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ilystargazer
[Adult] Zaire Takada
[Col-Basketball] Arson Weston
[Grade-10] Leylani Keloha
[Grade-11] Twinuzis Amiri
[Col-Basketball] Arson Weston
[Grade-10] Leylani Keloha
[Grade-11] Twinuzis Amiri
[Grade-12] Sinu Han
Describe your activity on the server:

I’m a very active and dedicated member of the School Roleplay community. I currently run a gang, but I would gladly step down from that position if it meant being able to take on a greater role and give back more to the community. I’m also a part of the Spartan Males Basketball team, which allows me to focus more on my character’s personality and development through roleplay instead of just chasing permissions.
My characters often works with player run shops as well, helping me earn money through in-character jobs and stay connected with other players. I enjoy that part of roleplay because it adds realism and helps build community interaction.
Now, I want to be honest about my past. I’ve made mistakes while being involved with the crime side of the server. There were times when I acted in ways that could be seen as toxic, rude, or just not respectful. I’ve even been banned once for FailRP after making throwaway characters. I’m not going to make excuses for any of that. What I will say is that I’ve learned from it, and I’ve been working hard to improve and become someone who can set a better example for others.
If you look through a lot of gang UVG acceptances, you’ll see my name come up often in the speeches that players like to do upon acceptance. This is a result of my passion to always try and help other players behind the scenes, even if I wasn’t always the friendliest on the surface. The truth is, I care deeply about this community, especially the crime faction. It was the first faction I ever joined, and it still feels like home to me.
I could talk more about how I’ve changed and grown, but I believe it’s better to show that through my actions. I’m not perfect, but I’m committed to doing better and continuing to grow not just for myself, but for everyone in this community.
I work in real life, so my work schedule changes. But I still find time to be active and show up often.I do currently work outside of the game and in real life, Which means I have a work schduele although it is not Set meaning my work schdule does change I still do manage and maintain to be there and very active during this time.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY | SUNDAY |
Any time after 9PM EST | Any time after 9PM EST | Any time after 9PM EST | Any time after 9PM EST | Any time after 9PM EST | Any time after 9PM EST | Anytime After 3PM EST |
(The main reason it's past 9PM is thats when my job closes and im usually on the night shift.)
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
I do have a working microphone, and my current and only Discord user is ilystarrgazer.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I live in The United States of America, and my time zone is Eastern Standard Time.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
My motivation for becoming a Black Market Dealer comes from wanting to bring more to the table when it comes to crime roleplay. I’ve always believed that the inactivity or slow movement in the crime scene isn’t a staff issue, it’s a player issue. It’s up to us, as players, to keep things alive and push new ideas. That being said, I do think Staff could try a bit more to guide players, keep them motivated, and help them find their place in crime roleplay. But at the end of the day, it’s still in our hands.
While I was a Verified Gang Leader, I had the chance to work closely with some really great Black Market Dealers, people like Simplez, Cap7, Nylu, Fredtastic, and lobstergod. I also got help from players like 6Pancake, although they weren’t BMD’s at the time, they still played a big part in helping push my gang forward. Seeing how these people supported not just me but the growth of roleplay as a whole showed me that a BMD isn’t just someone who makes money or runs events. They’re someone who can help others build their stories, grow their characters, and even mature in their approach to criminal roleplay.
What draws me most to the BMD role is being able to support the community behind the scenes. Whether it’s something small like running a fight club, hosting street races, or putting out a bounty, there’s always something to learn and new ways to create roleplay. I want to be part of the planning, the effort, and the creativity it takes to make things happen. And I want to take what I learn from that and use it to help others do more with their own roleplay.
In short, I’m passionate about crime roleplay, and I want to be someone who helps move it forward not just for myself, but for everyone involved. I think becoming a BMD would give me the chance to do that on a bigger scale.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but on my journey from running an unverified gang to reaching verified status, I’ve already worked closely with a lot of Black Market Dealers to make that dream happen. I think that shows just how determined I’ve been not just for myself, but for the sake of improving gang roleplay and pushing crime roleplay to be something better, more active, and more creative. I’ve always been eager to help people around me grow, and I’ve tried to lead by example. That process wasn’t easy, but it showed that with consistency and teamwork, it’s possible to build something solid.
On top of that, I’ve been part of the crime faction since 2022, and I’ve never really stepped away. I’ve stayed active, watching everything from up close and learning from the brilliant players who’ve run events and created moments that stuck with the community. Being around that kind of energy and creativity helped shape how I approach roleplay myself. It also pushed me to stay on top of the current rules, server changes, and any updates that dropped because I’ve always taken pride in keeping my roleplay clean and not cutting corners. I’ve made it a priority to understand how things work, not just for myself, but so I don’t put others at risk of fail roleplay either.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
When it comes to working with a team, I’ve had a lot of experience. The first thing I want to bring up is being a part of the Spartan Males Basketball Team. Through that, I learned a lot about Playing to Lose and how important detailed actions are when it comes to adding drama and energy into roleplay. It’s not just about who wins or loses it’s about making sure the roleplay is fun and meaningful for everyone involved. Being on that team taught me how to support others, take a loss with pride, and still keep the roleplay interesting.
The second example I want to talk about is my time working in two school roleplay shops. One of them is Yona-Yona, where I work with a really great team. They’ve taught me so much about having fun while also being serious when it comes to team-based roleplay. At Yona-Yona, I play characters that are either bright and energetic or shallow and kind of dim. The fun part is that I never do it alone, I always have someone to bounce off of. That’s what makes it special. I get to mix my ideas with other players and bring out unique interactions between our characters. It feels more like a performance than just another shift.
The third and probably most demanding team experience I’ve had was leading my gang. Managing over 35 people is not easy, especially when some have rough reputations or bad attitudes. But I always tried to give people a chance, even when others wouldn’t. And honestly, that whole experience was some of the most fun I’ve ever had on the server. I planned and hosted my own events without staff support, and I even ran one of the largest criminal events in SchoolRP history. We had over 50 people show up, and we had to switch things up on the spot just to keep it running smoothly. It was chaos, but the good kind. It reminded me that big things don’t happen alone. You need a team to make something great, and I wouldn’t have gotten half as far without the people who supported me.
I’ve had the pleasure of working with amazing people. Nookski, for example, helped me plan an entire war event for my gang. I made my edits and put my ideas into the mix, and together we built something fun for both sides. Then there was NoZinth and Cap7, who I worked with for my Verified Gang Event. We tossed around ideas to make sure it wasn’t just another quiet event but something that the whole server could enjoy. I also had the chance to work with lobstergod and 6Pancake in Crime Clinic, where we pulled off what I think was the first gang contract that wasn’t tied to a fight club, but don’t quote me on that! Still, it was a big step for me and something I’m proud of.
All these experiences showed me how valuable teamwork really is. Whether it’s for fun, for learning, or for pushing the server’s roleplay forward, nothing great happens without people backing you up and building with you.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
I’ve always said this, and I’m pretty sure I mentioned it earlier too, but when it comes to the crime faction, it’s all about opportunity. That’s really the core of it. It’s not about waiting for something to happen, it’s about taking what’s already there and making something out of it. I’ve seen too many players sit back and wait for big moments, thinking that a staff member has to make it happen for them. But the truth is, most of the best moments in roleplay come from the players themselves, not from planned events or scripted scenes. The players are the ones who drive the faction forward, and I’ve always believed that.
During my time leading a gang, I had an experience that really showed me just how powerful player driven roleplay can be. My character was falsely arrested, and once I got bailed out, a Black Market Dealer who isn’t around anymore got in contact with me in character. He had heard what happened and came up with a whole plan for revenge. The plan? To kidnap the officer who arrested me and humiliate him in front of a large crowd. The entire setup didn’t need any special staff involvement, no map edits, and no fancy tools. It was just two players working together to turn a moment of unfairness into something bigger, crazier, and way more impactful. That moment stuck with me. It showed me that you don’t have to wait for permission to make good roleplay you just have to take the opportunity when it shows up. I also took the time to go back and look at all the Fight Club openings, and looking at it, we had the second biggest opening, ranking in at seventy one players attending.
That’s exactly what I want to bring to other players if I become a Black Market Dealer. I want to be the kind of BMD that helps other people realize their ideas have value and that their stories can become something real. There are so many players out there who have great concepts, but they don’t know how to bring them to life or think they need a green light from someone higher up. (cough cough as long as permissions are valid) I want to be the one who says, “No, you’ve got this. Let’s figure it out together.” I want to help people understand that the doors are already open. All they need is someone to remind them they’re allowed to walk through.
I also want to help push forward some of the smaller or quieter parts of the Black Market and crime factions. One example that comes to mind is the Racing subfaction. I’ve heard a lot of people say it can’t be revived or that it’s not going anywhere, but I don’t fully agree. I think there’s still potential there. Maybe it doesn’t work the same way it used to, and maybe it needs some changes, but I believe we can build something around it that still gives players that same rush. And if it really doesn’t work out? Then I’d love to help come up with something new, a fresh idea that still brings the same level of excitement to the crime faction. If I can pitch something to the higher-ups and see it come to life, that alone would be a huge win.
There’s so much untapped potential in the crime faction, and I’m not someone who just wants to talk about it, I want to act on it. I want to help people see that they have the power to shape their own stories and create something memorable. I’ve been lucky enough to have those kinds of experiences myself. Now it’s my turn to help give that same opportunity to others. I want to support, guide, and build with people, just like others once did for me.
Lethal Injection Shot, Street Gang Exclusive Item (ILLEGAL)
PRICE: ¥250,000
RANGE: 1 blocks
K.O. (HOW MANY HITS?): Unable to K.O
MUGGABLE (Y/N): No
For gang roleplay, I have an idea for a new item: a lethal injection shot. This wouldn’t be something just anyone could get it would be a high-level item only available through the Crime Clinic.
Here’s how it works: First, you have to subdue your target. Once you’ve got them under control, you contact a Crime Clinician. From there, you bring your target down to the Clinic, where the clinician will charge you 250,000 Yen to handle the job.
Now, there’s another option. You could hire a bounty hunter to track and eliminate your target for 200,000 Yen. But going through the Crime Clinic costs more for a reason.
That extra 50,000 Yen? It covers the morgue work. That means the clinician handles the body for you, getting rid of the evidence and keeping your hands clean. With fewer people asking questions, there’s less chance of the heat falling back on you.
This keeps things organized and high stakes and makes sure only serious gang members have access to it.


Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am familiar with the School Roleplay Server's rules, weapon profiles, and combat permissions, as well as the Crime Server's regulations and permissions.
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?
Yes, I understand that the Black Market will have permanent kill permissions on my character. Being a Black Market Dealer that leaves the job would put a risk to everyone else they've worked with during the period of information they've gained in the faction.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, I am very aware, and I understand.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I understand that sharing information about the faction could ruin the integrity and take the fun out of the surprise of the server.
Full Legal Name:
“My Name?”
The male would seem sort of annoyed not being recalled by the shadowy figure interviewing him.
“Zaire Takada, you should already know this. We are already very well acquainted.”
Criminal Alias:
The male would get quite ****y before leaning back and letting his mindset on himself run freely.
“Zerø, symbolizes both anonymity and the potential for anyone to become Zerø, as it represents nothingness or a blank slate. The choice of the name Zero also reflects my willingness to sacrifice my personal life and feelings for a greater cause, reducing my personal existence to zero.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
Takada would roll his eyes before sort of laughing at his question,
“I’m like a seventeen time felon? I'm thirty-six years old. I can't get a job, so if anything, my occupation is being a stay at home father of three.”
Gender & Marital Status:
Takada would laugh, perplexed as to why his marital status would matter in a job like this.
"Why does something like this matter? But, if you had to know, I'm a man who is engaged to my fiancé, and I have three children, as I previously stated.”
Ethnicity & Race:
Once the male heard the question, he began to speak his natural language,
“Soy Hispano y Afroamericano, hablo español con fluidez.”
Takada would laugh once more before speaking Japanese again.
“Yeah, I’m Black and Hispanic. I originally grew up with my mother in Tijuana, back in Mexico. Although I moved down here for a chance to meet my father and have a better chance at life,”
Takada would scoff before balling a fist and cupping his hand.
“So much for that shit, huh?”
Known Languages:
Takada would scratch his head before speaking again.
"So many damn questions,”
Takada would sigh before he began to think.
“Uh, I can speak Spanish, like you heard before, and I can speak Korean due to my sister and my wife teaching me a few words and phrases to get me around.”
Former Associations/Occupations:
Takada would once more look slightly insulted by this question.
“Once again you ask this question like you don’t know that we’ve met before. Well, I guess that depends on who you really are under that mask. Shit, I met you all when I was like nineteen to like twenty two. I'm quite older now, so who knows might not be the same older bastards that I know, but the only occupation that I had was runnin’ a crew named Black Dragons. We robbed a safe under the news station to open up that criminal safe haven for you called Nexus.”
Zaire would tap his foot on the ground, remembering the time he was asked by the Black Market to bring in a well known crate stealer.
"I've also done multiple jobs for Fight Club, like bringing in that one bastard that was stealing your crates, and that guy was no easy job, he broke three of my guys legs. Ultimately we brought him down to fight club, where we then eliminated him on the spot."
"When I was a bit younger, before I became a gang leader, I was one of the first security guards hired by the Crime Clinic as well. Never got much because back then your prices were a little..."
Takada would pause before letting one word escape.
"Pricey."
Highest Level of Education:
Takada would say confidently,
“I made it all the way to my bachelor’s degree before I dropped out. I felt like I could’ve spent my time better on the street.”
Takada felt quite impressed with making it up to College Status.
Zaire would laugh before speaking again.
"Could you believe that I was majoring in nursing? Now that's definitely something to laugh about!"
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Takada would lift his shirt up to show many scars and stab wounds.
“Doing this shit for many years led to my body being brutalized, but I tend to keep myself up well. And although not tested, I do believe I have a slight form of post traumatic stress disorder due to people breaking down my house doors and cops falsely detaining me because of my name.”
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
“I have a son and two daughters, along with a little niece.”
Takada would think more about his family, but most of them are long gone by now, but one name crossed his mind,
“I have my brother in law, Deno Von Moltke. Shit, that’s about it. Most people that would be here are either dead or have left town. Oh, shit, I almost forgot my fiancé, but other than that, it's all about me and my children now."
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Zaire Takada was a striking man, handsome in a rugged way. He wasn’t too young, but not old either, and he kept his skin in good condition. His hair, dyed black with streaks of red, had become his signature look. Zaire stood around six feet tall with a strong, athletic build. His body told a story, his hands were covered in old blisters from swinging baseball bats and gripping all kinds of weapons over the years. Scars ran across his chest, arms, and legs, signs of past fights and close calls. Even with all the damage, his muscles stayed toned and ready, always prepared for the next threat.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Zaire’s presence was sharp and cold, like the edge of a blade, yet there was a strange heat that came alive in him whenever adrenaline surged when excitement or action called his name. His stare was unshakable and serious, his eyes always alert and sharp with purpose. He was a man molded by challenges, a force shaped through fire and conflict. Many had tried to belittle him in the past, attempting to strip away his pride or question his masculinity, but Zaire never allowed it. He stood firm, resilient, and proud, no matter how many battles he had to endure. His strength wasn’t just physical it was something deeper, rooted in willpower and discipline.
Takada, once known for a short temper and fierce anger, had grown wiser with time. Now a father of three hardheaded children, he had learned to channel his rage into patience, guiding those around him instead of lashing out. That maturity gave him a sense of balance within himself that he respected.
As a leader, Zaire was passionate, driven by something more than just reputation he had purpose. He led a tight group of fearless individuals who ruled the streets of Karakura with calculated force and loyalty. He wasn’t just another street leader, he was a symbol of control. However, one thing Zaire never tolerated well was being told what to do. Authority and control were things he preferred to wield, not submit to. Still, that defiance only added to his legend, he was a man who made his own path and refused to be tamed.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Zaire Takada lived in Tijuana, Mexico, with his little brothers Isiah Takada and Aoteru Takada. Growing up in Mexico was rough, especially in their town because of the high poverty rate. So when Akane Takada got a letter from their father asking the boys to come live with him, she had a hard choice to make, let her children go from her love or give them a better chance at life. Akane thought about it and, in the end, let them go. The goodbye to their mother and the place they called home was sad, but they were also excited to meet their father and start a new life.
After landing in Karakura, the boys were given an address to meet their father. The location was Apartment Complex H, on the third floor. Zaire and his two brothers took the elevator up. They were excited to meet their dad. They took a deep breath before walking in, only to see a group of other boys sitting around, about twelve in total. After a few updates from the boys, they learned their father, Tamaki Takada, had been imprisoned for gang affiliation and was awaiting trial. The truth hit hard. The Takada brothers, now stuck in a small apartment with barely any money, put their cash together to pay rent and later got enrolled in high school in Karakura.
The boys went to school until they were sixteen and seventeen. Over time, they realized they didn’t fit in well with the other teens in Karakura. People avoided them, and they started feeling left out. But when Zaire turned eighteen, things began to change. On a walk home from the right side of Zen Garden, he passed the power plant and got stopped by a group of men in black clothes and face masks. They demanded five thousand yen from him until they got a good look at his face. They started whispering and realized he was the son of their ex-gang leader, Tamaki Takada.
The men quickly changed their tone and gave him a rundown of who his father was and the life he lived in Karakura. They told stories about the money and danger in that lifestyle. Zaire listened with wide eyes. That night, he stayed up and made a plan to bring back his father’s old gang, Rokuhara Tandai.
At first, his brothers didn’t want to be criminals. But they changed their minds when they realized they had no other choice. The gang was formed and ran smoothly for a while until they got arrested for trying to attack the mayor and putting the town hall on lockdown. After getting bailed out, they stayed low for a while until it was time to start things up again.
After landing in Karakura, the boys were given an address to meet their father. The location was Apartment Complex H, on the third floor. Zaire and his two brothers took the elevator up. They were excited to meet their dad. They took a deep breath before walking in, only to see a group of other boys sitting around, about twelve in total. After a few updates from the boys, they learned their father, Tamaki Takada, had been imprisoned for gang affiliation and was awaiting trial. The truth hit hard. The Takada brothers, now stuck in a small apartment with barely any money, put their cash together to pay rent and later got enrolled in high school in Karakura.
The boys went to school until they were sixteen and seventeen. Over time, they realized they didn’t fit in well with the other teens in Karakura. People avoided them, and they started feeling left out. But when Zaire turned eighteen, things began to change. On a walk home from the right side of Zen Garden, he passed the power plant and got stopped by a group of men in black clothes and face masks. They demanded five thousand yen from him until they got a good look at his face. They started whispering and realized he was the son of their ex-gang leader, Tamaki Takada.
The men quickly changed their tone and gave him a rundown of who his father was and the life he lived in Karakura. They told stories about the money and danger in that lifestyle. Zaire listened with wide eyes. That night, he stayed up and made a plan to bring back his father’s old gang, Rokuhara Tandai.
At first, his brothers didn’t want to be criminals. But they changed their minds when they realized they had no other choice. The gang was formed and ran smoothly for a while until they got arrested for trying to attack the mayor and putting the town hall on lockdown. After getting bailed out, they stayed low for a while until it was time to start things up again.
At the age of nineteen to twenty, Zaire went back to school, took his college exam, and started trying to get back into education. During this time, Zaire met a woman named Shiina Kyoshiro. He would go on to propose to her. Around the same time, his brothers were released from jail. Things started moving again, and they began working hard to build a new crew. After four tough months, the Black Dragons were officially back on the streets. The gang quickly gained popularity and became well-known in Karakura.
This attention led to a gang war with a group called Kyorin-Kai, which lasted through the month of December. In the end, the Black Dragons were the last ones standing, now sitting at the top of the criminal world. It didn’t take long for the Underside to hear about the Takadas and the Black Dragons. They were contacted directly on IKIGAI by name. Zaire took the chance to work with them and slowly pulled his men off the streets and into the underworld.
Zaire had been working with the Black Market for a while now, taking on missions and deals that were sent through IKIGAI. During that time, he got the chance to work closely with some of the Black Market Dealers. He picked up on how they talked, how they moved, and even what kind of things they were into.
One day, while trying to meet up with one of the dealers, Zaire was walking around near the power plant. That’s when a police officer showed up. Zaire didn’t try to run or fight he followed every command and stood against the wall just like he was told.
But even though he didn’t resist, the officer still tased him and threw him into a cell, charging him with resisting arrest. Zaire was left to sit there and rot for two whole months until someone finally bailed him out.
Word about what happened spread fast. One of the Black Dragons had heard what went down and reported it back to the dealer Zaire had been working with. Not long after Zaire was released, he got a call from an unknown number.
When he picked up, a voice on the other end gave him instructions and told him where to go. Zaire didn’t waste time. He followed the directions and ended up at a quiet, out of the way location. But when he got there, he was surprised.
Standing in front of him wasn’t who he expected. It was a smaller figure, someone who didn’t seem all that threatening at first glance. The person pulled off their mask, revealing a young woman with an eyepatch over her left eye.
She didn’t waste time. She told Zaire exactly what had happened with his arrest. She explained that it wasn’t just unfair, it was part of a bigger problem. According to her, the Karakura court system was too corrupt to care about the truth.
Zaire felt that familiar anger rising in his chest again, his hands clenching. But he took a breath and let her finish speaking.
The dealer then laid out a plan. It was bold, and it was personal. She told Zaire to wait until the officer was off duty, then pepper spray him and drag him blindfolded into Fight Club. The idea was to make him pay not with words, but with fists. He’d be beaten in the ring, where no badge could protect him.
Zaire didn’t even hesitate. A sharp, tenacious smile stretched across his face.
He was in.
This attention led to a gang war with a group called Kyorin-Kai, which lasted through the month of December. In the end, the Black Dragons were the last ones standing, now sitting at the top of the criminal world. It didn’t take long for the Underside to hear about the Takadas and the Black Dragons. They were contacted directly on IKIGAI by name. Zaire took the chance to work with them and slowly pulled his men off the streets and into the underworld.
Zaire had been working with the Black Market for a while now, taking on missions and deals that were sent through IKIGAI. During that time, he got the chance to work closely with some of the Black Market Dealers. He picked up on how they talked, how they moved, and even what kind of things they were into.
One day, while trying to meet up with one of the dealers, Zaire was walking around near the power plant. That’s when a police officer showed up. Zaire didn’t try to run or fight he followed every command and stood against the wall just like he was told.
But even though he didn’t resist, the officer still tased him and threw him into a cell, charging him with resisting arrest. Zaire was left to sit there and rot for two whole months until someone finally bailed him out.
Word about what happened spread fast. One of the Black Dragons had heard what went down and reported it back to the dealer Zaire had been working with. Not long after Zaire was released, he got a call from an unknown number.
When he picked up, a voice on the other end gave him instructions and told him where to go. Zaire didn’t waste time. He followed the directions and ended up at a quiet, out of the way location. But when he got there, he was surprised.
Standing in front of him wasn’t who he expected. It was a smaller figure, someone who didn’t seem all that threatening at first glance. The person pulled off their mask, revealing a young woman with an eyepatch over her left eye.
She didn’t waste time. She told Zaire exactly what had happened with his arrest. She explained that it wasn’t just unfair, it was part of a bigger problem. According to her, the Karakura court system was too corrupt to care about the truth.
Zaire felt that familiar anger rising in his chest again, his hands clenching. But he took a breath and let her finish speaking.
The dealer then laid out a plan. It was bold, and it was personal. She told Zaire to wait until the officer was off duty, then pepper spray him and drag him blindfolded into Fight Club. The idea was to make him pay not with words, but with fists. He’d be beaten in the ring, where no badge could protect him.
Zaire didn’t even hesitate. A sharp, tenacious smile stretched across his face.
He was in.
After a while of working with the Black Market dealers, Zaire was twenty-two. One day, while walking back to his house, he received an anonymous message on IKIGAI. The contact name read "QUANDISA." He started messaging back and forth with this person and found out they were an IKIGAI informant who had been watching Zaire and the Black Dragons. They spoke about a plan. QUANDISA had heard of a vault under the news station and needed a gang with enough grit to steal the money and use it to fund a safe haven for criminals. The distraction plan involved a prisoner named Akuma Santos, who was waiting for trial. QUANDISA wanted the gang to cause a disturbance with the prisoner to keep the police distracted while others stole the money from the vault.
The Nexus plan wasn’t something that could be thrown together overnight. It was risky, loud, and had to be pulled off perfectly. Zaire knew he had to come up with something smart something that would throw the police off long enough to break into the vault and get out clean.
After thinking it through, Zaire came up with a bold idea. He planned to crash a truck into the police cruiser that was transporting Akuma Santos. The impact would cause chaos, and during that moment, they’d strike. The team would jump out, assault the officers, and hold them hostage, forcing them to release Akuma.
The plan worked. They freed Akuma and made a run for it, slipping into the sewer system to get away. While Zaire’s Team and Akuma escaped through the tunnels, the extraction team was already deep inside the vault. They were drilling through heavy steel, working fast to grab as much money as they could before the cops could respond.
At the same time, two other Black Dragons were over at the power plant. They were pulling levers and messing with the controls until a loud BANG echoed across Karakura. They had overloaded one of the main pipelines, causing a street level explosion that sent panic through the city.
Zaire wasn’t done yet. With a few extra men to spare, he gave them forged documents and construction worker uniforms. Their job was to blend in and act like they were fixing the pipeline. In reality, they were there to cause more confusion, block off roads, and slow down any police trying to respond to the vault heist.
Thanks to the perfect timing and smooth execution, the mission was a success. Not only did they get the cash, but the Nexus finally opened, a major win for the Black Dragons.
That’s when Zaire got to meet QUANDISA in person for the very first time. Inside the Nexus office, the two sat down and talked business. They hashed out terms, laid down agreements, and made sure both sides were on the same page for what was coming next.
This was just the beginning, and Zaire knew it.
Zaire asked for the Black Market Dealer partnership but was declined. QUANDISA liked Zaire more on his own than working under someone else. Zaire agreed to take weapons and a small share of the money they stole. QUANDISA also gave the Black Dragons their own turf under the movie theater.
Everything was going well until the birth of Zaire’s twins, Zahiina and Zahmari. That day changed his life. As he held Zahiina in his arms and she grabbed his nose, he had a thought. He called a meeting and disbanded the Black Dragons. Zaire didn’t want to end up like his father, rotting in a cell. For what? Money? Power? Those things can be replaced. His children could not.
Eighteen years later, Zaire is now the father of three children: Zahiina, Zahmari, and Zariiana. But he realized he had no source of income. The money from the Vault robbery was running low, and because of his record, he couldn’t get a regular job. He knew he had to do something. He didn’t want to go back to the dangerous life he had before, but he also needed to provide. So, he made a choice to speak directly with the Black Market again.
The Nexus plan wasn’t something that could be thrown together overnight. It was risky, loud, and had to be pulled off perfectly. Zaire knew he had to come up with something smart something that would throw the police off long enough to break into the vault and get out clean.
After thinking it through, Zaire came up with a bold idea. He planned to crash a truck into the police cruiser that was transporting Akuma Santos. The impact would cause chaos, and during that moment, they’d strike. The team would jump out, assault the officers, and hold them hostage, forcing them to release Akuma.
The plan worked. They freed Akuma and made a run for it, slipping into the sewer system to get away. While Zaire’s Team and Akuma escaped through the tunnels, the extraction team was already deep inside the vault. They were drilling through heavy steel, working fast to grab as much money as they could before the cops could respond.
At the same time, two other Black Dragons were over at the power plant. They were pulling levers and messing with the controls until a loud BANG echoed across Karakura. They had overloaded one of the main pipelines, causing a street level explosion that sent panic through the city.
Zaire wasn’t done yet. With a few extra men to spare, he gave them forged documents and construction worker uniforms. Their job was to blend in and act like they were fixing the pipeline. In reality, they were there to cause more confusion, block off roads, and slow down any police trying to respond to the vault heist.
Thanks to the perfect timing and smooth execution, the mission was a success. Not only did they get the cash, but the Nexus finally opened, a major win for the Black Dragons.
That’s when Zaire got to meet QUANDISA in person for the very first time. Inside the Nexus office, the two sat down and talked business. They hashed out terms, laid down agreements, and made sure both sides were on the same page for what was coming next.
This was just the beginning, and Zaire knew it.
Zaire asked for the Black Market Dealer partnership but was declined. QUANDISA liked Zaire more on his own than working under someone else. Zaire agreed to take weapons and a small share of the money they stole. QUANDISA also gave the Black Dragons their own turf under the movie theater.
Everything was going well until the birth of Zaire’s twins, Zahiina and Zahmari. That day changed his life. As he held Zahiina in his arms and she grabbed his nose, he had a thought. He called a meeting and disbanded the Black Dragons. Zaire didn’t want to end up like his father, rotting in a cell. For what? Money? Power? Those things can be replaced. His children could not.
Eighteen years later, Zaire is now the father of three children: Zahiina, Zahmari, and Zariiana. But he realized he had no source of income. The money from the Vault robbery was running low, and because of his record, he couldn’t get a regular job. He knew he had to do something. He didn’t want to go back to the dangerous life he had before, but he also needed to provide. So, he made a choice to speak directly with the Black Market again.
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)
Zahmari is Zaire’s eldest and only son. He entrusted everything to him following becoming a Black Market Dealer, his goals, ambition, and even his legacy of being a formidable gang leader. Zaire had nothing but pride for his son. Pride for not just who he currently was, but for the person he could soon be. From a young age, Zaire put his all into training his son and forming him into a solid individual. Street smarts, strategy, loyalty, and level-headedness were all things he enforced onto Zahmari.
So, when Zahmari was finally old enough, Zaire welcomed his son among his current gang's ranks. However, he wouldn't be receiving any nepo baby bullshit. Just like he had himself, Zaire made Zahmari start from scratch, climbing his way up the ranks within the criminal underworld. This wasn't hard for Zaire’s young disciple, though. He was his son after all, and Zaire expected nothing less.
That's why when Zaire finally decided to give it up and step down from his throne, he passed down the crown to his son, leaving him with endless followers, weapons, and an established gang. From the beginning he saw the endless potential in his son, and it was now time to watch the young man work without guidance or help.
It was during this time Zaire successfully slid his way into the Black Market Dealer’s ranks. After answering to a higher power for so long, it was finally time for him to be the one giving orders to gangs. And that is exactly what he went on to do.
Zaire began to work closely with multiple gangs, and he settled into the job comfortably. 9 Stars, the gang he formerly passed down to Zahmari, was one of the gangs he got to work under him. With his son being the leader, Zaire deemed 9 Stars an overall dependable crew. He had the gang run multiple errands for him, but none would be as important as the one soon being given to them.
It was a normal night. Zaire was doing orders as he usually did, consisting of getting the package and delivering it.
While approaching a crate, Zaire’s eyes landed on two individuals, both without masks, raiding the wooden box. He acted quickly, rushing forwards with a bout of adrenaline, determined to stop the thieves. Shamefully, Zaire was a little slow, and the two people ran off with the crate’s contents. But unfortunately for them, he managed to get a good look at both of their faces
Zaire was a man of business, always had been, and always probably will be. If he wanted something done, it would get done. But he was too old to be getting his hands dirty now. Plus, he didn't need to anymore when he had many gangs that would be more than willing to get a bloody job done for him.
Who better to talk to than his own blood, the person he specifically raised for moments like these? Zaire made quick work of contacting Zahmari and 9 Stars, providing specific details of what he wanted done and to whom. He ordered the gang to find the two people and kill them by any means possible, that was the price to pay for robbing a BMD crate. He would know, he participated in things like that many times before.
9 Stars were given a week to get the task done. And as the days went on, Zaire began to doubt their efforts. How much longer would this take?
The answer was soon given to him when Zahmari approached him with a synopsis on the 7th day, They had reached the targets, but they managed to escape and were still alive and well. This news left a sour taste in Zaire’s mouth. He stared at his son, his expression filled with a mix of anger and disappointment.
The interaction ended with few words:
“I taught you everything you needed to know, Son. I gave you everything you needed to succeed, and this is what happens? For fuck’s sake, it was one simple task.”
Zaire scoffed, speaking through gritted teeth.
Zahmari responded coolly, nothing short of the man Zaire raised him to be.
“Mistakes happen; they had people helping from the outside next time it wont end like that-”
Sharp, Zaire’s voice cut through the air, interrupting Zahmari.
“There won't be a next time.”
The man shook his head.
“You gotta earn your spot at the top. Failing isn't how you do it.”
Sucking at his teeth, Zahmari paused before opening his mouth to protest. However, Zaire lifted a hand, holding his palm outwards towards his younger disciple. Such a little gesture, holding so much power; Zahmari immediately shut his mouth, eyeing the BMD.
“You and your gang aren't getting anything more from me. I'm not selling shit to you anymore, and I won't be someone to call when you need help. Not till you prove yourself.”
Zaire stated firmly.
This time, Zahmari was quick to speak up, his voice holding a substantial amount of exasperation; His temper seemed to be slipping.
“We messed up once! You can't just cut me off like that- Over one slip up.”
Sighing, Zaire pursed his lips.
“Maybe you failed because I coddled you too much. No one ever succeeded from getting extra help. You gotta work for it.”
A short, tense silence hovered over the air. Zaire inhaled through his nose, continuing. But this time, his tone was more tender. As if he were scolding his son for a childish activity.
“You gotta give your all to it. You think I got to where I am now by getting help and failing? No one was there to help me when I fell down. I learned to stand, walk, and run on my own. You gotta learn the same lessons I did, and this is the only way.”
Zahmari stared at his father, face twisted and full of contempt.
“So what? You just gonna turn your back on me like we aren't blood?”
The BMD’s eyes flickered with something unrecognizable. But, Zahmari knew that at this point nothing would be able to sway Zaire’s decision. And, he was right, prompted by the next words that left his fathers mouth,
“My words are final.”
Clenching his jaw, Zahmari curtly nodded.
“Sure, Zero.”
The usage of Zaire’s alias gained no obvious reaction. Though, he figured it was Zahmari’s way of showing spite. Returning a short nod, the elder man waved him off, and Zahmari was quick to spin on his heel and walk off, leaving a trail of desolation in his wake.
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)
Zaire Takada’s no stranger to Karakura’s underworld. He’s a former gang leader who earned his stripes not just through force, but through strategy, loyalty, and an ability to lead without losing people in the process. From organized crime to high-level planning, Zaire’s been at the center of it all by pulling off citywide distractions, vault heists, and covert operations with the IKIGAI network. When things got messy, he didn’t fold. He adapted, kept his crew safe, and made it out with his name intact.
His ties to the Black Market run deep. Back in the day, he worked closely with insiders like QUANDISA, securing rare intel and turf under the old movie theater. He never went all-in on a partnership, but he built a reputation for being reliable, sharp, and disciplined. People knew he understood how things worked, the risks, the rules, and when to walk away.
Now? He’s not chasing chaos or clout. Zaire’s focus is different. He’s got kids, and everything he does now is about building a life they don’t have to recover from. He’s older, more measured, but still sharp as ever. He knows the game, knows who to talk to, and knows how to move weapons, intel, or protection without making noise.
Zaire brings something rare to the table, real leadership grounded in experience but shaped by the lessons that came with surviving it all. He’s not out to prove anything. He’s out to build something that lasts, and that makes him exactly the kind of person you want handling Black Market business.

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