Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN:
Gwaynes - Only account
Describe your activity on the server:
I've been active on SRP nearly every day, if not at least every other day, for nearly two years now. Previously I took a 2 year break from around 2021-2023. However, aside that I've had no major inactivities (Not inclusive of my time away because of the military.) That aside, I maintain a presence online for multiple hours a day due to my activity within shops like Seikatsu and Tsuki no Umi, and my other ICLY jobs.
I typically wake up around 7am-12pm and these answers may be repetitive as I've got lots of free time
IGN:
Gwaynes - Only account
Describe your activity on the server:
I've been active on SRP nearly every day, if not at least every other day, for nearly two years now. Previously I took a 2 year break from around 2021-2023. However, aside that I've had no major inactivities (Not inclusive of my time away because of the military.) That aside, I maintain a presence online for multiple hours a day due to my activity within shops like Seikatsu and Tsuki no Umi, and my other ICLY jobs.
I typically wake up around 7am-12pm and these answers may be repetitive as I've got lots of free time
| MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNSDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY | SUNDAY |
| My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | My availability is typically from 8AM-1AM(next day) for the time being as I've got nothing until my college semester begins in the fall/winter. | Sunday's I go to church from 8-10AM. Except this It's the same as every other day. |
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
My Discord is: Gwaynesh
I own a microphone and don't mind being social/utilizing it.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I'm from the U.S.A.
My timezone is as follows, CST (Central Standard Time)
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
This will, unfortunately, be nearly repetitive from my BMDA application, which I was told I could apply to both.
My reason for applying to the role of a Black Market Dealer is simple, sadly. . . I deeply and thoroughly enjoy the workload and demand. It sounds Insane, but I can assure you it's true. If this needs verification, just ask the owner of Seikatsu ZackTimeKiller. I spend most of my days bored, either working out, reading, playing games, and maybe building the occasional Gundam kit/Playing DND. So, in good faith, I do what I can to occupy the time by being social, meaning working constantly in SRP. Once more,e similarly to my BMDA application, it's my way of networking and making more friends as becoming a BMD/A is a sure way to be given opportunities to socialize and engage
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Unlike, however, this is a slightly more impactful role than a BMDA. So I'd like to expand.
BMDs have a much more important role and say in CrimeRP-related things. Whether it be overseeing Crime businesses, settling situations, answering questions, being updated and kept in on the rules and changes, BMDs have a lot on their shoulders. These are things that I would like to bear on my shoulders out of respect and kindness to the current BMDs, staff, and players. As mentioned before, I'm indebted to these people, as without them, I wouldn't have been able to laugh with the friends I've made or gotten the places I have. It is these people that I want to look out for and work for. The thing about BMDs that many people fail to understand is that their influence has power in more than just a reputable or monetary (ICLY) way. I want nothing more than to help answer questions in the Help channel of the Crime discord, assist players, interact, laugh, and roleplay.
I apologize if what I've said is either too blunt or too short.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
What defines me as a candidate is my desire to be of assistance. Unlike some, my reasoning for applying is to help people. Not in some hero complex way, but a genuine desire to help, to give meaning to the things I do and say. I won't go into a long tangent about that, as that's what the previous question was for. But I emphasize that among all other things. As for what makes me unique. I'm a rather humorous person, not to say other applicants lack this trait, but instead to usher in the fact that it means I offer a minor moral boost. Regardless of how stressful the situation may be on me or others, I'm there to provide support, a crucial thing in a team setting. However, that doesn't mean I will laugh off situations that require a serious disposition. My approach towards things is always multilayered and flexible. I can and will be mature and responsible in any situation, yet similarly polite and kind. I don't care for personal gains as I gain from being in an environment where my actions have value. Even if it's merely virtual.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I've had many opportunities in my life to exhibit teamwork and learn it.
Archery Captain.
In high school, I was the captain of the competitive Archery team. I oversaw the trainings and teachings of my team, as any captain would. Though, admittedly, my co-captain was a much better teacher than I. Regardless of the fact, I spent a good 4 years of my life in a team environment, nearly every day in fact. It allowed me to value the trust you build as a group because without that, teamwork is difficult. It was thanks to that, actually, that I won multiple medals, not to brag but to point out the benefit of a team setting. It means bettering yourself and others alongside peers.
Part-time tutor/teacher.
For a time, I worked as a tutor and coach of sorts. Granted, it was for younger age groups (Or home-schooled kids) outside of grade school. This DRAINED me. It was difficult keeping such young and energetic kids in line, I didn't have the heart to get onto them, so I'd take the blame for the silly mistakes they made. Which my co-workers always laughed at. But working in such a place allowed me to experience the effects of what your words can do in a team setting. Many would say that as a mentor figure, you're supposed to be "above" whoever you're teaching. However, I understood that it's best to see eye to eye and work together with such people as a team. Understanding those around you means empathizing with them in more than just an emotional aspect. Every step is important.
Brief Military experience.
As I've mentioned here and in prior applications, I was (briefly) in the military. As many would expect and assume, my entire time training and working under it was built on teamwork. We were always responsible for our actions as a collective rather than as individuals, meaning anything positive we did reflected on us positively, and anything negative was reflected in like. When one of us made a mistake, all of us did. Though my rank was not very high, only an E3/E4, I was still put in positions where I was responsible for the outcomes of things and the management of those under me. My time there has solidified that team playing means team accountability. Holding others and yourself accountable.
SRP experiences.
I won't ever stop mentioning and praising my time within SRP factions, businesses, and gangs. Seikatsu alone has been influential. But I won't make this an advertisement as I've already overstepped into rambling.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
This is a loaded question. Joking of course.
| My ultimate suggestion is a bit of a hot topic, that being that I'd like the suggestions from the playerbase to be recognized at least in any minute way more. It's the player base that makes a server what it is, not the staff. Which is something I've come to understand about those who blame staff for nearly everything. I understand there are many things that they must simply deal with due to multiple factors such as the EULA changing. If they weren't obedient to the EULA, the server might not exist, and we as players wouldn't even get the opportunity to whine about it. | Once more, a tricky subject, the rules. This isn't about them being updated or altered; that's something that can be stressful and overwhelming for the faction's leaders. But in lieu, the understanding of new players. I'd like to find a way to make the rules more digestible for those unacquainted. Such as: Creating a video "Introduction to the Crime Faction." I'm unaware of whether something like this exists, so apologies if it's redundant. But many people get confused and frustrated reading the rules. So a video might be better in order for them to hear, visualize, and experience the rules "second hand." |
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
I'm versed and experienced in all the above.
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?
Fully aware with this and comfortable as I've already consented to similar with Bounty Hunting.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Loud and clear.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
I understand the impact something like that can have and how important it is from a logistical standpoint to maintain the secrecy of potential changes/additions and events. If I or anyone were to reveal such things, then it would cause more issues and potential arguments, harassment, grievances.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
Gwayne Aiuchi
Criminal Alias:
Seijuku - Fight Club
PROVOKE - Mirage
Benkei - Bounty hunting and potentially BMD (if accepted)
The male waved his hands mystically through the air, a mock hypnotic state. His only pale blue eye, sparkling with a youthful glare, founded by the experience behind it. To those concerned, his motivations were apparent. Though he'd clear the air soon. . .
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
"About me? Wow I feel almost honored someone would show such uh. . . stalkerish interest in me!"
A smile flickered across his face, maybe he meant that endearingly. . ? His simple dark maroon dress shirt, buttoned to the collarbone, folded as he leaned forward. Fingers intertwined his elbows rested against the table. . .
"Well. . ." a start "I'm a bright and upstanding 22. Not much else to be said there. . Though the occupation list might just overwhelm you--"
He paused before continuing, the 'might' prior being drawn out of his lungs.
"I work at Seikatsu as a senior employee and Bartender, A multi-man at Tsuki no Umi, A model for both Hoshino Productions and Thrift Shop. A designer at the ladder. An idol at the former. Atop these things, I spend a great deal of my time practicing and selling my calligraphed kanji works online for people to use as decorative pieces. Granted, that's all the legal stuff." Feeling it was better he didn't mention his obsession with Fight Club or his introduction to Bounty Hunting.
Gender & Marital Status:
"You're seriously gouging me for information."
His left hand was raised to show off the ring. After a moment of thought, a laugh escaped him. Reeling back in his chair to giggle at the ironic question about his gender.
"It's confused a lot, but I am in fact, Male. Believe that or not."
It would've been almost dismissible if he didn't decide to introduce a dramatic hair flip at the end for his own entertainment.
Ethnicity & Race:
As his hair fell to the side from the prior flair, an otherwise polite smile remained.
"I'm mostly Finnish on my father's side. But partly Korean and Japanese on my mother's side. A reaaaal fun combo, huh?"
Known Languages:
"Well. . . Obviously, I know Finnish and Japanese. But I've studied and am fluent in JSL, and am in the process of learning Korean. . . To feel closer to my mother. ."
For the first time during this interview, an off-putting and painfully saddened aura eluded him. Was this a touchy subject for him? Was he coping with a grievance?
Former Associations/Occupations:
Again, his hands rose, this time in mock surrender.
"Alright alright guilty as charged. . . Yeah. I'm a fight club fighter and Bounty hunter whoopty doo."
Despite his sarcastic return, it was clear he was proud of his affiliations. His voice picked up again. . .
"But you asked about former affiliations. Well, I've been in a couple of gangs, none of which are worth noting unfortunately. At least none that I would be recognized from. I worked at Yeobo. . . Like. . . once?"
Highest Level of Education:
"Masters."
Simple and sweet.
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
His mouth was momentarily covered by a hand as he held in a laugh, his free hand pointing at the clear missing organ on his face. The ornate black eyepatch cascaded down his head and covering his left eye beneath his crimson hair.
"Sides' that I'm fit as a fiddle and mentally tough as a uh. . whatever saying fits I guess."
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
"My two closest brothers would be Ren Aiuchi and Volya Aiuchi-Stark."
The feelings towards each sibling were apparent in his eye as he spoke, disappointment for Ren, admiration, and love for Volya.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
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Upon a glance, anyone could see his brilliant red hair. Either kept or unkept depending on the day and how long he'd worked in the past 24 hours. . . ever the mule he was. His fit body matched many in the great town of Karakura, although he wasn't particularly beefy. Rather, lean and comfortable. Never seen outside in anything aside from his formal clothes, or on the rare occasion, a comedic outfit of his choice that befit the current trends in his interests. It was like he wanted to remain inconspicuous, yet at the same time, call attention to himself. A walking statement that contradicted itself constantly. The outlandish tattoos darting his arms and back, the dyed and bled hair, the loud and outgoing personality, but then the formality of his fashion, the efficiency of his arsenal of items.
Looking at his face, the calling card sat flat on the "table." A neat black cloth wrapping his head and left eye, with the kanji for his family atop it. . . or was it something else? You could almost see the faded scars beside it, bear claws by the looks of it. But, his eye wasn't taken by any animal. . That much was inferred from the placement of the scars. His eye an absent light blue, almost grey, that could stare intensely at a wall and crack it. If he so desired. The only remaining things of notice being the crooked and scared fingers decorating his right hand. . .
He looked up with an inquisitive look.
"Is something the matter?"
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Gwayne, as advertised.
Ever the selfless man for those he loved and treasured, he'd sacrifice his very existence if it meant another might see the light of day and smile again at God's beautiful creations. He was a deeply disturbed yet loving man, what he lacked in timing, he made up for with wisdom taught to him by his life's many experiences. Many have found him annoying, but endeeringly so. He was both a younger brother and an older brother, esq figure. Approached by just anyone for wisdom, he might send them off. Or, he'd allow the opportunity to nurture one of those lost enough to seek him out. He was always thankful, regardless of what he said, he was thankful and humbled to be where he was in the present. Yet something loomed behind every kind action and pressured his every criminal act. Unresolved childhood grievances.
In and out of the criminal world he's always been polite. One day, when asked for entry to the turf he was protecting by an unknown, he had simply asked them, "Please, leave. I don't want to spend any energy harming someone unless necessary." And to his surprise, the unknown complied, thanking him for his kindness and politeness. Despite these niceties however, he was a demon when the moments presented themselves. It was like something out of a movie, possessing the good man many knew and controlling his body to commit things he'd regret. He wasn't mentally ill, no. He was simply someone who valued the craft of every job he was tasked with. Someone who understood that both life and death were natural. Someone who was in tune with the balance of things.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Gwayne Aiuchi came into this world in a small, remote Finnish town on the 31st of January, during a period when snow seemed to fall eternally and the silence can only be broken by a heartbeat. His father Arvo and mother Gyeong worked as farmers. Their lives were not easy, yet they managed to carve out a loving childhood for Gwayne without a ton of resources. Japan and South Korea merge into one through his mother's line, which added color to this otherwise monochrome world. Gwayne’s formative years were accompanied with lifeless winters that were soothed only by her soothing voice. Gwayne’s father was a man of few words but radiated unyielding strength. Gwayne had a little sister who worshiped the ground he walked on and whom he adored deeply. As he grew older, the calm of the farmland life gradually started to feel claustrophobic. There was always a dull ache in his chest, a longing for something more, something bigger, something unusual. Planes gliding through the sky feeling beggarly for a truly worldly experience pulled him out of this village driven by desperate aspirations and dreams beyond the horizon. He took a flight to Japan under the impression that he could secure employment which would help him send money home and improve his living standards. As he stepped out onto the streets of Tokyo, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. The unfamiliar city felt like it was moving at a thousand miles an hour, completely indifferent to him and his current state. What little fragments of language he knew, he had no connections to use them with. The little money he had saved up was blosed to shops and eccentric places. At best he had a roof over his head in Internet cafés, under train bridges and in dark, dilapidated alleys that held the faintest rays of dim light. Sooner or later, he began to associate himself with people who were equally immersed in his kind of desperation. They started giving him small mula jobs. Even though it started small with simple deliveries, it began to get progressively more demanding. Gwayne was about sixteen when he was thrust into perilous chores by a gang that deemed him to be expendable. He got into fights day after day with no idea what the root cause was. Somewhere in those scuffles, he lost an eye and gained a mutilating scar that cuts across his face forming a bear claw. To this day he continues to struggle with the poorly healed fractures that his hands have endured. Despite this, his resilience doesn’t seem to tarnish, he’s out of luck if he expects any form a mercy. He evolved into something far more frigid and tough than the boy who once dreamed under the snowy skies in order to survive. He built a life for himself amidst the wreckage, getting a job as a bartender in Seikatsu and later Tsuki no Umi. There, his quiet presence was heightened by his calming demeanor. He worked with people, gave them an ear to listen, and allowed them to pour their hearts out. He rarely gave advice, and when he did, his words were far more expressive than his silence. Opportunities opened up in ways he did not expect from behind the bar. He was surprised at the proposals he got. A thrift shop owner asked him to model for a small campaign which surprised him. Because of his tall frame and striking red hair, he was quickly remembered by many. Soon he started modeling, and eventually designing his own pieces. Hoshino Productions noticed him and gave him a chance to become an idol. And so, he stepped into the spotlight, sang songs written for him, and smiled for the cameras where people knew him by a fake name. Offstage, he was a bounty hunter, looking for people who did not want to be found. He fought in underground clubs too, using his fists to speak the grief and endless pain he never spoke of. Every bruise explained something that hardly made sense in his life. To Gwayne, feeling something meaningful in a world that felt empty most times was more important than wealth or recognition. Still, there was one thing untouched by the noise. Every night, no matter how late it was or how tired he felt, Gwayne would sit in silence with a brush in hand. He practiced calligraphy slowly and meticulously. Breathing, each character seemed to pull him closer to a version of himself he had forgotten. Sometimes he wrote his mother’s name, sometimes his sister’s. He never kept the papers; he always burned them, watching the ash rise like specters in the dark. When Gwayne turned twenty, he attempted to search. Someone helped him track down the old address in Finland. His parents were still there, still farming, still together. He sat with the knowledge for hours, then closed the folder, never to look at it again. He couldn’t bring himself to call. What would he say? That he had become a stranger? That he had left a child but returned a man with mortal scars and a criminal past? Instead, he sent money. Unmarked envelopes without a return address. He didn’t need to be known. He did it to honor the life he chose to turn his back on. In Karakura, his walks are captivating enough to catch and even hold people's attention. Children gawk. Strangers murmur. Some even walk to the other side of the road. But Gwayne keeps walking. He no longer seeks a goal or tries to escape remorse, He moves with a sense of relaxation. His state fulfills the body’s most fundamental needs. It is as though he were seeking solace. Even now, after all those years, he still yearns for a love that he never received.
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)
An evening with a reflection.
Gwayne sat cross-legged on the tatami mat. His arms posed against his knees in formal, traditional support. Across from him sat the leader of the group he was tasked to have dealings with. Finally. . . something he excelled at.
"It's an honor, though I know you wouldn't expect a bow from one in a position like mine."
Gwayne offered, bowing his head in respect to the patriarch before him.
He wasn't surprised when he looked up and saw the man before him wave his hand through the air to dismiss it, offering a bow in response that Gwayne himself halted.
"I understand the importance of dealings such as this so I will do everything in my power to maintain a mutually beneficial outlook, and hopefully reach said edict."
He cleared his throat, straightening his tie as he progressed into his businessman-like performance.
"You've previously expressed interest and desire to align yourself with the BMDs. On record saying that you're aware of the weight such a thing carries with it. I won't quiz you as that's not my job. However."
His head angled down a degree, his crimson hair cascading across his mask. Though typically not a fan of hiding his identity, he knew the stakes of having it revealed so soon.
"What is it that you can offer us that we could not simply seek out from another organization, yakuza, or gang."
As the clock ticked, flying through the time as he'd soon begin to regard the man before him as a cooperator, explained his group. A traditional style yakuza, nothing out of the ordinary, and thankfully something Gwayne was familiar with. He allowed the man to prattle on and on, were he to interrupt it would be seen as disrespectful to the man. Or even shine a bad light on the reputation of the black market. Not that it was a lovely thing. But it was something he was always aware of and careful of.
Despite everything, all he knew was if he were to take this man's offer, he'd gain an ally and a beneficial relationship that he could utilize for the betterment of himself and those he garners respect from. Yet, if he denied it. He knew it would mean conflict. Conflict in which he was both in vote of and against. It could benefit the Black market if it went their way, but there's no guarantee. Were something or someone to slip, they'd lose the hard-earned establishments they've had.
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)
He, like I the creator, have a shared workethic and approach to things. It keeps things clean and interesting.
THANK YOU. For your attention, consideration, and time.
Full Legal Name:
Gwayne Aiuchi
Criminal Alias:
Seijuku - Fight Club
PROVOKE - Mirage
Benkei - Bounty hunting and potentially BMD (if accepted)
The male waved his hands mystically through the air, a mock hypnotic state. His only pale blue eye, sparkling with a youthful glare, founded by the experience behind it. To those concerned, his motivations were apparent. Though he'd clear the air soon. . .
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
"About me? Wow I feel almost honored someone would show such uh. . . stalkerish interest in me!"
A smile flickered across his face, maybe he meant that endearingly. . ? His simple dark maroon dress shirt, buttoned to the collarbone, folded as he leaned forward. Fingers intertwined his elbows rested against the table. . .
"Well. . ." a start "I'm a bright and upstanding 22. Not much else to be said there. . Though the occupation list might just overwhelm you--"
He paused before continuing, the 'might' prior being drawn out of his lungs.
"I work at Seikatsu as a senior employee and Bartender, A multi-man at Tsuki no Umi, A model for both Hoshino Productions and Thrift Shop. A designer at the ladder. An idol at the former. Atop these things, I spend a great deal of my time practicing and selling my calligraphed kanji works online for people to use as decorative pieces. Granted, that's all the legal stuff." Feeling it was better he didn't mention his obsession with Fight Club or his introduction to Bounty Hunting.
Gender & Marital Status:
"You're seriously gouging me for information."
His left hand was raised to show off the ring. After a moment of thought, a laugh escaped him. Reeling back in his chair to giggle at the ironic question about his gender.
"It's confused a lot, but I am in fact, Male. Believe that or not."
It would've been almost dismissible if he didn't decide to introduce a dramatic hair flip at the end for his own entertainment.
Ethnicity & Race:
As his hair fell to the side from the prior flair, an otherwise polite smile remained.
"I'm mostly Finnish on my father's side. But partly Korean and Japanese on my mother's side. A reaaaal fun combo, huh?"
Known Languages:
"Well. . . Obviously, I know Finnish and Japanese. But I've studied and am fluent in JSL, and am in the process of learning Korean. . . To feel closer to my mother. ."
For the first time during this interview, an off-putting and painfully saddened aura eluded him. Was this a touchy subject for him? Was he coping with a grievance?
Former Associations/Occupations:
Again, his hands rose, this time in mock surrender.
"Alright alright guilty as charged. . . Yeah. I'm a fight club fighter and Bounty hunter whoopty doo."
Despite his sarcastic return, it was clear he was proud of his affiliations. His voice picked up again. . .
"But you asked about former affiliations. Well, I've been in a couple of gangs, none of which are worth noting unfortunately. At least none that I would be recognized from. I worked at Yeobo. . . Like. . . once?"
Highest Level of Education:
"Masters."
Simple and sweet.
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
His mouth was momentarily covered by a hand as he held in a laugh, his free hand pointing at the clear missing organ on his face. The ornate black eyepatch cascaded down his head and covering his left eye beneath his crimson hair.
"Sides' that I'm fit as a fiddle and mentally tough as a uh. . whatever saying fits I guess."
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
"My two closest brothers would be Ren Aiuchi and Volya Aiuchi-Stark."
The feelings towards each sibling were apparent in his eye as he spoke, disappointment for Ren, admiration, and love for Volya.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
NameMC link
Upon a glance, anyone could see his brilliant red hair. Either kept or unkept depending on the day and how long he'd worked in the past 24 hours. . . ever the mule he was. His fit body matched many in the great town of Karakura, although he wasn't particularly beefy. Rather, lean and comfortable. Never seen outside in anything aside from his formal clothes, or on the rare occasion, a comedic outfit of his choice that befit the current trends in his interests. It was like he wanted to remain inconspicuous, yet at the same time, call attention to himself. A walking statement that contradicted itself constantly. The outlandish tattoos darting his arms and back, the dyed and bled hair, the loud and outgoing personality, but then the formality of his fashion, the efficiency of his arsenal of items.
Looking at his face, the calling card sat flat on the "table." A neat black cloth wrapping his head and left eye, with the kanji for his family atop it. . . or was it something else? You could almost see the faded scars beside it, bear claws by the looks of it. But, his eye wasn't taken by any animal. . That much was inferred from the placement of the scars. His eye an absent light blue, almost grey, that could stare intensely at a wall and crack it. If he so desired. The only remaining things of notice being the crooked and scared fingers decorating his right hand. . .
He looked up with an inquisitive look.
"Is something the matter?"
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Gwayne, as advertised.
Ever the selfless man for those he loved and treasured, he'd sacrifice his very existence if it meant another might see the light of day and smile again at God's beautiful creations. He was a deeply disturbed yet loving man, what he lacked in timing, he made up for with wisdom taught to him by his life's many experiences. Many have found him annoying, but endeeringly so. He was both a younger brother and an older brother, esq figure. Approached by just anyone for wisdom, he might send them off. Or, he'd allow the opportunity to nurture one of those lost enough to seek him out. He was always thankful, regardless of what he said, he was thankful and humbled to be where he was in the present. Yet something loomed behind every kind action and pressured his every criminal act. Unresolved childhood grievances.
In and out of the criminal world he's always been polite. One day, when asked for entry to the turf he was protecting by an unknown, he had simply asked them, "Please, leave. I don't want to spend any energy harming someone unless necessary." And to his surprise, the unknown complied, thanking him for his kindness and politeness. Despite these niceties however, he was a demon when the moments presented themselves. It was like something out of a movie, possessing the good man many knew and controlling his body to commit things he'd regret. He wasn't mentally ill, no. He was simply someone who valued the craft of every job he was tasked with. Someone who understood that both life and death were natural. Someone who was in tune with the balance of things.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Gwayne Aiuchi came into this world in a small, remote Finnish town on the 31st of January, during a period when snow seemed to fall eternally and the silence can only be broken by a heartbeat. His father Arvo and mother Gyeong worked as farmers. Their lives were not easy, yet they managed to carve out a loving childhood for Gwayne without a ton of resources. Japan and South Korea merge into one through his mother's line, which added color to this otherwise monochrome world. Gwayne’s formative years were accompanied with lifeless winters that were soothed only by her soothing voice. Gwayne’s father was a man of few words but radiated unyielding strength. Gwayne had a little sister who worshiped the ground he walked on and whom he adored deeply. As he grew older, the calm of the farmland life gradually started to feel claustrophobic. There was always a dull ache in his chest, a longing for something more, something bigger, something unusual. Planes gliding through the sky feeling beggarly for a truly worldly experience pulled him out of this village driven by desperate aspirations and dreams beyond the horizon. He took a flight to Japan under the impression that he could secure employment which would help him send money home and improve his living standards. As he stepped out onto the streets of Tokyo, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. The unfamiliar city felt like it was moving at a thousand miles an hour, completely indifferent to him and his current state. What little fragments of language he knew, he had no connections to use them with. The little money he had saved up was blosed to shops and eccentric places. At best he had a roof over his head in Internet cafés, under train bridges and in dark, dilapidated alleys that held the faintest rays of dim light. Sooner or later, he began to associate himself with people who were equally immersed in his kind of desperation. They started giving him small mula jobs. Even though it started small with simple deliveries, it began to get progressively more demanding. Gwayne was about sixteen when he was thrust into perilous chores by a gang that deemed him to be expendable. He got into fights day after day with no idea what the root cause was. Somewhere in those scuffles, he lost an eye and gained a mutilating scar that cuts across his face forming a bear claw. To this day he continues to struggle with the poorly healed fractures that his hands have endured. Despite this, his resilience doesn’t seem to tarnish, he’s out of luck if he expects any form a mercy. He evolved into something far more frigid and tough than the boy who once dreamed under the snowy skies in order to survive. He built a life for himself amidst the wreckage, getting a job as a bartender in Seikatsu and later Tsuki no Umi. There, his quiet presence was heightened by his calming demeanor. He worked with people, gave them an ear to listen, and allowed them to pour their hearts out. He rarely gave advice, and when he did, his words were far more expressive than his silence. Opportunities opened up in ways he did not expect from behind the bar. He was surprised at the proposals he got. A thrift shop owner asked him to model for a small campaign which surprised him. Because of his tall frame and striking red hair, he was quickly remembered by many. Soon he started modeling, and eventually designing his own pieces. Hoshino Productions noticed him and gave him a chance to become an idol. And so, he stepped into the spotlight, sang songs written for him, and smiled for the cameras where people knew him by a fake name. Offstage, he was a bounty hunter, looking for people who did not want to be found. He fought in underground clubs too, using his fists to speak the grief and endless pain he never spoke of. Every bruise explained something that hardly made sense in his life. To Gwayne, feeling something meaningful in a world that felt empty most times was more important than wealth or recognition. Still, there was one thing untouched by the noise. Every night, no matter how late it was or how tired he felt, Gwayne would sit in silence with a brush in hand. He practiced calligraphy slowly and meticulously. Breathing, each character seemed to pull him closer to a version of himself he had forgotten. Sometimes he wrote his mother’s name, sometimes his sister’s. He never kept the papers; he always burned them, watching the ash rise like specters in the dark. When Gwayne turned twenty, he attempted to search. Someone helped him track down the old address in Finland. His parents were still there, still farming, still together. He sat with the knowledge for hours, then closed the folder, never to look at it again. He couldn’t bring himself to call. What would he say? That he had become a stranger? That he had left a child but returned a man with mortal scars and a criminal past? Instead, he sent money. Unmarked envelopes without a return address. He didn’t need to be known. He did it to honor the life he chose to turn his back on. In Karakura, his walks are captivating enough to catch and even hold people's attention. Children gawk. Strangers murmur. Some even walk to the other side of the road. But Gwayne keeps walking. He no longer seeks a goal or tries to escape remorse, He moves with a sense of relaxation. His state fulfills the body’s most fundamental needs. It is as though he were seeking solace. Even now, after all those years, he still yearns for a love that he never received.
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)
An evening with a reflection.
Gwayne sat cross-legged on the tatami mat. His arms posed against his knees in formal, traditional support. Across from him sat the leader of the group he was tasked to have dealings with. Finally. . . something he excelled at.
"It's an honor, though I know you wouldn't expect a bow from one in a position like mine."
Gwayne offered, bowing his head in respect to the patriarch before him.
He wasn't surprised when he looked up and saw the man before him wave his hand through the air to dismiss it, offering a bow in response that Gwayne himself halted.
"I understand the importance of dealings such as this so I will do everything in my power to maintain a mutually beneficial outlook, and hopefully reach said edict."
He cleared his throat, straightening his tie as he progressed into his businessman-like performance.
"You've previously expressed interest and desire to align yourself with the BMDs. On record saying that you're aware of the weight such a thing carries with it. I won't quiz you as that's not my job. However."
His head angled down a degree, his crimson hair cascading across his mask. Though typically not a fan of hiding his identity, he knew the stakes of having it revealed so soon.
"What is it that you can offer us that we could not simply seek out from another organization, yakuza, or gang."
As the clock ticked, flying through the time as he'd soon begin to regard the man before him as a cooperator, explained his group. A traditional style yakuza, nothing out of the ordinary, and thankfully something Gwayne was familiar with. He allowed the man to prattle on and on, were he to interrupt it would be seen as disrespectful to the man. Or even shine a bad light on the reputation of the black market. Not that it was a lovely thing. But it was something he was always aware of and careful of.
Despite everything, all he knew was if he were to take this man's offer, he'd gain an ally and a beneficial relationship that he could utilize for the betterment of himself and those he garners respect from. Yet, if he denied it. He knew it would mean conflict. Conflict in which he was both in vote of and against. It could benefit the Black market if it went their way, but there's no guarantee. Were something or someone to slip, they'd lose the hard-earned establishments they've had.
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)
He, like I the creator, have a shared workethic and approach to things. It keeps things clean and interesting.
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