thrown for him, unfortunately excluding most of the Uemara's as they have either not yet known of the existence of Kosei, or have been too far away from the states.
The two then shortly left the child, allowing for a family friend to take care of them whilst they continued to pursue their own businesses and studies respectively in Japan.
The Family Friend's name was Lailah.
"AN UPGRADE!!! WE FINALLY GOT A BIGGER APARTMENT."
MARCH 18TH, 2007
8 years old
A well-furnished room, vastly different interior design, and much more space signaled the ownership of a new home for the two, an ecstatic look on the two's faces only proving that idea. A now developed child was seen running around with a star-wars battleship in hand, zooming around the room with an overly annoying imitation of the main cast, hosting his own little drama show.
"It only took us what, three, FOUR years?"
"Well I'm glad that we were able to do it, Akinori."
A ring that resided on Akinori's annulary finger was flashed for a brief moment, providing the viewer an idea of their current relationship, but in case it didn't; The two were now married! Congrats on them, just. . Less congrats on the whole balancing work and Kosei stuff. The rest of the DVD consisted of a montage of refurbishing the home, making friends with neighbors, and routing the entire complex with Kosei. Oddly enough, the stairs were in. . Less than great quality (foreshadowing. . Heh. .), so they didn't really get to record that environment, only the elevators were graphed unfortunately. [/SPOILER]
A pause was graphed between the DVD's, mostly consisting of funny moments within the journey of Akinori's life rather than Kosei's, such as business meetings, the actual marriage, backlash for business practices. . . . Don't worry about it too much right now, that's @daiizydayz's job to explain to you.
JULY 2ND, 2014
A teenage boy's room was now the background of this DVD, garmented with posters from numerous hip-hop and pop groups during the early 2000's and the present day, consisting of Nas, Outkast, a specific crash out man that we will not mention. . You get the gist. But anyways - You were now presented with an adolescent male, brunette hair cascading down shoulders along with an edge lord cosplay on. He began to record himself doing cringy voice-acting lines from his favorite shows, every so often being greeted by Lailah, which ended up taking the place of his parents whenever they had to go back to Japan.
After the recording of this, however, a long break of time was taken, eventually transitioning to DVD-072.
FEBRUARY 14TH, 2015
A sudden shift in atmosphere was noted whilst recording this, a blue hue reflecting off of his skin, constant noises of clicking and typing enveloping the atmosphere with office sounds. Turns out, his curiosity of his father and a quick google search led to the discovery of an incident predating his birth, an armed robbery taking place within the Tokyo prefecture, leading to the violent grudge against the business that Akinori was now leading, and therefore, the Uemara name. He thought that this didn't matter, I mean, they were across the planet, it was foolish to be concerned for them - Pettiness can only go so far until it becomes obsession, and no man will become obsessed over such a small detail of a mass plotline, no?
3.
"Updraft of a conflagration from the descended; Ragnarok on the name of Kosei."
Around 2016, Kosei and Lailah end up leaving their apartment, aiming to have an outing at a restaurant. Bearing the wealth of the Uemara name with his outfit choice, he really did seem like one of those gifted rich kids - But equipping such an opulent outfit as a teenager in New York? It didn't take long for the luminous stones to attract the vision of many, some paying compliments to the style, others scoffing at the snobby-ness that he represented, but, differentiating from the two, stood a small group of people, bats in hand, comparable to the criminal members within Karakura. Of course, I wouldn't be mentioning them if they didn't have any role, so they ended up approaching both Kosei and Lailah, doing their regular day-to-day mugging. A brash, dismissive voice, however, was delivered as response from the teen, causing the anger within the criminal group to heighten. One of the individuals would face-check Kosei, 17 year old up against a 24 year old, how fun. His lips remained poised for quite some time, scanning the adolescent for any weapons and such.
". . What's your name kid?"
"Kosei Uemara. Remember that."
Uemara, huh. . That name echoed in the head of the criminal, who then dissipated into the rest of his group. Murmurs sounded from the squad, glaring back and forth between the teen and themselves, pulling out their phones and typing away at them. Taking this window of time, Uemara grasped the hand of Lailah, dragging her along as they made a mad dash away, successful as the group of delinquents were too busy verifying his name and, if they did receive the news, on what to do with him. With this sudden reaction, the male grew wary of that small group of criminals- why did they switch up so quickly when hearing that Uemara name? It all didn't make sense to him, there was no way that it really did mean something, and if it did, what could he have done to create such foes in his life? He was a good kid, high honor roll and what-not in his classes, so why the hell was all of that happening. . ? It didn't make sense. . .
After witnessing these events, along with some strange mishaps throughout his daily life afterwards, he decided to text his friends when all of them were at school to see what their opinions were on the topic and what to do. Some of them were actually reasonable with it, demanding that he reported the incident to the police, stay at home and wait 'till your father could do something, blah blah blah. . However, four friends known as Brandon, Steven, Carlos, and Santiago told him that they would be willing to full-on confront them, fists n' everything. Rationally thinking, Uemara obviously rejected the idea, dismissing the whole situation as a one-off thing, and maybe they were more concerned of his rich-appearing status than anything. Once he left the school though, that same criminal group approached him once more, this time with a less friendly, nefarious aura enveloping their figures. The five friends, glaring at them, directly challenged their gaze and appearance with one of comparable scintillating sharpness, defying their "Words" without speaking "Words". Unfortunately, this, along with the desire to, for some reason, harm Kosei for whatever reason, led to a full-on escalated conflict, marking the first ever time that the Uemara was engaging in combat. With both sides using fists, each one of the kids displayed some sort of specialized style of fighting, whether it be to aid with another's fight, tank hits, you get the idea.
The way that Kosei fought, however, was selfish, filled with only the desire to win regardless of the costs, leading him to discard his friends in return for sheer damage against one that was off-guard, and to attempt to instill fear. A resplendent voice whispered in his ear, followed by the condescending words of a mysterious figure. All that it said was "I thank you for employing Fafnir, Kosei.". It made him think he was schizoid, but, shortly after, the fight ended, leaving them all bruised and battered - Besides Kosei Uemara himself, not because of skill, but because of that same selfishness that overwhelmed him.
This moment led to the development of "FAFNIR", and the identity that followed with it, the one that, in the present day, he wished to burn and destroy.
Continued strife between the two parties led to the development of scaling weaponry, ranging from baseball bats, to straight-up weapons of medieval war - I'm talking battleaxes, javelins, you name it. Many of these battles resulted in the continued injury of both parties, such as stab wounds, blunt trauma, and in rare cases, organ failure. One of the most notable of these skirmishes, however, was one in which Kosei utilized a Ballistic Mask for the first time, something that one of his friends back in Karakura lent to him for. . Protection? (he was obvi a thug lawl..). When confronting the syndicate, the five teenagers began to swing without question, however, this proved to be. . Rather foolish, as they were able to quickly gain the upper-hand within the conflict. With blows exchanged by both parties, one of the criminals directly dashed towards Kosei, destroying the left-eye of the ballistic face mask. Fragments of the plastic were lodged in his eye, impairing his vision heavily as he attempted to flee with the rest of his crew. With a couple more impacts, they were able to narrowly dash away, all of them sustaining some sort of blunt force trauma. They soon went to the hospital, in which Akinori, Kosei's father, was called. He wasted no time answering the phone, and the conversation was abrupt, but the doctor's eyes spoke all that the teen needed to know about what was going to happen to him.
After being notified of the events, Akinori quickly booked a flight to New York, and, hearing this, Kosei began to panic for his LIFE. How the hell was he to explain to his father that he somehow managed to get ballistic mask shards lodged within his eye, blunt force impacts throughout his body, AND on top of that just. . Straight up blood on his hands to him? This led to the confrontational speech that the father gave to Kosei, demanding that he halted his engagement with these criminals and that he began to seek other ways of preventing such attacks, such as police intervention. A fear enveloped the teenager, a heart beat producing sharp thuds three times a second. The daunting realization of what he had really done throughout these couple of weeks settled in for himself, creating for, the first time, the realization of what his identity and mind has made him do: It managed to separate himself into two different machines, one intended for regular human interaction, and one for selfish rule, comparable to the mythological beast Fafnir.
NOVEMBER 14TH, 2016.
A calm day it was, indeed. Lailah, along with Kosei and his friends, were present in the apartment living room, racing against each other in Mario Kart whilst they were skipping classes - Lailah didn't care though, she was only a handful of years older than the children and, therefore, understood. The female looked at the kids, and the time, and realized that it was approaching dinner, however, she didn't necessarily want to cook for five teenage boys, so she told them that a pizza was coming to the apartment complex shortly. The males cheered, and through the commotion, Santiago was able to beat all of them in the race. They continued to play for 15 minutes, when, abruptly ruining their intense competition, they were met with a power outage. It seemed ill-timed and obscure, no other building was experiencing an issue with the power, so what was the difference with this one? Brandon went to investigate the issue, whilst the other four began to find ways to get a generator running. Only a couple of minutes had past before the male sprinted back in the apartment room, informing all of them that there was a fire. Obviously, the group decided to collect whatever they could and GET THE HELL OUTTA THEIR?!?! Rushing footsteps resonated throughout the entire building, the fire whispering the tails of countless deaths to their ears as it grew more of it's teeth to pounce, and within the rise of the conflagration, led to the collapse of the poor-conditioned stairs (remember that one DVD? Yeah, it comes in to play). Realizing this, three of the five males were able to quickly board an elevator, which was a heavily risky move, but, by some miracle, worked, so that only left two people: Kosei and Steven. As they tried to board the second elevator down, it collapsed onto itself, faltering to the shaft and being reduced to nothing but food for the demon that was consuming the building. Seeing that there was another elevator, the two had to sit there and wait, in the middle of the fire, to get down. Steven, however, was NOT about to put up with this B.S, so he decided to make a mad dash for the broken stairs and sustain the damage to his feet rather than risk his life, leading to a narrow escape by him with. . Less than an optimal outcome - His foot was twisted, and his left ankle ended up receiving a nasty second-degree burn in his dash for escape.
Now it was only the Uemara that remained in the apartment, and as the elevator went up the shaft, a dark, shadowy figure was present: It was the person who initially confronted Uemara all those weeks ago, the man that initially asked for the name of his - it was the criminal known as "CONFLAGRATION" to many.
A stifling fear shrouded Uemara as his gaze fell upon him - Why did now, out of all times, did he have to appear? His fight or flight instinct was abruptly brought to a shortcoming as flames began to encroach on the surrounding floor, enveloping the battlefield in an icy, cruel wall preventing any means of escape.
"Why do you choose to pursue such torment on others, may I ask?"
A pause lingered in "CONFLAGRATION"s words, the crackling of the ignition speaking his words for him.
". . Why are you here."
A finger lifted, shrouded by a loose, tarnished robe. The index finger pointed towards the flames, a pocket-sized lighter soon unveiling itself to Kosei. Putting two and two together, it was concluded that he, indeed, started the ignition that consumed the place that he called home, the place that his father had worked so hard to purchase and nurtured to greatness.
". . ."
No more words were exchanged between the two, in this scenario, nobody would be left alive. The only thing that the male could decide, the only reaction that he could have to such a sudden, but ill-timed finale, would be to strike "CONFLAGRATION" with the hatred he imbued, from the generations that dared to challenge the authority of his name, from the ones that dared to engage against him, and from the world, in which decided to throw these events all upon him, strip him from his mother, force him to live astray from the path he was destined to be in, all because of a "Mistake". The strike connected, immediately causing recoil to the both as another was immediately flown into the air, a fist full of fire striking his left arm, consuming the cloth surrounding it to eventually take hostage on his skin. The flames that previously spectated began to grasp the bodies of the two whilst they fought, coating every single impact with an extreme sensation of heat. The two began to burn, figuratively and literally, a great fire forcing itself upon the combat, until, within an instant, a flame-coated fist struck directly at his eye, the left eye that had, at first, been "Destroyed". A sharp sense of pain and blindness emitted from it, soon providing catharsis for the male's mind, in which, in a final form of retaliation, tackled him into the fire, flames quickly consuming "CONFLAGRATION" as quickly as they shrouded upon Kosei. With no real options left, the teen dashed towards a window, looking at the daunting jump ahead of him, and with that, plummeted from the fifth floor straight onto a bush. The pizza man, funnily enough, arrived just when he landed on the bush, and a quick dial of emergency services was requested, soon arriving at the scene with an array of firefighter and police vehicles. At the hospital, they fully documented the injuries sustained by Kosei Uemara, that being:
A third-degree burn to the left arm and shoulder, burning beyond the skin and into the nerves
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A severe reduction of the protective film of the eye, requiring immediate surgery and care
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Two broken feet, each littered with burn scars
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A serpent-like blackness that shrouded the male's left arm with the burn, being a noticeably different pattern than the rest of the scarred tissue.
That same serpent was 'FAFNIR', taking hostage of the vessel he claimed, and for the first time, leading to the succumbing of a human soul, permanently scarring Kosei.
With no other options, Uemara eventually came to the conclusion to abandon New York, and, as a result of this decision, hje found himself booking a flight to the Japanese Archipelago. When he had arrived, a small boat had soon called the name of Kosei, bringing him to Tsubasa, a town located on the Karakura Island. Due to his close proximity to the main town, Karakura, he was able to re-unite with his adoptive parents, in toe with other family members. Within his time in the island, he began to forge connections with the many citizens that choose to inhabit the towns, storing the past he held in his heart, protected from the abnormalities of the outside world. With this, a daunting realization was made by the male: He now resided in one of the major criminal hotspots in Japan, made apparent by numerous fights between gangs vying for territory and power. Alternating between Tsubasa and Karakura as an attempt to find refuge and safety, Uemara managed to cough up a solution - A solution that would for sure solidify his safety in this town. The issue with this solution, was not of its complexity, nor difficulty, but the morality of it. What Kosei had to do. .
Was become the man that he himself fought against, the man that caused torment to the teenage years of his life, the man that he hated; A man of criminality.
Swallowing his pride, a call was made to a mysterious hotline, requesting the basic equipment required for regular criminal activity. For the next couple of years, the man would endure different identities, masking his appearance to anybody other than the relationships that he had forged beforehand. During this time, he would engage in different criminal organizations, enhancing his competitive skills and diplomatic words to a degree that no man should ever encroach on for any regular means. One of the most notable things that rang in his head was the thought of being associated with the regime that controlled it all, the puppeteers of the criminal infestation; The KBM. It was often dismissed in his mind, seemingly unnecessary and going too deep into a hole he himself didn't want to be entangled in to begin with. This opinion changed, as when beginning to interact with it's associates, Kosei began to develop an interest in the offers and benefits that the organization provided. Various factors, such as fighting alongside its bounty hunters, becoming an associate himself to the ones who distribute the weaponry, and the lucrative profit offered to the participants seemed to only spike the curiosity of the poor Uemara. When Kosei had finished his 25th year of living, he decided to, albeit reluctantly, give them a ring.
And with the maximum eloquence he could offer, he clicked a button on the radio, and something answered.
END OF KOSEI UEMARA'S BACKSTORY.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
"This is in no way reflective of ANY events, this is purely for demonstrational purposes and meant to provide example for this question."
"A REQUEST FOR REMOVAL - THE CALL FOR A PREDATOR OF THE SEA."
Having recently escaped a combat situation, "FAFNIR" grasped one of his burner phones, sorting through his array of bracelets before eventually pressing one against the phone's lock screen, unlocking the device and allowing him to open IKIGAI. When in the anonymous service, the male requested to meet a man that bore the name "TENSION". The man whom he desired service from was an associate of the Bounty Hunting organization ran directly by the KBM, intended for the operation and execution of coordinated attacks, intelligence gathering, and defending. Scheduling an appointment at the entrance of NEXUS, the two began to prepare their outfits and for Uemara, his small speech to propose to the bounty hunter. After shuffling through some pages, he developed a well-constructed proposal, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he screenshotted them and copied them onto his phone's notes app. When the time had come for the two to meet, "TENSION" seemed to have already been waiting their, a sleek, yet terrifying module of a Ballistic Mask resting on his face. Bearing a masquerade mask, "FAFNIR" stepped forward, sitting down adjacently to the male. The small talk that two individuals usually shared was completely burned to the ground, diminished from the conversation, and with a harsh abruptness, the Black Market Dealer known as "FAFNIR" would speak.
"It seems that there is a resilience within the distribution of my weaponry. Two individuals, both residing in the same criminal organization, have been seen numerous times tampering with my precious valuables and goods, stunting the effectiveness of my delicate business. . .
. . . I request that, with your hands and advanced skills, you eliminate such foe, and dispose of the issue that presents itself to my order."
Sliding a post-it to "TENSION", the male's eyes widened, witnessing a bountiful sum of yen written in bold color on the paper.
". . And do not fear, your efforts will be rewarded with an indulgence."
A pause ensued between the two parties, Shark Meyer, also known as "TENSION", gazed throughout the room, contemplating the request that has been daunted on him. With a slight hesitance, his hand reached out to grasp the post-it note, fiddling it around his hands. The risk that the operation imposed was to be taken seriously: Having to actively hunt and confront two individuals that openly and willingly engage against the Black Market displays a confidence that is above many criminals in the island, however, with the accumulated beatings of his past, along with the barrages of emotional scars that have been delivered to his mind, have led to the development of a Shark Meyer that he himself believed was worthy of taking on such a daunting request. So with that, a nod was given to the Uemara, a daring smile glistening in the dark room as a hand extended, soon being grasped by the Black Market Dealer.
"I swear, with the full capabilities of my body, I will execute the task that you have bequeathed upon me with upmost secrecy and swiftness, and with these hands I promise to no longer allow these rodents to pester your execution no longer."
The endearing smile on Kosei's face only grew larger, a soft chuckle escaping those keen lips of his. His hands planted themselves on the ground, lifting his body up in to the air as he left for a minute or two, requesting that the Bounty Hunter stayed in place. After returning, he now had a tray of small, bite-sized donuts and two medium sized coffee's. He slid one over to the Bounty Hunter, and began to talk:
"You seem rather brave, who am I to thank for accepting such mission?"
A hesitance overcame Shark Meyer.
"Call me the Apex Predator, and I give my upmost welcome to you, FAFNIR."
The two began to chat about their experiences in criminality for a short while, sharing some experiences in common before being halted by a timer; It was now time that Kosei Uemara had open, and with that, he assisted bringing Shark Meyer up from the ground as well, taking a last swig of his coffee before patting his shoulder.
"It is now time that you hunt for these snarky beings that dare challenge me, I wish you the best of luck in your operations."
Once again, a nod was delivered, enrapturing the Black Market Dealer's mind.
"To you as well."
The footsteps of two individuals sounded from the exit of Nexus, and with that, the masquerade was veiled by a Ballistic mask and a tethered cloak, scars of a burn littered throughout it, marking the equipping of his complete Black Market façade.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Kosei's character is largely associated with other factions within the server, allowing for a network of devices to be utilized for roleplay reasons and motive to be built much easier. This, along with other bonds that Kosei has created, have accumulated in the building of a character that I believe perfectly sums up the essence of the Black Market. I don't want to go on bragging 'bout it all, but I do genuinely believe that this is an important detail to note when considering the possible expansion of roleplay.
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Built with balance in mind, Kosei Uemara is largely a male meant for sophisticated roleplay, something that I believe perfectly fits the essence of the Black Market faction. When I created this character, I didn't want to abide by the standards of the SRP GangRP character, which may lead to some unbalanced fights and I sincerely apologize for that if it becomes an issue. Other than that, I don't have much else to say to the readers of this application other than. .
LET YOUR FIRE BURN.
And of course, thank you for dedicating your time to reading my application.
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