Kōji Suzuki, the living unforeseen circumstance. Ironic, as his name translates to good fortune. He is a walking jinx, a plague to anyone he ever comes across. His legacy since the beginning was cursed, but he didn't know that. He didn't ask to be born to parents with a six-year age gap, and he sure as hell didn't ask to be born to a man like Kenzo Suzuki.
He was born into the world on June 6th, 2006, 6/6/6. He was destined for bad; it was plastered on the unwritten lines within the universe. His father wasn't there for the moment, or when she had carried him home alone. This would set the standard for the future between both of his parents. There was always a felt hatred that Kōji didn't understand at the time--As he believed, this was just how parents loved. Kōji seemed to have horrid growing pains every day, running to his mother for comfort. Every night, they seemed to get worse and worse, some nights even waking him up from his sleep. Ayame would try to get him back to sleep, telling him that he was going to grow up strong and handsome. This would reassure him, calming him down and almost making him forget about the pain. This was evident until Kenzo made things change. Kenzo Suzki didn't appreciate her doing this; he believed she was making him soft. He felt threatened by Ayame, someone whom he now wanted out of his and his son's life. Every action she did had an equal hatred reaction. Enough was enough, Kenzo made the decision to divorce and leave her when kōji was around four and a half. It was wintertime, and it was cold out. The court case for the divorce was filed on his half-birthday, December 6th. His mother had dressed him well, in a freshly dry-cleaned suit, as he had to be placed in the courthouse. Not understanding his surroundings, he was restless and scared. He saw his mother, sad, rushing to her side. The judge allowed it, knowing what the outcome would be. His mother had slid a necklace, a silver chain, into his polo pocket, for fear that she would never see her baby boy again. Kenzo Suzuki won that case, gaining custody of Kōji.
Things would change here for Kōji Suzuki. He was forced to fix the structure of the way he sat and how tall he should stand. Kenzo Suzuki made sure his posture was 'picture perfect', even if that meant that Kōji was in pain. His growing pains were ignored, being downplayed by his father, saying that it was "unmanly for a boy like Kōji to have them." He learned not to talk about them at all, observing that his father didn't care, nor try, to get him to talk about his physical pain, or even his emotions. The string of events that led from the divorce caused Kōji to stray away from the path he should've been down. Instead of using his height to help people, he used it to harm others, even if they tried to get close to him. He was taught how to make sure he presented himself scarily, even if that meant getting hurt in the process. Kenzo Suzuki wanted his son to fear him, wholeheartedly believing that hitting Kōji would scare him to make sure he did all of the things he asked. It worked, and now he never slouches and will always stand up straight, presenting himself taller.
At thirteen, he found himself running away from home, living on the unpopulated side of Karakura, in a dark alleyway. He made himself appear older, more masculine, and less fearful. And yet, every person who seemed to go near him scared him in a way that was abnormal. He became feral, being forced straight into adulthood. He barely remembers this part of his life, as he dissociated himself from the pain and suffering, the feeling that kept him alive died out continuously as he lived on the streets. The flame rekindled when he was approached by a shorter, brunette woman. Instead of getting close to him, she offered him food, speaking with him softly. His wolf-like demeanor sparked back into a child-like one. He didn't seem to fear this woman at all; she seemed nice. She introduced herself to him, a thick French accent coming through with her wobbly Japanese. "My name is Valentine, and you don't have to be afraid. Are you hungry, dear? Do you need clothes and a shower?" His walls were almost completely down, as he couldn't give a fuck what happened to him if it meant getting free shit out of it. He was fifteen at this time, and it appeared that Valentine could tell.
His breaking point, May 16th, 2025. He murdered a woman in his cold, dead hands. He gained a rush, one that felt sickening and overwhelming. The guilt he felt was intense. His hands shook, his thoughts were conflicted. He was scared, but he couldn't let anyone know what he had just done. He went sobbing to Valentine, and yet she didn't pry. She comforted him like he was her baby, in a way that reminded him of his mother.
What's odd is that he didn't care that he had been stabbed, but he cared about the fact that he had murdered a girl.He was born into the world on June 6th, 2006, 6/6/6. He was destined for bad; it was plastered on the unwritten lines within the universe. His father wasn't there for the moment, or when she had carried him home alone. This would set the standard for the future between both of his parents. There was always a felt hatred that Kōji didn't understand at the time--As he believed, this was just how parents loved. Kōji seemed to have horrid growing pains every day, running to his mother for comfort. Every night, they seemed to get worse and worse, some nights even waking him up from his sleep. Ayame would try to get him back to sleep, telling him that he was going to grow up strong and handsome. This would reassure him, calming him down and almost making him forget about the pain. This was evident until Kenzo made things change. Kenzo Suzki didn't appreciate her doing this; he believed she was making him soft. He felt threatened by Ayame, someone whom he now wanted out of his and his son's life. Every action she did had an equal hatred reaction. Enough was enough, Kenzo made the decision to divorce and leave her when kōji was around four and a half. It was wintertime, and it was cold out. The court case for the divorce was filed on his half-birthday, December 6th. His mother had dressed him well, in a freshly dry-cleaned suit, as he had to be placed in the courthouse. Not understanding his surroundings, he was restless and scared. He saw his mother, sad, rushing to her side. The judge allowed it, knowing what the outcome would be. His mother had slid a necklace, a silver chain, into his polo pocket, for fear that she would never see her baby boy again. Kenzo Suzuki won that case, gaining custody of Kōji.
Things would change here for Kōji Suzuki. He was forced to fix the structure of the way he sat and how tall he should stand. Kenzo Suzuki made sure his posture was 'picture perfect', even if that meant that Kōji was in pain. His growing pains were ignored, being downplayed by his father, saying that it was "unmanly for a boy like Kōji to have them." He learned not to talk about them at all, observing that his father didn't care, nor try, to get him to talk about his physical pain, or even his emotions. The string of events that led from the divorce caused Kōji to stray away from the path he should've been down. Instead of using his height to help people, he used it to harm others, even if they tried to get close to him. He was taught how to make sure he presented himself scarily, even if that meant getting hurt in the process. Kenzo Suzuki wanted his son to fear him, wholeheartedly believing that hitting Kōji would scare him to make sure he did all of the things he asked. It worked, and now he never slouches and will always stand up straight, presenting himself taller.
At thirteen, he found himself running away from home, living on the unpopulated side of Karakura, in a dark alleyway. He made himself appear older, more masculine, and less fearful. And yet, every person who seemed to go near him scared him in a way that was abnormal. He became feral, being forced straight into adulthood. He barely remembers this part of his life, as he dissociated himself from the pain and suffering, the feeling that kept him alive died out continuously as he lived on the streets. The flame rekindled when he was approached by a shorter, brunette woman. Instead of getting close to him, she offered him food, speaking with him softly. His wolf-like demeanor sparked back into a child-like one. He didn't seem to fear this woman at all; she seemed nice. She introduced herself to him, a thick French accent coming through with her wobbly Japanese. "My name is Valentine, and you don't have to be afraid. Are you hungry, dear? Do you need clothes and a shower?" His walls were almost completely down, as he couldn't give a fuck what happened to him if it meant getting free shit out of it. He was fifteen at this time, and it appeared that Valentine could tell.
His breaking point, May 16th, 2025. He murdered a woman in his cold, dead hands. He gained a rush, one that felt sickening and overwhelming. The guilt he felt was intense. His hands shook, his thoughts were conflicted. He was scared, but he couldn't let anyone know what he had just done. He went sobbing to Valentine, and yet she didn't pry. She comforted him like he was her baby, in a way that reminded him of his mother.
His downward spiral events led from one thing to the next, eventually gaining a scar on the left side of his face that spanned from his ear to his jawline. He lost his right eye in an accident. He acts dull and arrogant, not fearful if he loses his life. He is mean-spirited and does not care for others. He is full of ego and selfishness.
He normally carries his phone with him, that's about it. He doesn't need anything else, just his phone.
Kōji Suzuki, guilt.
Valentine Dubois, motherly 'love'
Taekyun Kamatora, calmness
Otis W-Tachibana, expectation
Harper Clarke, fear.
Cherry Kramer, uncertainty.
Irene Ikemori, femininity.
Biel Sezja-Shimura, freedom.
Chiyo Tachibana, death.
Jail Time:
June 25, 2025
Charged with:
Kidnapping, assault, resisting arrest
Bail:
350k-450k
Setence:
7 months
Pleading:
Guilty
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