Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN (In-Game Name):
sharkchompr (main)
sharkfizz (alt, applying)
Discord Name & Tag:
My discord display name is shark ★ and my username is sharkchomper
Which timezone are you in?
I am EST, but I play during the nighttime, usually logging on during the day if I am up.
List your current and past IC/OOC faction applications:
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on the server ranges, as I have a job that I go to unscheduled. Unless spoken about, I try to log every day. I enjoy my time while online, and I love the community that surrounds me while playing. I love playing my characters, as I have many different experiences. My free time ranges, but I tend to be on SRP from the moment I wake up to the second I want to sleep. Depending on whether I am awake or not during the day, I will also log on. My activity ranges from ProfessorRP, to romancerp, to student, to even a service dog whitelist. I have been on and off with my activity since I first joined in 2024, but I have gained more purpose for playing, and now it is a part of my everyday life. I normally am free between the nighttime hours. My playtime has skyrocketed since I have gotten myself more active within the community. I find myself interacting with everyone in SRP–New people, old folks, KPD members, teachers, adults, and so many others. Every interaction I have with others fuels my passion for roleplay.
What is your motivation for applying?:
Ever since joining SRP, I have wanted to be a part of many different types of factions. I want to be able to elevate my roleplay experiences. Ever since joining SRP about a year ago, two factions have truly caught my eye: KPD and the school faction. I want to experience brand new professions and have new roleplay situations. I am always seeing KPD officers run around and do their job, and it has truly caught my eye. KPD has indirectly shown me how fun it really can be. Whether it would be chasing down criminals or even something as simple as going on a patrol around Karakura, I want to expose myself to fun and unfamiliar things. I realized that I have a lot more free time between my main account and my alt account. The extra free time that I have noticed, I want to use it for more roleplay opportunities within SRP. My biggest factor in applying is making new friends within the faction. I know that people enjoy being in KPD, and I know that I would enjoy each experience that I am presented with. I have a bunch of family OOCly that are cops, and it seems fun to take that knowledge and experience and bring it into a character.
What knowledge do you have of Police Work?
I have various knowledge of SRP police work. There are 2 different divisions within the faction: The main and the detective. Both have different subsections within them. In the first few weeks, you start out as a cadet. These moments tend to be crucial in proving yourself to your higher-ups in the faction. Once proven yourself as a cadet, you can move up to a higher rank. As soon as this happens, you will become a true part of the faction, consisting of day-to-day tasks. Such examples would be: Taking reports, managing the desk, arresting criminals, patrolling, and so much more that is unsaid. Eventually, you are able to make a choice between the main division and the detective division. On top of ranks and daily activities, radio codes are used in a manner to communicate. For starters, 'Code 0' is essentially something to use for emergencies. There are various codes to be used depending on the situation. '10-4' is used as a code for 'understood.' There are many more codes that both the main division and the detective division should know. On top of that, the KPD faction has a quota that people need to meet. However, these points will cap once the individual has met 40 points.
Why is Police important to SchoolRP?
The KPD in SchoolRP is more than just a faction to the server; it's a key part of what makes the server feel real and alive. It keeps the server authentic to real-life situations. They’re the ones who keep the balance between the town, acting as a direct counter to the Crime faction while also creating a sense of structure and safety across the city. Even though SRP centers around its' school life, the KPD brings in that extra layer of realism that makes everything feel more grounded. Without any police, CrimeRP would lose the challenge and purpose that it faces, quickly forcing it to become a repetitive thing to do. KPD is essential because it adds consequences to the players’ choices as they play a character. While the actions do have weight, roleplay becomes more immersive and impactful to the community as a whole. The KPD faction isn’t just there to enforce basic rules; they’re part of the foundation that keeps the whole experience balanced, engaging, and worth returning to. Without the KPD factions, the server would lose some of its' spark.
Do you acknowledge that if training is held whilst you are online, you are needed to attend or you will be punished?
Yes, if I am online while training is happening, I will attend.
sharkchompr (main)
sharkfizz (alt, applying)
Discord Name & Tag:
My discord display name is shark ★ and my username is sharkchomper
Which timezone are you in?
I am EST, but I play during the nighttime, usually logging on during the day if I am up.
List your current and past IC/OOC faction applications:
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on the server ranges, as I have a job that I go to unscheduled. Unless spoken about, I try to log every day. I enjoy my time while online, and I love the community that surrounds me while playing. I love playing my characters, as I have many different experiences. My free time ranges, but I tend to be on SRP from the moment I wake up to the second I want to sleep. Depending on whether I am awake or not during the day, I will also log on. My activity ranges from ProfessorRP, to romancerp, to student, to even a service dog whitelist. I have been on and off with my activity since I first joined in 2024, but I have gained more purpose for playing, and now it is a part of my everyday life. I normally am free between the nighttime hours. My playtime has skyrocketed since I have gotten myself more active within the community. I find myself interacting with everyone in SRP–New people, old folks, KPD members, teachers, adults, and so many others. Every interaction I have with others fuels my passion for roleplay.
What is your motivation for applying?:
Ever since joining SRP, I have wanted to be a part of many different types of factions. I want to be able to elevate my roleplay experiences. Ever since joining SRP about a year ago, two factions have truly caught my eye: KPD and the school faction. I want to experience brand new professions and have new roleplay situations. I am always seeing KPD officers run around and do their job, and it has truly caught my eye. KPD has indirectly shown me how fun it really can be. Whether it would be chasing down criminals or even something as simple as going on a patrol around Karakura, I want to expose myself to fun and unfamiliar things. I realized that I have a lot more free time between my main account and my alt account. The extra free time that I have noticed, I want to use it for more roleplay opportunities within SRP. My biggest factor in applying is making new friends within the faction. I know that people enjoy being in KPD, and I know that I would enjoy each experience that I am presented with. I have a bunch of family OOCly that are cops, and it seems fun to take that knowledge and experience and bring it into a character.
What knowledge do you have of Police Work?
I have various knowledge of SRP police work. There are 2 different divisions within the faction: The main and the detective. Both have different subsections within them. In the first few weeks, you start out as a cadet. These moments tend to be crucial in proving yourself to your higher-ups in the faction. Once proven yourself as a cadet, you can move up to a higher rank. As soon as this happens, you will become a true part of the faction, consisting of day-to-day tasks. Such examples would be: Taking reports, managing the desk, arresting criminals, patrolling, and so much more that is unsaid. Eventually, you are able to make a choice between the main division and the detective division. On top of ranks and daily activities, radio codes are used in a manner to communicate. For starters, 'Code 0' is essentially something to use for emergencies. There are various codes to be used depending on the situation. '10-4' is used as a code for 'understood.' There are many more codes that both the main division and the detective division should know. On top of that, the KPD faction has a quota that people need to meet. However, these points will cap once the individual has met 40 points.
The foremost division ranks follow (from highest to lowest) this order:
Commissioner - The Commissioner of the KPD is the top officer who oversees both of the departments. The Commissioner ensures that all divisions run smoothly as the government faction assigns the activities on what to do. The Commissioner is crucial in ensuring that all officers are adequately trained and ready to tackle any problem that the world throws at them.
Captain – Directly below the Commissioner is the Captain, who is in charge of the Main Division. The Captain provides guidance and instruction to ensure that day-to-day operations are carried out effectively. They're also continuously conversing with any Lieutenants to help keep performance standards high within the division.
Lieutenant – Lieutenants are at the highest rank in the Main Division and act as a bridge between the Captain and junior officers. They supervise any training, ensuring that the department meets standards, and report to their superiors with information that might be useful. They monitor day-to-day operations within the division and act as liaisons between all of the ranks.
Sergeant – Sergeants are experienced officers who deeply understand the police duties they are tasked to perform. They must lead Corporals and Patrol Officers, conduct performance reviews, and give constructive feedback to Lieutenants and beyond. Their guidance maintains order and discipline within the members of the faction.
Corporal – Corporals are valued officers who mentor the Patrol Officers and Cadets. They support ground training while constantly patrolling and ensure effective communication between front-liners and their superiors.
Patrol Officer – Patrol Officers have completed their Cadet training and passed their qualifying tests to get to this rank. They answer emergency and non-emergency calls, patrol as they have been told to do, and try to keep the city safe as best they can. They are competent but still require guidance from Corporals and Sergeants.
Cadet – Cadets are trainees being trained to be Patrol Officers. Their job is very restricted; they can't patrol alone or request time off work. They learn by riding with experienced officers, observing how they work, and assisting them in various tasks until they are qualified enough to sit for their qualification test.
The detective division follows:
The Detective Superintendent – The Detective Superintendent is the highest-ranking officer within the Detective Division and reports directly to the Commissioner. They oversee all of the investigative tasks that go on, and they ensure that the division is operated effectively and smoothly.
Detective Chief Inspector – The Detective Chief Inspectors handle high-profile investigations, acting as the chief communications link between the junior detective ranks and the Superintendent. They help to coordinate investigations, provide leadership advice, and give feedback to their senior command.
Detective Inspector – Detective Inspectors are seasoned detectives who have demonstrated their commitment and ability by maintaining good performance. They usually are tasked with handling several cases at a time, and are tasked to train and assess the Detective Constables.
Detective Sergeant – Detective Sergeants are officers who have passed the divisional examination and have demonstrated that they have the competence and discretion to carry out active casework. They carry out routine investigative duties and are full participants in the Detective Division.
Detective Constable –Detective Constables are cadets from the Cadet pool or Patrol Officers who appear to be interested in joining the Detective Division. They are equipped with basic training and introduced to investigation work under supervision in preparation for promotions upon meeting the required standards
Commissioner - The Commissioner of the KPD is the top officer who oversees both of the departments. The Commissioner ensures that all divisions run smoothly as the government faction assigns the activities on what to do. The Commissioner is crucial in ensuring that all officers are adequately trained and ready to tackle any problem that the world throws at them.
Captain – Directly below the Commissioner is the Captain, who is in charge of the Main Division. The Captain provides guidance and instruction to ensure that day-to-day operations are carried out effectively. They're also continuously conversing with any Lieutenants to help keep performance standards high within the division.
Lieutenant – Lieutenants are at the highest rank in the Main Division and act as a bridge between the Captain and junior officers. They supervise any training, ensuring that the department meets standards, and report to their superiors with information that might be useful. They monitor day-to-day operations within the division and act as liaisons between all of the ranks.
Sergeant – Sergeants are experienced officers who deeply understand the police duties they are tasked to perform. They must lead Corporals and Patrol Officers, conduct performance reviews, and give constructive feedback to Lieutenants and beyond. Their guidance maintains order and discipline within the members of the faction.
Corporal – Corporals are valued officers who mentor the Patrol Officers and Cadets. They support ground training while constantly patrolling and ensure effective communication between front-liners and their superiors.
Patrol Officer – Patrol Officers have completed their Cadet training and passed their qualifying tests to get to this rank. They answer emergency and non-emergency calls, patrol as they have been told to do, and try to keep the city safe as best they can. They are competent but still require guidance from Corporals and Sergeants.
Cadet – Cadets are trainees being trained to be Patrol Officers. Their job is very restricted; they can't patrol alone or request time off work. They learn by riding with experienced officers, observing how they work, and assisting them in various tasks until they are qualified enough to sit for their qualification test.
The detective division follows:
The Detective Superintendent – The Detective Superintendent is the highest-ranking officer within the Detective Division and reports directly to the Commissioner. They oversee all of the investigative tasks that go on, and they ensure that the division is operated effectively and smoothly.
Detective Chief Inspector – The Detective Chief Inspectors handle high-profile investigations, acting as the chief communications link between the junior detective ranks and the Superintendent. They help to coordinate investigations, provide leadership advice, and give feedback to their senior command.
Detective Inspector – Detective Inspectors are seasoned detectives who have demonstrated their commitment and ability by maintaining good performance. They usually are tasked with handling several cases at a time, and are tasked to train and assess the Detective Constables.
Detective Sergeant – Detective Sergeants are officers who have passed the divisional examination and have demonstrated that they have the competence and discretion to carry out active casework. They carry out routine investigative duties and are full participants in the Detective Division.
Detective Constable –Detective Constables are cadets from the Cadet pool or Patrol Officers who appear to be interested in joining the Detective Division. They are equipped with basic training and introduced to investigation work under supervision in preparation for promotions upon meeting the required standards
Police Radio
A vest-mounted communication device used to stay in contact with other on-duty officers. It has multiple channels for private or emergency-service-wide communication. It cannot be stolen, but it can be destroyed by blunt or sharp force.
Body Camera
A small, waterproof camera attached to the officer’s tactical vest constantly records and live-streams to department servers. Functions similarly to CCTV. It cannot be stolen but can be destroyed by force.
Handcuffs
Steel restraints are used to detain suspects. Applied to the wrists (typically behind the back), handcuffs are durable and require blunt force or special tools to break—standard issue for all officers.
Stun Blaster / Taser
A non-lethal tool that fires two electrified prongs to immobilize a suspect on contact. The shock incapacitates the target for up to 60 seconds. Issued to all KPD members. It cannot be stolen.
Police Baton
A 21-inch steel baton used for close-quarters combat. Ideal for jail fights or defensive takedowns. Each hit deals 2 KO points. It can be stolen from the officer if dropped or disarmed.
Pepper Spray
A one-handed spray that causes temporary blindness for 60 seconds by delivering capsaicin-based irritants to the eyes. Ineffective after three uses on the same person or against those wearing gas masks. Available to all officers and EMS. It cannot be stolen.
Riot Shield
A full-body tempered-glass shield used to block frontal and partial side attacks. Effective in SWAT and riot situations. It cannot be used offensively beyond pushing players for space. Vulnerable from behind. Usable by all officers.
Specialized / Rank-Locked Tools
Tranquilizer Gun (Sergeant / Detective Inspector+)
A high-precision, single-shot tool that injects an "Immobilon" drug into the target, knocking them unconscious for up to 120 seconds. Works on both humans and animals. Non-lethal and cannot be stolen.
Crowbar (Corporal+)
A tool used to break down doors, windows, containers, or barricades—primarily during raids or emergency extractions. Not a weapon and should not be used as one. It can be stolen from the officer.
Forensic / Utility Tools
Luminol Spray
A chemical spray used to reveal hidden bloodstains or detect traces on weapons, masks, or other objects, commonly used at crime scenes. It cannot be stolen.
First Aid Kit
A medical pack extends a downed individual’s bleed-out timer by five minutes and is intended for emergency use when EMS is unavailable. Usable by officers during on-duty scenarios.
Gas Mask
Provides immunity to pepper spray and protects against airborne threats. Often issued during riot control or high-risk situations.
Disposable Gloves
Used to prevent contamination of evidence and protect against biological exposure during investigations or medical aid.
Breathalyzer
Used during traffic stops or after incidents to determine alcohol levels in a suspect’s system.
Fingerprint Scanner
A portable forensic scanner used to identify suspects via fingerprints found on crime scenes, weapons, or contraband.
A vest-mounted communication device used to stay in contact with other on-duty officers. It has multiple channels for private or emergency-service-wide communication. It cannot be stolen, but it can be destroyed by blunt or sharp force.
Body Camera
A small, waterproof camera attached to the officer’s tactical vest constantly records and live-streams to department servers. Functions similarly to CCTV. It cannot be stolen but can be destroyed by force.
Handcuffs
Steel restraints are used to detain suspects. Applied to the wrists (typically behind the back), handcuffs are durable and require blunt force or special tools to break—standard issue for all officers.
Stun Blaster / Taser
A non-lethal tool that fires two electrified prongs to immobilize a suspect on contact. The shock incapacitates the target for up to 60 seconds. Issued to all KPD members. It cannot be stolen.
Police Baton
A 21-inch steel baton used for close-quarters combat. Ideal for jail fights or defensive takedowns. Each hit deals 2 KO points. It can be stolen from the officer if dropped or disarmed.
Pepper Spray
A one-handed spray that causes temporary blindness for 60 seconds by delivering capsaicin-based irritants to the eyes. Ineffective after three uses on the same person or against those wearing gas masks. Available to all officers and EMS. It cannot be stolen.
Riot Shield
A full-body tempered-glass shield used to block frontal and partial side attacks. Effective in SWAT and riot situations. It cannot be used offensively beyond pushing players for space. Vulnerable from behind. Usable by all officers.
Specialized / Rank-Locked Tools
Tranquilizer Gun (Sergeant / Detective Inspector+)
A high-precision, single-shot tool that injects an "Immobilon" drug into the target, knocking them unconscious for up to 120 seconds. Works on both humans and animals. Non-lethal and cannot be stolen.
Crowbar (Corporal+)
A tool used to break down doors, windows, containers, or barricades—primarily during raids or emergency extractions. Not a weapon and should not be used as one. It can be stolen from the officer.
Forensic / Utility Tools
Luminol Spray
A chemical spray used to reveal hidden bloodstains or detect traces on weapons, masks, or other objects, commonly used at crime scenes. It cannot be stolen.
First Aid Kit
A medical pack extends a downed individual’s bleed-out timer by five minutes and is intended for emergency use when EMS is unavailable. Usable by officers during on-duty scenarios.
Gas Mask
Provides immunity to pepper spray and protects against airborne threats. Often issued during riot control or high-risk situations.
Disposable Gloves
Used to prevent contamination of evidence and protect against biological exposure during investigations or medical aid.
Breathalyzer
Used during traffic stops or after incidents to determine alcohol levels in a suspect’s system.
Fingerprint Scanner
A portable forensic scanner used to identify suspects via fingerprints found on crime scenes, weapons, or contraband.
Why is Police important to SchoolRP?
The KPD in SchoolRP is more than just a faction to the server; it's a key part of what makes the server feel real and alive. It keeps the server authentic to real-life situations. They’re the ones who keep the balance between the town, acting as a direct counter to the Crime faction while also creating a sense of structure and safety across the city. Even though SRP centers around its' school life, the KPD brings in that extra layer of realism that makes everything feel more grounded. Without any police, CrimeRP would lose the challenge and purpose that it faces, quickly forcing it to become a repetitive thing to do. KPD is essential because it adds consequences to the players’ choices as they play a character. While the actions do have weight, roleplay becomes more immersive and impactful to the community as a whole. The KPD faction isn’t just there to enforce basic rules; they’re part of the foundation that keeps the whole experience balanced, engaging, and worth returning to. Without the KPD factions, the server would lose some of its' spark.
Do you acknowledge that if training is held whilst you are online, you are needed to attend or you will be punished?
Yes, if I am online while training is happening, I will attend.
In-Character (IC) Section
What's your character's full name?:
“My name is Kenzo Suzuki.”
How old is your character (if accepted)?:
“I am forty-two years old. I think I look my age, maybe a bit older.”
What are your character's gender and pronouns?:
“I am a male, and would prefer if people used he/him on me.”
Please select your highest academic role at the time of writing this application:
(Grade-12/Bachelors/Masters/PhD):
“I wasn’t able to attend college due to being enlisted in the military at such 18. I did receive a high school diploma, though, right in Tokyo!”
What languages does your character know besides Japanese?:
“I know JSL as well as Japanese. Picking up on it was a handy tool.”
Describe your character; how they look, what makes them unique?
Kenzo Suzuki, a man who seems to have a blandish look plastered onto his face. He appears to be the type of male who speaks less than he observes, his silence often heavier than most people’s words. After his somber years of service, he learned the different values of precision–in his speech, in all of his actions, in his judgment. He is a man who is forged in discipline and hardship; no rigidity appeared to him. He was resilient, and it showed through. The battlefield gave him scars, but allowed him to forge a sense of clarity. He refuses to waste any time, regardless of what the situation may be.
He tends to carry himself with a deep and quiet intenseness–never needing to show off his strength to others, as it is felt in the room before he mutters a word. Loyalty runs deep within his veins, as it isn't just for people but for his principles. He tends to cling to honesty, even when the world around him doesn’t. Calmness appears to surround him, an almost meditative quality which gets undermined by his edge. Kenzo is like a wolf who has learned to live in peace, but hasn’t forgotten how to fight. Despite all of the weight and burden he seems to carry, Kenzo isn’t a cold individual. He has a dry, almost brooding sense of humor that appears unexpected at the best times. He’s protective, thoughtful, and surprisingly patient. He tends to be more understanding towards people who have been broken by the world. He doesn’t pity weakness, but he’s empathetic toward struggle. When he chooses to trust someone, it is unshakeable.
Kenzo, at the young age of 42, wears his age not in wrinkles but in weight. He has a carved intensity that settles in the type of posture he has and the way his eyes hold a gaze. His face is lean and angular, the kind that’s seen years of discipline, many sleepless nights, and the thousand-yard stare of horrid memory. There's a sharpness in his jawline, usually covered in a short, controlled, neat stubble. His cheekbones are a bit defined, almost severe, like someone had carved from a passion, tension, and purpose. His hair appears dark and wavy, falling just past his ears. It is left longer than regulation now that he's out of the military, but still clean and deliberate. However, if a command were spoken, he would immediately cut it. It’s unkempt in a way that suggests his freedom, not any form of carelessness. His skin is sun-worn, with a natural olive tone, and there appear to be faint lines by the corners of his eyes. They are not from laughter, but from squinting into harsh light and more complex truths. He has the build of someone who trains like it’s for survival; stronger shoulders, a solid core, and a presence that fills a space before a word leaves his mouth. His gaze is both calculating and tired; it scans like a soldier’s but lingers like a man who’s learned to carry his ghosts. He doesn’t dress to impress people; he just wears utility: black shirts, combat boots, and a watch he’s had on his wrist since his deployment. Although hidden under his collar, Kenzo has a dog tag he has never stopped wearing since he was in the military. There’s a youthfulness to him that never truly faded; however, it’s buried beneath the years of grit and grief. He's the kind of man whose appearance doesn't beg for attention, but demands it once he has been noticed.
Kenzo stands at an even 6'7", a presence that often makes him appear taller. His height isn’t just in inches, it’s in how he carries himself. He is always straight-backed, shoulders squared, as if the military never entirely left his body. He moves with a quiet confidence, every step meticulously measured, every stance grounded. He doesn’t tower, but he commands his space—the height that doesn’t need an exaggeration because it’s backed by his presence, not just posture. He’s never the tallest in any crowd, but always the one people notice. There appears to be a subtle dominance in how he stands, not showy, but in an undeniably solid manner. His build seems to complement it: He is lean but muscular, the frame of someone who has trained for his endurance, not vanity.
How does your character act in a professional/casual situation?
In a casual situation, Kenzo is composed, understated, and observant, yet he is never the loudest in the room, but always the one people feel anchored by. Kenzo doesn’t fidget; he’s the kind of man who leans back in his chair just enough to be comfortable but still aware of every exit. In casual company, his humor is dry: sharp, unexpected, and delivered with a deadpan face that makes you double-take. He doesn't just talk to fill the silence; he speaks when there's something worth saying, and people tend to listen when he does. He’s polite, but not warm in a typical sense; it’s more respectful than friendly. Eye contact is steady but never in an aggressive manner. If he’s among all the people he trusts, there’s a surprising softness: a slight smirk, a sarcastic quip, or a quietly thoughtful gesture, such as refilling someone’s glass without saying a word. He’s the one who notices when someone appears off, asks them once, and leaves space for the truth to come out. He’s not performative in his empathy, just present. In unfamiliar company, he hangs back and reads the room, not out of awkwardness, but out of an instinct. He listens first. Always. While he may seem like a wall at first glance, once you get him talking, you realize he’s the kind of man who remembers everything, forgets no memories, and carries more stories than he will ever tell.
In a professional environment, Kenzo is controlled, capable, and quietly commanding. His military background shows in everything: his posture, speech, and discipline. He doesn’t need to pull rank or assert dominance; respect naturally settles on him. Kenzo arrives early, not just on time. His attire is clean, simple, and functional. He appears with nothing flashy, but always appropriate for the situation. He speaks clearly and purposefully, often getting to the point before others can circle it. There’s no rambling, no fluff, just concise, efficient communication with him. When others talk, he listens with purposeful intent, arms crossed or his hands folded, eyes fixated on the speaker. He shows the kind of listening that makes people aware of what they’re saying. He’s the guy who holds people accountable without raising his voice. He doesn't assign blame if something goes wrong; he assesses, redirects, and adapts his situation. His leadership is quiet but firm. He delegates when necessary, but he doesn’t shy from stepping in. You’ll never see him in a panicked state, as he’s been through worse than a bad meeting or a tight deadline. Colleagues respect him, even if they know little about him. He’s not the one sharing weekend stories or participating in office gossip. But when he does offer insight, it is strategic, technical, or even emotional, as it lands with weight. He’s dependable, protective of his team, and intolerant of arrogance or incompetence. While he may not be warm, he is fair, and in professional settings, that’s often more valuable to him.
What is their outlook on the idea of co-workers & teamwork?
Kenzo's outlook on co-workers and teamwork is shaped by years in high-stakes, high-trust environments, where your life could depend on the person next to you. He doesn’t romanticize teamwork, but he respects it deeply because he’s seen what happens when it works and when it doesn’t. To Kenzo, a team isn’t about getting along with others; it’s about showing up, doing your job, and having each other’s backs when it matters most. He doesn’t need to be friends with his co-workers, but he needs to trust them. That trust isn’t given easily from him, as it’s earned daily in how they handle pressure, own their mistakes, and back up their words with their actions. He believes in shared accountability, which means no passing the blame, no ego, and no shortcuts. He’s the type to step in and help someone he sees struggling, but he won’t coddle them. He holds others to a high standard because he holds himself to an even higher one. He values competence, reliability, and discretion above all else. While he may come off distant at first, once he’s integrated into a team, he becomes the steady core, the one people instinctively turn to in a crisis or a time of need. He’s not a cheerleader, but he leads by example: calm under pressure, direct during feedback, generous with credit, and fiercely protective when someone under him is mistreated. If there's conflict within the group, he’s not afraid to call it out and settle it constructively. For Kenzo, a team is only as strong as it has its weakest link, and he’ll quietly work to strengthen it without ever needing the recognition. At his core, he doesn’t just believe in teamwork; he sees it as a survival instinct, honed into his discipline, trust, and loyalty. Kenzo can spot a weak link in a team in how some people can read a room. He’s not quick to judge, but he observes, always observes. Once someone shows a pattern of unreliability, excuses, or self-serving behavior, he clocks it and attempts to keep his distance. In his mind, trust is like ammunition: not to be wasted or given lightly.
If a teammate screws up but owns it and puts in the work to improve, Kenzo respects that on another level. He’ll even offer guidance, no frills, no condescension, just straight, actionable feedback. But if someone shirks responsibility or appears to throw others under the bus? That’s when his walls go up. He won’t cause a scene, won’t make threats, he’ll just ensure that person never gets relied on in a critical moment. In team dynamics, he naturally falls into an anchor role. He doesn’t try to lead, but people often follow him anyway, not because he asks them to, but because he makes them feel safe within a storm. His leadership is built on example, not his authority. When someone does earn his trust, he becomes unshakably loyal to them, the kind of co-worker who will back you in the room, even if he’ll call you out afterward. When the team breaks, when loyalty’s betrayed or decisions are made for ego instead of effectiveness, that’s when Kenzo's disillusionment kicks in. He doesn’t explode, he withdraws instead. He appears as three different factors: quiet, controlled, and cold. He’ll continue to do his job, but once the bond is broken, it is almost impossible to rebuild. To him, a team isn’t just people working together; it’s a line you don’t cross, a set of unspoken rules about duty, respect, and trust. Break those, and you're no longer on his radar. You’re just noise.
What's your character's backstory?
His childhood ruined things for him, and his image of life and his family became distorted. His upbringing is one of complexity–being raised in a stereotypical household didn't help. Kenzo Suzuki grew up being beaten and raised to take it like a man, or else he was considered weak in his parents' eyes. Each day was a different reason; He spilled one glass, he accidentally sat on the remote, he looked at his father wrong, he was beaten until he was forced to stop crying. He was told to suppress his tears, even if he was being beaten to death. This was the base standard for how he should act
Everything was about to change for Kenzo when his family put his younger sister up for adoption. In a house that raised the stereotypical man, they didn't want a young child, let alone a baby girl, to ruin their hard work and masculinity-filled household. Kenzo's parents didn't want a daughter, going as far as to ‘dispose of’ any younger sister he had within a week. Each time he got to know one of them, they had dissipated out of his hands. Each one, he believed, he could save. Kenzo’s heart was like glass; his sisters being taken away felt like stones being bounced against the clearness. Each day his sister was gone, his father would step in, chiming something amongst the lines of; "Women are expendable, don't bat your eyelashes toward any one of them. If you do, you’re weak, Kenzo." Although a woman, his mother stood by this logic, as there was no fighting the ‘man of the house’. Kenzo Suzuki quickly became a self loathing asshole when he was a meer child, never shown love or even a bit of kindness. He was raised in a household showered by abuse; it didn't take long for him to mimic all that was his parents' actions, let alone words. Nothing changed--even when he was sent into the military for years. If there was one chance of hope for Kenzo to change, the military seemed to crush that. He became cruder, more arrogant, and he learned to blame other people for his own misfortunes.
Kenzo Suzuki, his childhood being full of fights. He was told to “Win, or don’t bother showing that broken face of yours at home. I don’t house losers, Kenzo.” He made sure to never lose, even going as far as to injure himself in the process. Kenzo had one purpose that he was told in life: have a family, rebirth, and taste the blood of his sins. It was drilled into his mind that softness would ruin him, and that if he was gentle, he was woman-like. For fear–maybe of himself, or disappointing his father, he was rough on everyone, especially himself. He rotted himself away, him clutching to a prayer that his soul wasn’t hideous. Kenzo Suzuki suffers within himself, and he takes it out on others. He was just a child listening to his father, like a lowly sheep flocking toward a shepherd who will slaughter–Not out of hunger, but out of choice.
Kenzo’s school years were a blur of clenched fists, bitter silence, and a simmering rage that never seemed to die out. His average grades didn’t reflect his lack of intelligence; he was sharp, especially when reading people, but he’d long learned that drawing attention to himself, even through success, could invite punishment in. He stayed quiet toward the back of the classroom, barely speaking unless he had to. Authority figures reminded him too much of home; peers were threats or tools. He didn’t make friends. Instead, he picked fights. Not because he wanted to, but because it was easier to be feared than pitied.
The few teachers who tried to reach out to him and help quickly realized and backed off. Some labeled him as "aggressive," others as "unreachable." In truth, Kenzo didn’t know how to speak kindly—only how to react. He would get himself suspended a handful of times for altercations, mostly started when someone made a comment that hit too close to home—about women, about family, about weakness. He carried the world like it owed him a debt, and with each passing year, he convinced himself that emotional detachment was his strength. The only time he seemed to thrive was in gym and shop class, where he could work with his hands, channel his frustration into something tangible he could manage.
By the time he neared the end of his high school years, the future was a looming threat nearing close. College wasn’t a thought to him; he was too soft, academic, and vulnerable. He didn’t want to stay in that same neighborhood either; it reeked of horrid memories he tried to erase. One of the only adult males he didn’t actively hate was his older brother, who had joined the military previously. His brother had come back quiet, distant, but he seemed controlled. Something about that drew Kenzo in. It wasn’t discipline he craved, it was a sense of transformation.
At 18, with a backpack and barely a goodbye to the city of Tokyo, Kenzo enlisted.
Boot camp didn’t seem to faze him. Yelling? He’d heard worse at his younger ages. Physical exhaustion? It was easier to deal with than the emotional pain he had bottled up. The military didn’t break him—it sharpened what appeared to be broken. He excelled in the physical drills, combat training, and taking orders without question. Emotionally, though, he flatlined. Kenzo became what he believed a man should be in those five years of service: obedient, brutal, and unshakable. He made a name for himself as someone you didn’t mess with, someone who got things done, even if his methods were questionable. He didn’t bond with anyone, didn’t write letters home, or open up. The longer he served, the less he felt like a person.
By the time his fifth year ended, Kenzo wasn’t proud or relieved. He was numb. He returned to the world more detached than ever, uncertain how to reintegrate into a society that expected softness he was trained to suppress. The world hadn’t changed, but he had. Or at least, the boy he used to be was long gone. All that remained was a man forged from anger, silence, and iron discipline–somewhere deep beneath it all, a glimmer of guilt and longing he didn’t dare acknowledge.
Kenzo’s return to civilian life was quiet, cold, and disorienting. He settled into a small apartment on the city's edge—Karakura, not quite Tokyo, but not far enough to forget its choking presence. The streets were familiar, but he no longer belonged to them. They looked softer, slower, more forgiving. He hated them for it.
With no real qualifications besides military service, Kenzo took whatever jobs he could get: construction, security, and warehouse work. Nothing seemed to last with him. He was too intense, too quiet, too much. Employers praised his efficiency and then let him go without any warning. Co-workers kept their distance from him. He didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then, his tone often came off as threatening and detached. He wasn’t trying to be hostile. He didn’t know how to live without tension coiled beneath his skin.
Then, when he was 24, something happened that he hadn’t planned for: he became a father. The mother was someone he’d met during a park visit, Ayame, a woman who seemed drawn to his silence, maybe because she had her own. Ayame met Kenzo whilst she was a mere 20, still in school. He was 23 and was fresh out of the military. He sat down, admiring the woman. His heart fluttered seeing her beauty. He didn’t mind her age, but the woman in front of him was unfamiliar waters. They clicked, something that Kenzo had never experienced in his life. For once, he had treated a woman with respect--he was changing. There was genuine compassion and love in his eyes, for his fear was slowly dissipating.
Ayame’s pregnancy was unplanned, and Kenzo was terrified. Kenzo didn't know what kind of father he could be—if any. His bloodline was stained. His upbringing was a handbook on how not to parent. Things change, whereas some revert back to their original state. Ayame was pregnant, only after a few months of talking to him. Kenzo was mad, as he did not want to have a child with her. he started to make rude comments, almost getting physical with the woman. He yelled at her every day, yelling hurtful things that caused her to shed tears. Each tear shed over Kenzo, each time Ayame cried, could fill an entire ocean and still have a steady stream. He almost forced her to have an abortion, her foot finally coming down to him. She sternly told him that she was going to have this child, whether he wanted to or not. The last thing that was muttered to her, “If it’s a girl, I’m not fucking raising that bitch. I’ll pay, but I do not want to have a daughter.”
Being a father didn’t fix Kenzo; it only added another fracture to a foundation already crumbling. The boy came into the world silent, eyes wide, like he already knew what kind of man his father was. Kenzo didn’t hold him right away. Kōji Suzuki came into this world crying. He didn't like how harsh the hospital room felt, or the unfamiliar feeling of his mother holding him. He was scared; the only noises he could make were screams of uncertainty and fear. He was born heavier, as his family's genes were gigantic compared to the normalcy of Japan. The mother, Ayame, didn’t expect much from him, and that’s exactly what she got. Although living together, Kenzo was rarely home.
He wasn’t cruel, to an extent. He never raised a hand to his wife. But he never showed him anything that looked like love. No birthdays, no soft words, no apologies. When he was there, he was cold, watchful, rigid, impossible to read. He spoke in clipped commands, not conversation. If his son cried, Kenzo stared, demanding him to suck it up. If he asked questions, Kenzo walked away. He had convinced himself that softness made people weak. That attention bred dependence. He didn’t want a boy clinging to him; he wanted a son who could survive.
In truth, Kenzo was afraid. The boy was a mirror he didn’t want to look into. A second chance he didn’t think he deserved. The kid smiled like him. Frowned like him. And sometimes, when the boy flinched at a loud voice or looked down when scolded, Kenzo saw himself, and developed a hatred for it.
So he stayed gone more than he stayed present. That was until his divorce from Ayame. Kōji was a troubled kid, disobeying his father and running back to his mom. Baby Kōji always ran back to his mother, even if he didn't need to. She was an essential part of his growth, showing him tenderness and care. Every time he ran back to her, he was graced with a loving hug. 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. Kenzo won that case, gaining custody of Kōji. Ayame wasn't allowed to say goodbye to her son, something that would forever haunt her. That very day, Kenzo had packed all their belongings, moving into a house on the far side of Karakura. By the time his son was five, his loathing grew stronger. Kenzo told himself that his life was for his son: to provide, to protect, to set an example. But deep down, it was for himself. For control. For order. For somewhere to put the violence that still simmered beneath his skin. Handy jobs that endured physicality gave him structure, gave him something to throw himself into without emotion, without reflection. He became a bit harsher, especially within his work.
He went back to those construction jobs, easy work to be held. He trained his body to withstand things, to withstand work forces. He was strong and determined. He had been one of the best workers in a long time.
Everything was about to change for Kenzo when his family put his younger sister up for adoption. In a house that raised the stereotypical man, they didn't want a young child, let alone a baby girl, to ruin their hard work and masculinity-filled household. Kenzo's parents didn't want a daughter, going as far as to ‘dispose of’ any younger sister he had within a week. Each time he got to know one of them, they had dissipated out of his hands. Each one, he believed, he could save. Kenzo’s heart was like glass; his sisters being taken away felt like stones being bounced against the clearness. Each day his sister was gone, his father would step in, chiming something amongst the lines of; "Women are expendable, don't bat your eyelashes toward any one of them. If you do, you’re weak, Kenzo." Although a woman, his mother stood by this logic, as there was no fighting the ‘man of the house’. Kenzo Suzuki quickly became a self loathing asshole when he was a meer child, never shown love or even a bit of kindness. He was raised in a household showered by abuse; it didn't take long for him to mimic all that was his parents' actions, let alone words. Nothing changed--even when he was sent into the military for years. If there was one chance of hope for Kenzo to change, the military seemed to crush that. He became cruder, more arrogant, and he learned to blame other people for his own misfortunes.
Kenzo Suzuki, his childhood being full of fights. He was told to “Win, or don’t bother showing that broken face of yours at home. I don’t house losers, Kenzo.” He made sure to never lose, even going as far as to injure himself in the process. Kenzo had one purpose that he was told in life: have a family, rebirth, and taste the blood of his sins. It was drilled into his mind that softness would ruin him, and that if he was gentle, he was woman-like. For fear–maybe of himself, or disappointing his father, he was rough on everyone, especially himself. He rotted himself away, him clutching to a prayer that his soul wasn’t hideous. Kenzo Suzuki suffers within himself, and he takes it out on others. He was just a child listening to his father, like a lowly sheep flocking toward a shepherd who will slaughter–Not out of hunger, but out of choice.
Kenzo’s school years were a blur of clenched fists, bitter silence, and a simmering rage that never seemed to die out. His average grades didn’t reflect his lack of intelligence; he was sharp, especially when reading people, but he’d long learned that drawing attention to himself, even through success, could invite punishment in. He stayed quiet toward the back of the classroom, barely speaking unless he had to. Authority figures reminded him too much of home; peers were threats or tools. He didn’t make friends. Instead, he picked fights. Not because he wanted to, but because it was easier to be feared than pitied.
The few teachers who tried to reach out to him and help quickly realized and backed off. Some labeled him as "aggressive," others as "unreachable." In truth, Kenzo didn’t know how to speak kindly—only how to react. He would get himself suspended a handful of times for altercations, mostly started when someone made a comment that hit too close to home—about women, about family, about weakness. He carried the world like it owed him a debt, and with each passing year, he convinced himself that emotional detachment was his strength. The only time he seemed to thrive was in gym and shop class, where he could work with his hands, channel his frustration into something tangible he could manage.
By the time he neared the end of his high school years, the future was a looming threat nearing close. College wasn’t a thought to him; he was too soft, academic, and vulnerable. He didn’t want to stay in that same neighborhood either; it reeked of horrid memories he tried to erase. One of the only adult males he didn’t actively hate was his older brother, who had joined the military previously. His brother had come back quiet, distant, but he seemed controlled. Something about that drew Kenzo in. It wasn’t discipline he craved, it was a sense of transformation.
At 18, with a backpack and barely a goodbye to the city of Tokyo, Kenzo enlisted.
Boot camp didn’t seem to faze him. Yelling? He’d heard worse at his younger ages. Physical exhaustion? It was easier to deal with than the emotional pain he had bottled up. The military didn’t break him—it sharpened what appeared to be broken. He excelled in the physical drills, combat training, and taking orders without question. Emotionally, though, he flatlined. Kenzo became what he believed a man should be in those five years of service: obedient, brutal, and unshakable. He made a name for himself as someone you didn’t mess with, someone who got things done, even if his methods were questionable. He didn’t bond with anyone, didn’t write letters home, or open up. The longer he served, the less he felt like a person.
By the time his fifth year ended, Kenzo wasn’t proud or relieved. He was numb. He returned to the world more detached than ever, uncertain how to reintegrate into a society that expected softness he was trained to suppress. The world hadn’t changed, but he had. Or at least, the boy he used to be was long gone. All that remained was a man forged from anger, silence, and iron discipline–somewhere deep beneath it all, a glimmer of guilt and longing he didn’t dare acknowledge.
Kenzo’s return to civilian life was quiet, cold, and disorienting. He settled into a small apartment on the city's edge—Karakura, not quite Tokyo, but not far enough to forget its choking presence. The streets were familiar, but he no longer belonged to them. They looked softer, slower, more forgiving. He hated them for it.
With no real qualifications besides military service, Kenzo took whatever jobs he could get: construction, security, and warehouse work. Nothing seemed to last with him. He was too intense, too quiet, too much. Employers praised his efficiency and then let him go without any warning. Co-workers kept their distance from him. He didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then, his tone often came off as threatening and detached. He wasn’t trying to be hostile. He didn’t know how to live without tension coiled beneath his skin.
Then, when he was 24, something happened that he hadn’t planned for: he became a father. The mother was someone he’d met during a park visit, Ayame, a woman who seemed drawn to his silence, maybe because she had her own. Ayame met Kenzo whilst she was a mere 20, still in school. He was 23 and was fresh out of the military. He sat down, admiring the woman. His heart fluttered seeing her beauty. He didn’t mind her age, but the woman in front of him was unfamiliar waters. They clicked, something that Kenzo had never experienced in his life. For once, he had treated a woman with respect--he was changing. There was genuine compassion and love in his eyes, for his fear was slowly dissipating.
Ayame’s pregnancy was unplanned, and Kenzo was terrified. Kenzo didn't know what kind of father he could be—if any. His bloodline was stained. His upbringing was a handbook on how not to parent. Things change, whereas some revert back to their original state. Ayame was pregnant, only after a few months of talking to him. Kenzo was mad, as he did not want to have a child with her. he started to make rude comments, almost getting physical with the woman. He yelled at her every day, yelling hurtful things that caused her to shed tears. Each tear shed over Kenzo, each time Ayame cried, could fill an entire ocean and still have a steady stream. He almost forced her to have an abortion, her foot finally coming down to him. She sternly told him that she was going to have this child, whether he wanted to or not. The last thing that was muttered to her, “If it’s a girl, I’m not fucking raising that bitch. I’ll pay, but I do not want to have a daughter.”
Being a father didn’t fix Kenzo; it only added another fracture to a foundation already crumbling. The boy came into the world silent, eyes wide, like he already knew what kind of man his father was. Kenzo didn’t hold him right away. Kōji Suzuki came into this world crying. He didn't like how harsh the hospital room felt, or the unfamiliar feeling of his mother holding him. He was scared; the only noises he could make were screams of uncertainty and fear. He was born heavier, as his family's genes were gigantic compared to the normalcy of Japan. The mother, Ayame, didn’t expect much from him, and that’s exactly what she got. Although living together, Kenzo was rarely home.
He wasn’t cruel, to an extent. He never raised a hand to his wife. But he never showed him anything that looked like love. No birthdays, no soft words, no apologies. When he was there, he was cold, watchful, rigid, impossible to read. He spoke in clipped commands, not conversation. If his son cried, Kenzo stared, demanding him to suck it up. If he asked questions, Kenzo walked away. He had convinced himself that softness made people weak. That attention bred dependence. He didn’t want a boy clinging to him; he wanted a son who could survive.
In truth, Kenzo was afraid. The boy was a mirror he didn’t want to look into. A second chance he didn’t think he deserved. The kid smiled like him. Frowned like him. And sometimes, when the boy flinched at a loud voice or looked down when scolded, Kenzo saw himself, and developed a hatred for it.
So he stayed gone more than he stayed present. That was until his divorce from Ayame. Kōji was a troubled kid, disobeying his father and running back to his mom. Baby Kōji always ran back to his mother, even if he didn't need to. She was an essential part of his growth, showing him tenderness and care. Every time he ran back to her, he was graced with a loving hug. 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. Kenzo won that case, gaining custody of Kōji. Ayame wasn't allowed to say goodbye to her son, something that would forever haunt her. That very day, Kenzo had packed all their belongings, moving into a house on the far side of Karakura. By the time his son was five, his loathing grew stronger. Kenzo told himself that his life was for his son: to provide, to protect, to set an example. But deep down, it was for himself. For control. For order. For somewhere to put the violence that still simmered beneath his skin. Handy jobs that endured physicality gave him structure, gave him something to throw himself into without emotion, without reflection. He became a bit harsher, especially within his work.
He went back to those construction jobs, easy work to be held. He trained his body to withstand things, to withstand work forces. He was strong and determined. He had been one of the best workers in a long time.
General knowledge
Can you legally own a pocket knife in Karakura?
“No, not unless you wanna be charged with possession of an illegal weapon. If someone had a pocket knife on them, I would seize it. It is a felony after all.” He paused, a grin forming on his face. “The crime would be ¥150,000 in total, correct?”
Name 5 medical items that do NOT require a prescription
“Doesn’t require a prescription? There are a few, but five would be. . . “ Kenzo thought, recalling a few different items and their prices. He paused, but his tone had confidence within. “Paracetemol, which costs one thousand five hundred yen for a single pack. Reading glasses for four thousand yen. Both hearing aids and a wooden cane cost seven thousand yen. Cough syrup costs six thousand yen. I can explain what each one does if ya’ need.”
If you see your co-workers physically abusing an inmate, what should you do?
“Well, I wouldn’t just stand by and watch my coworker do what they are doing. Firstly, I would try and contact my fellow higher-ups via the radio, waiting to see what my next orders should be. Next, if no orders have been spoken to me, I would make sure that my body camera was on, assessing the room to see if there were any cameras that had been capturing the moment prior to when I had arrived. I would make sure to remember all of the protocol that I had been trained to do. I know that documenting everything in a situation like this is key.” Kenzo would pause, allowing himself to put himself into that situation. He shifted in his seat, closing his eyes as he immersed himself in the scenario. “I would act fast, figuring out the exact tools I need depending how how the situation is playing out. If I have received no further orders from that moment on, I would first try and separate the co-workers from the inmate. If nothing else prevails, I would force myself between them, attempting to help the inmate back into their cell. I would call for EMS to check up on all parties involved. I would then make a report to my higher-ups telling them the exact details of what I had seen.”
What should you do if you see your co-worker being assaulted?
Kenzo thought for a second, using his prior knowledge and experiences to think about the question. “Personally, I would want to fight back and help my fellow co-worker, but that wouldn’t be the correct impulse for me to act upon. I think that instead of acting without reason, I would rely on both my body camera and the fact that my fellow co-worker was trained. I would try and radio for backup, paying attention to the two, taking a note of who is hurt, and if there was a way for me to help the situation.” He appeared to be calm while he talked. He was practically sitting still, staring at the person interviewing him. “If I see my fellow co-worker losing the upper hand, I would make sure my taser was quickly drawn, telling the assailant that I would fire if they did not stop. If they continued to not listen to my instructions, I wouldn’t hesitate to fire the taser at the person. Once they have been tased, I would make sure that all their weapons have been removed from their hands, calling for EMS and backup if anyone was severely hurt.”
What do you do if you find out that your co-worker is corrupt and is helping criminal organizations?
Kenzo's brows furrowed, his glare becoming more serious. “Corruption runs deep here, don’t it?” He paused, allowing a sigh to escape him. “You see, I’ve dealt with corrupt people, especially when I was working in the military. I would carefully and secretly investigate the individual whom I believe is behind the corruption. Filing each and every bit of private information I could find. Once I receive said further information, I would ask for an investigation report–I would I would take it up in a neat manner, going straight to the higher authorities within my division. I would show them all of the data and proof I had previously filed in, making sure the information was in the order that it had happened in.”
How would you react to a criminal trying to bribe you?
Accepting that bribe would be the same as those corrupt people in the industry. I would deny it immediately, checking to see if my body camera was recording. I would make sure to verbally tell them that you ‘could not bribe me’ while handing them a fine for ¥10,000.” He offered a smile, a sly one that had seemingly been plastered upon his face. “You see, if the individual would continue to persist in their bribe, I would attempt an arrest of the person, their bail being around ¥100,000.”
side note:
Grammarly was used for this application for grammar checking!
“No, not unless you wanna be charged with possession of an illegal weapon. If someone had a pocket knife on them, I would seize it. It is a felony after all.” He paused, a grin forming on his face. “The crime would be ¥150,000 in total, correct?”
Name 5 medical items that do NOT require a prescription
“Doesn’t require a prescription? There are a few, but five would be. . . “ Kenzo thought, recalling a few different items and their prices. He paused, but his tone had confidence within. “Paracetemol, which costs one thousand five hundred yen for a single pack. Reading glasses for four thousand yen. Both hearing aids and a wooden cane cost seven thousand yen. Cough syrup costs six thousand yen. I can explain what each one does if ya’ need.”
If you see your co-workers physically abusing an inmate, what should you do?
“Well, I wouldn’t just stand by and watch my coworker do what they are doing. Firstly, I would try and contact my fellow higher-ups via the radio, waiting to see what my next orders should be. Next, if no orders have been spoken to me, I would make sure that my body camera was on, assessing the room to see if there were any cameras that had been capturing the moment prior to when I had arrived. I would make sure to remember all of the protocol that I had been trained to do. I know that documenting everything in a situation like this is key.” Kenzo would pause, allowing himself to put himself into that situation. He shifted in his seat, closing his eyes as he immersed himself in the scenario. “I would act fast, figuring out the exact tools I need depending how how the situation is playing out. If I have received no further orders from that moment on, I would first try and separate the co-workers from the inmate. If nothing else prevails, I would force myself between them, attempting to help the inmate back into their cell. I would call for EMS to check up on all parties involved. I would then make a report to my higher-ups telling them the exact details of what I had seen.”
What should you do if you see your co-worker being assaulted?
Kenzo thought for a second, using his prior knowledge and experiences to think about the question. “Personally, I would want to fight back and help my fellow co-worker, but that wouldn’t be the correct impulse for me to act upon. I think that instead of acting without reason, I would rely on both my body camera and the fact that my fellow co-worker was trained. I would try and radio for backup, paying attention to the two, taking a note of who is hurt, and if there was a way for me to help the situation.” He appeared to be calm while he talked. He was practically sitting still, staring at the person interviewing him. “If I see my fellow co-worker losing the upper hand, I would make sure my taser was quickly drawn, telling the assailant that I would fire if they did not stop. If they continued to not listen to my instructions, I wouldn’t hesitate to fire the taser at the person. Once they have been tased, I would make sure that all their weapons have been removed from their hands, calling for EMS and backup if anyone was severely hurt.”
What do you do if you find out that your co-worker is corrupt and is helping criminal organizations?
Kenzo's brows furrowed, his glare becoming more serious. “Corruption runs deep here, don’t it?” He paused, allowing a sigh to escape him. “You see, I’ve dealt with corrupt people, especially when I was working in the military. I would carefully and secretly investigate the individual whom I believe is behind the corruption. Filing each and every bit of private information I could find. Once I receive said further information, I would ask for an investigation report–I would I would take it up in a neat manner, going straight to the higher authorities within my division. I would show them all of the data and proof I had previously filed in, making sure the information was in the order that it had happened in.”
How would you react to a criminal trying to bribe you?
Accepting that bribe would be the same as those corrupt people in the industry. I would deny it immediately, checking to see if my body camera was recording. I would make sure to verbally tell them that you ‘could not bribe me’ while handing them a fine for ¥10,000.” He offered a smile, a sly one that had seemingly been plastered upon his face. “You see, if the individual would continue to persist in their bribe, I would attempt an arrest of the person, their bail being around ¥100,000.”
side note:
Grammarly was used for this application for grammar checking!
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