xXXuanderXx
Level 14



IGN:
xXXuander05Xx (Account I’m applying on.)
xXXuanderXx
oIXuanderIo
Describe your activity on the server:
I am currently an active member of the SRP community, spending approximately 4 - 5 hours a day on the server. Despite this, my hours do tend to exceed this time depending on whether there’s something I have to do, such as college work. Currently, most of my time is split between two accounts, xXXuanderXx and xXXuander05Xx, as on my main (xXXuanderXx), I am currently a part of the football team, while on the second, I engage in criminal and gang roleplay. Some of the things that I try to take part in while I’m on the server are things such as roleplaying within the community, participating in server-wide events, and taking part in smaller-scale events created by the players to develop more lore for my characters. Additionally, I currently take part in GangRP, and this has been a major part of my time on the server. It has created many fun and interesting lore for characters that you can’t always experience elsewhere. Along with this, I’ve helped in the planning of some UVG/Street gang events on the server during my time in Immertreu Verein and Forelli. This has become one of my favourite things to do, as it shows the crime side of the server to those who don’t often RP like this, or even the new players that have recently entered the server.
Playtime
This is on my xXXuander05Xx account, one that I recently started using a whole lot more.
This is my xXXuanderXx account, one that I have used since joining the server three years ago.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
My Discord user name is Orange_tm, and I currently have a working microphone. That, I am willing to use, to communicate within the faction.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
United Kingdom, BST/GMT
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
1. Roleplay and experience
One of my motivations for applying for the role of Black Market Dealer on the server is to have the chance to experience something new, along with a new faction that I’ve not yet had the chance to experience. Along with this, it will keep my interest in the crime side alive and build upon the things that I can do or experience. Being a part of BMD means more involvement in the crime businesses as I’ve already been a part of Ikigai club, Nexus, and a contractee in the past for Fight Club. With the role of Black Market Dealer, this further adds to my participation in CrimeRp and GangRp. Along with this, I will be able to further my roleplay on the character and deepen their lore; whether this be by interacting with others or even experiencing roleplay with other dealers as being a part of the organization, since this would be different to previous interactions as I would be a part of them and not a simple member of a gang.
2. Events
Another reason that builds into my motivation for becoming a part of the faction is creating events and even partaking in such via other black market dealers, myself, or other gangs. Events are one of my favourite things in the crime factions as developing drama, building upon it, and even roleplaying the effects are enjoyable for me. Not only does the picture capture my attention, but the smallest of ideas, such as creating events to develop the story of a character or multiple, holds my attention and drives me to go for more. I’d love to offer my help to create more interesting server-wide events or even in the community as a Black Market Dealer.
3. Developing further into my character and others
Furthermore, the development of my currently existing character would play a major factor in my motivation, as I would love to build more upon him. For example, allowing him to be on the BMD of roleplay, along with helping others, such as distributing weapons, building more lore into the character. Being in this faction would allow me to develop stories that would not exactly be easy or possible outside of the BMD. In addition to this, I believe it would be fun to experience and build further into the crime side of my character, as being a part of a gang can only take your character so far.
4. Other motivations
There are many other motivations that I have for applying to this faction, one of them simply being that crime and GangRP is a large part of my time on the server. Along with this being something that has become so common and normal experience on the server, I tend to spend majority of my time roleplaying out fights on both my gang characters in terms of brawls, while also jock fights on my main account. In addition to the crime lifestyle, there are a plethora of reasons such as CrimeRP piques my interest, past experience with the dealers that were enjoyable and reminiscing on the time that I want to give to others, and also being able to showcase that I am more than just a gang member and that I can do more.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
Something that makes me stand out compared to the other applicants is my ability to quickly read and adapt to a situation depending on the scenario. This is due to my vast experience in criminal roleplay and gang roleplay (over three years worth), and experiencing many types of these situations before. An example of this being beneficial is knowing how to handle a situation if it were to go south. This would allow me to remain secretive as a black market dealer, which is essential to this faction from my perspective. Another way that I stand out against other applicants would be my willingness to take part in and create events. As previously mentioned, creating events is one of my favourite parts of the faction and overall side of GangRP. I will spend hours, even days, trying to create events that would be fun for the community to take part in while also displaying crime to those not on this particular side of the server. I have gained experience planning events in Immertreu, creating the two most recent UVG/Street gang events that they have been a part of, and coming up with the idea and motive behind it all.
In conclusion, experience in the overall faction and criminal side of the server is something that will make me stand out due to knowing the ins and outs. I’ve been GangRPing for over three years, maybe a little more by now, and I’ve had my fair share of experiences that I’ve taken and learned from, whether they ended poorly or worked in my favour. They (the experiences) have helped me grow and develop in terms of GangRP, along with the server overall.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
IRL
1. School group work
One of the most common experiences that I have working in a team OOCLY is with people in group projects in school. Ranging from a task assigned via a teacher, or even creating large projects that require me to be done with something by a specific date, I have learned responsibility and working in a team. This has given me the experience of time management along with communicating with others to ensure that my responsibility is completed and correct, making the workload easier for everyone, as well as getting the work done by a deadline.
2. School Sport
Being a part of a school sport played a key part in my learning how to work as a team with others. This is due to the games that were played consisted of needing to read the rules and communicating with the other members to ensure that we (the team) were winning or being successful. Although being a part of a sports team for only a short amount of time, I learned basic teamwork skills along with developing my communication skills with others.
SRP
1. Swim team captain/football team
While being on SRP, one of the biggest things that I have taken part in on the server is being a team captain for the swim team and being an interim captain for football. This has helped me a lot with developing my teamwork, along with communication skills, as a captain required to speak to a larger audience. While being a part of this team and also being its captain, I learned that suggesting ideas along with taking in others' feedback allows me to make something more enjoyable or creative for others. For example, ideas on events or my character can further provide an experience for others, as we can act on said ideas depending on how those react. Overall, it showcased that receiving and giving feedback on a topic helps out a team to better something that may be an issue or could overall be improved upon. However, this is not the only thing that I learned as captain, as being in a position of leadership gave me the experience of being a leader and taking charge of a situation. This was a major learning experience for me as it showed that being a leader wasn’t just being bossy, but taking charge when it was needed while ensuring that everyone else was having fun.
2. Club-Leader
Though I was not a club leader for a great amount of time on the server, it has still taught me a few important things. One of them was that working in a team allows you to be more efficient in situations, as you can help one another out if needed. In addition, I also gained knowledge that working alone wasn’t always the easiest or the best option in certain scenarios, as many people can suggest ideas or create solutions that will come to be useful. Once again, being a club leader allowed me to have more insight in being a leader even if it wasn’t for the longest of times. This was the start of learning how to properly plan an event and execute it smoothly, even taking feedback if it was necessary.
3. Government Faction
The government faction is something that I have taken part in during my time on the server, and it was an all-around fun experience while I was part of it. I learned a few things in the faction, such as communicating when to do something, especially when I was involved in a situation much like a criminal trial or a lawsuit created by a player on the server. The communication that I learned, along with listening skills, helped me smoothly get through trials and take part in the faction. In addition, the government faction taught me how to ask for assistance if I was confused about a topic or stuck, as many times there was something that confused me, and simply asking a question solved it all. Overall, this was a fun learning experience and assisted me with later things while on the server.
4. Criminal Roleplay / Gang Roleplay
Being a part of the GangRP community has taught me a lot about communication, leadership skills, and even teamwork. The main thing that I have learned is to communicate when something has gone wrong, especially when someone has messed up and done something that they cannot do. It has taught me that you can sort out situations on the server without always getting staff involved as long as both parties are willing to communicate and talk. Not only has it taught me that, but it has helped me become better at communicating my ideas with others, as I love helping and creating, as mentioned a few times throughout this application. It has helped me learn things such as finding a middle ground and something that everyone will enjoy, not just me. As this faction is largely based upon the community along with interactions with them, I believe that I’ve also learned how to communicate with other gang leads to create events for example: Sinnerous vs Immertreu, while also putting twists onto it and trying to build some sort of bigger drama and bringing the fun to criminal roleplay without making it feel just PVP based.
Overall, this has been a large factor in learning many different skills that I would need for working in a team, whether this be as simple as leading a gang with a few friends or even communicating with others to have fun with a silly little event that we’ve planned.
Overall
These are all the skills that I’ve learned during my three years on SRP and outside of it! Each of them plays a part in my skills in teamwork and communication throughout the server and outside of it.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Bmds being more involved with gangs
Although the black market are the weapon sellers towards the gang members, not everyone will always get the chance to interact with them outside of that. Although this might be a little difficult considering the number of gangs and members, I think that they would be able to be involved more than they currently are by doing something simple. An example of this could be something along the lines of the black market giving riddles to multiple gangs via the ikigai gang channel, creating competition or even conflicts between the groups as they are fighting to achieve something more than just a turf. This could later lead to more conflict with the organisations that are challenging one another, but also creating a fun roleplay-based experience at the same time.
A second suggestion could be something along the lines of a paid job or requesting assistance in something such as a high profiled target Although, bountys hunters are already there to assist the black market some situations it might be better to involve a gang just to experience that little bit of roleplay that might not be too common with normal members or even the higher-ups while also developing connections to the gang.
Businesses
Fight Club
One of my suggestions for Fight Club has already been a thing in the past when it was owned by one of the previous owners. Though I am unsure if it’s going to happen again or if it’s in the works currently, so I’m going to suggest it anyway! The idea that I’m suggesting is bringing back gang tournaments or representative fights. The reasons this would be a good idea is because it would be a good way to ignite rivalries between gangs, maybe causing more interaction and more lore events between the two of them. Although there are potential problems with this such as the style of gang or even the problem of identities being revealed, the gang would have the choice to decline and fill in that spot with an application for another gang to fill that spot or maybe that could be the process to join in upon it while once more sending personal invites to the Street and Organised gangs. I think that it would be fun for gangs to once more take part in a tournament like this while also sparking the rivalry that there once was from simple events such as this.
Street Racing
The suggestions that I have for this business are to once more allow something like the previous one, allowing street racing organisations to take part with a few members, along with the black market street racers. For example, everyone would put money into a pot before racing around a route that is created, and the winner collects the cash prize. This idea would make the street racing scene more competitive and give this style of gang something to compete over that isn’t another turf on the server, as it’s not everyone’s goal.
Nexus
Nexus is a place that I currently work at on one of my characters. Although it’s not opened very often, I think a fun thing that could be done with it is private openings for organisations that have done something large, such as an event that puts a target on their back. This would allow people at Nexus to gain money as organisations could pay them to hide out there for a little while, the heat dies down, or even for large events to rent the place out to host something that could be important to the organisation. A simple idea of this would be something like a celebration for something that they have recently done or achieved.
Events
I think gangs should have more chances to experience events with the black market, whether this be small or on a larger scale. This would allow more roleplay and interaction between the organisations. I understand that not all gangs would be approached by the black market to take part in an event, but something fun could be given to the whole faction to make it more fun and interactive. An example could be something like a riddle that is thrown into the ikigai server, and the person who solves it gets something, such as a prize or even the chance to take part in something, such as a bigger event. This would overall cause more roleplay and competition.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes. I am very familiar with the rules related to weapon profiles, combat mechanics, permissions, and player conduct within the server. Over the course of three years(3+), I have taken the time to read the rules, as well as thoroughly checking over them. If I was unaware of a rule listed, I would request assistance as I understand how important it is to abide by these rules.
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 am completely aware that if I leave the black market faction at any point, the current faction lead will gain kill permissions upon my character. This is a risk that I’m willing to take to be a part of the faction, Crime does not come without a risk; I’ve learned this over my past three years on the server. The risk is worth the reward if I am accepted into this 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 completely familiar with this rule and the reason behind it. If my character is killed or permanently arrested twice, I acknowledge that this would result in my removal from the black market faction. I view this as a necessary consequence to keep the faction balance and fair for other players. It encourages people to take risks, maintain caution, and value the consequences of their actions.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I very familiar with this rule as I have been in many other factions that have the same rule of not leaking any out-of-character plans or potential additions to the faction and or community. All of these plans will be kept to myself and passed on to nobody else outside of the faction, as it would simply risk me being removed from the faction or even further punishment on the server.


“You wish to ask personal questions? You drive a hard bargain for a simple game of chance.”
Full Legal Name:
Ryosuke sat in the dimly lit room, the hum of a flickering light overhead. He tapped his index finger slowly onto the wooden desk before him. Each knock was sharp and deliberate. It was like a clock ticking but there wasn’t a clock in the room. His eyes were shadowed by the tilt of his head, glancing towards the table. Blankly staring forward, his demeanor was unreadable.
“You’re aware this is a simple question to ask, yes?”
He whispered, the corner of his lips twitching
“I’ve gone by many names throughout my life, however, if you’re asking for the one currently spread across government files. . .”
He inhaled, relatively slowly. His breath steady, a moment after the man leaned forward, resting his forearm upon the desk. The faint scratch of his coat fabric brushing against the wood of the table.
“Ryosuke Kirishiki.”
He finally spoke his name, his voice calm, however laced with something cold, what it was only he would know.
“That’s the one the world knows, the world gave me. The one they still remember, if they were to remember anything at all, that is.”
The man reached out for a pen that was held in a container nearby, pressing lightly, forcing a click to be heard around the silent room. He started to scribble on a sheet of paper, it was his signature, ‘Ryosuke Kirishiki.’
Criminal Alias:
A laugh seemed to erupt from the male’s lips, it was sudden, sharp, and hollow. It seemed to have echoed across the room, empty walls of the dimly lit room. He leaned back into his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his fingers interlaced. The contrast to his earlier monotone composure, for a brief moment, it was as if he was amused by the question, or perhaps by the absurdity of how many names he had worn. Then, just as quickly as the laughter entered the room, it exited. Silence engulfed the room as his body shifted forward once more, elbows resting against the desk, his hands folded together neatly. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was debating whether to share the name at all.
“Criminal Alias? Yes?”
He parroted slowly, it was almost as if he was mocking the question asked of him. Perhaps, he was thinking?
“I’ve gone over a plentiful number of names, Names given to those who feared me, names I whispered into the ears before I dispersed, but as of now? The name I’ve chosen?”
He paused once more, one of his hands reached slowly into his coat pocket, pulling out a worn matchbook. He struck one, the flame flickered to life, casting the shadow of himself to the wall.
“OBORO.”
He finally stated, his voice low, layered with intent.
“It means Haze... Or mist. Fitting, No? Something unclear, always there but never in reach. That’s how I move, that’s how I survive.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult
role)
A slow, steady tapping sound echoed off the table, the dull sound of one’s fingernails brushing against the back of a phone case. The man sat with one leg lazily over the other. His gaze lowered in thought, his index finger continued to dance across the phone’s edges as the question settled.
“Age. . . This is such a question that means no value, it holds so little when time itself is just another currency being traded, wouldn’t you agree?”
He let the silence engulf the room once more, basking in it for a moment or two before continuing
“Still, if you must know, I’m currently twenty-four(24)years of age. Not too young to be naive, nor too old to be irrelevant. Just the right age to move into a space where most wouldn’t dare to look at.”
The tapping came quickly to a stop, his thumb pressing against the back of his phone now, more specifically, the center. A grin crept across his face, not one of joy, however one of amusement at the mundanity of the question compared to the world he operated in.
“Occupation? Not quite one for name tags, I’m afraid.”
He said, leaning to rest his arm upon the desk once more
“I used to work at a small flower shop once. . . Kirei Hana. Beautiful little place, sold peace to people who didn’t even know they needed it. Funny how that feels like a past life now.”
His gaze darkened slightly, lips curling into something more cryptic.
“Since then, I have carved out my own path. Found less. . . Legal avenues to make ends meet. Profit isn’t entirely hard to come by if you know where to look, you know. And even while, when you’re not afraid to dig into dirt others would avoid, you’ll realize something.”
Gender & Marital Status:
There was a long pause, one that was undetermined why, it was long enough for the soft tap of a fingernail to scratch against the surface of the table and be audibly heard by the walls. A deep breath followed, faint, but it was intentional. I was like he was preparing for a truth long since.
“Married? No.”
His voice cut the air, low and composed.
“Ties are like distractions in this world. Attachments, in theory, are beautiful. However, realistically? They are distracting. Love gives others something to take from you, and I don’t want to give people anything.”
A faint scoff was heard, though there was no humour behind it. Only fact.
“I’ve seen what relationships can do to a person, what relationships do to men in this line of work. They make promises they can’t keep. So no, I’m not married, nor will be anytime soon.”
There was a shift in his chair, the sleeve of his coat brushing against the edge of the desk, rather faintly.
“As for gender? I’m a male. I go by he, or him. Pick your poison, that part’s simple.”
He tapped his finger once more across the table, then fell silent, as if he were waiting. His eyes were distant. Clearly, his mind was elsewhere.
Ethnicity & Race:
The room lingered in silence, only broken by a faint rustle of Ryosuke’s adjustment of his sleeves. Then, came a soft chuckle, quiet, dry, and tinged with a strange sense of distance. It wasn’t humour he expressed, rather something more reflective, a memory perhaps, or... Lacking one.
“My country of origin is Russia.”
He leaned back, his back was flat to the chair. He slowly crossed his arms as his gaze drifted elsewhere over the interviewer’s shoulder.
“Though, truthfully? I remember very little of it. The streets, the language, the people, it’s all become like a haze. Like a dream you can’t quite hold on to.”
A short-lived pause within his speech filled the air before he continued. This time, he was more subdued
“I was moved at a young age, bounced between a vast number of places. Russia may be where I was from, but it’s not where I was raised. It’s not where I became who I am. I’ve forgotten how to speak the language fluently.”
A mocking smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Funny how you can tell. Something so central, who you are, can just... Slip away.”
He didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t necessarily have to. The silence that followed his words were clear enough.
Known Languages:
The amused expression across his face lingered for quite some time, like a final flicker of a candle before the flame burned out. His eyes settled forward, sharp, unwavering. It matched the same stone-cold demeanor cloaking his presence, like it was a second skin.
“Although I maybe Russian by origin, I’ve grown accustomed to other languages, perhaps detached from what I was prior.”
He spoke slowly, thoughtfully, as if each word had to be selected ever so carefully with a delicate precision.
“Time itself is dulled, fluency to fragments, a tongue I once knew now buried under decades of silence.”
A finger traced slow circles against the table, and a beat passed before he continued. His voice was now neutral, it was as if he was determined, calculating something.
“But language is a blade, you sharpen the ones you need, the ones you require.”
Light tapping began to fill the room, followed by a hum. The man’s voice remained neutral as he spoke out once more.
“I’ve since learned German, Korean, and JSL, and naturally Japanese. It’s less about identity, now. It’s more so about utility, each one has its use, depending on who’s in front of me and what they want.”
A slight tilt of the head followed, it was almost rhetorical.
“But, I suppose none of that matters, does it?”
The final sentence lingered for a moment, half-spoken or half-challenging... It was like a test that he knew the answer to.
Former Associations/Occupations:
The subtle glow of his phone’s screen washed faintly over his face, a shadow crossed his cheekbones. His gaze, which was previously distracted, had refocused. Though not without visible hesitation. There was a guardedness to him, something seemed to be laced between the lines of silence, what it was, was unreadable. However, it was as if each word that was spoken was considered with a cost. There was a trace of disdain that flickered in his eyes.
“Former associations. .”
He leaned back partially, his coat creaking with the shift of his mass. The low hum of a silence filled the space before his voice reached the surface, this time, it was colder and more calculated.
“I was once involved with the organization known as Immertreu Verein.”
A pause was provided, and his voice tightened
“Served as a leadership member, I knew the faces, the names, the games all too well.”
His fingers tapped against the desk once again, this time it was a rhythmic motion. Eventually, the tapping stopped as he let out a faint exhale, his expression darkening.
“But being surrounded by wolves eventually teaches you a lesson. You must be alone to go anywhere. I left. Not out of fear, no, but out of necessity. You’ll realize something, it’s easier to disappear when no one knows what direction you’ll walk in.”
Another silence, this time, it was colder, it was heavy on the shoulders. Kirishiki didn’t seem to move, not an inch. Didn’t blink at all, just a cold stare into the eyes of the interviewer, as if he were a statue. A smile carved its way on his lips, fragile but unnerving. Then, finally, he moved. It was a deliberate movement, it was a slow movement. One hand reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a small piece of paper, similar in shape to a notecard. It was in large, bold letters, capitalized. Once he finished, he raised the paper towards the dim light, the ink clear. It said ‘IMMERTREU VEREIN’ he then let the page slip from his fingers, it floated down like a feather in the wind, landing atop the desk with a quiet rustle.
“I’m sure there’s a name that still is spoken through those certain corridors, however.”
He muttered, almost with amusement
.
“Those who know? They know.”
He shifted once more on the chair, as if brushing off the dust that he’d have collected on him as time went on. He continued in a more indifferent tone.
“As for occupations. . .”
His fingers drummed once more against the table, similarly to earlier, before retrieving the pen he used countless times during this. The faint click of the pen echoed in the silence, then it was passed down, landing with a thud. He leaned in now, his eyes narrowed.
“Kirei Hana. A flower shop. I sold roses there, of all things.”
A dry chuckle came from his mouth, missing warmth.
“Now, I must grow to different sorts of arrangements, Ones that may not belong in a vase.”
Highest Level of Education:
The faint rhythm of a pen tapping against the tabletop carried through the dimly lit room. It was sharp, it was methodical. It was like there was a metronome ticking in time with Kirishiki’s thoughts. His gaze remained as he fixated on a point beyond the walls. He had always preferred being the one asking questions, rather than being asked. It was more so the pace was controlled, the narrative was clear, but now, under the microscope, he had almost seemed disinterested. Yes, the pen never stopped moving. Tap, Tap, Tap. Eventually, a soft exhale was exerted. The tapping came to a halt, a new sound came up. It was the scraping of paper, his handwriting flowing with purpose.
“Education. . .”
A subtle scoff was heard, accompanied with the word. It was like he found the answer amusing. Pointless, even.
“My highest level of education is a Master’s Degree in Law.”
He paused for a moment, the corner of his lip twitched upward slightly.
“Though, I dropped out shortly after. The system had nothing left to teach me.”
His eyes flickered up with an unseen gaze, his expression was unreadable.
“You’ll find the real lessons aren’t taught in a classroom, anyway.”
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Physical
Kirishiki adjusted his head, lighting up his face with the dim light in the room. A ray of light shining upon his face, revealing his facial features that were nothing but a story of past events, a tale to later be told. His hand elevating, pointer finger tapping against the remains of an old fight, dropping it back to his side, remaining calm and collected. Contrary to the hand that was clenched into a ball, tense and ready to strike at any moment.
“A scar rests under my left eye, revealing nothing but a tale of a lost battle.”
A breath escaped his lips, his fist unclenching as his hand was placed onto the table. Rhythmic tapping once more filled the room, becoming a distraction to avoid the anger that bubbled inside of him.
“My unfortunate self experienced the wrath of Zeus. Maybe karma for the previous things I’ve done.”
Abruptly, the tapping came to a stop, silence engulfing the room. Kirishiki patiently waited for the next question.
Slash across his left eye - During his early days in crime, Kirishiki started meddling in someone else's business. Revealing the truth of an opponent's identity that later got him into a life-threatening fight in which a knife was revealed from his opponent's pocket, later slashing across his eyes and permanently scarring them. Although, lucky enough to avoid anything major or the loss of sight in one eye.
Nerve damage in his right arm - Luck was not in his favour as the shockwaves of lightning boomed across Karakura, Kirishiki, and a friend was unfortunate enough to experience a lightning strike that originally knocked him unconscious before later waking up with difficulty moving his right arm, even after prolonged use of it. Never once did it return to its prime state, being weaker than his left hand, and it came with many struggles.
Mental Ailments
A light tapping once more reverberated across the walls of the dimly lit room, drawing out the silence that had once engulfed the room. Leaning over and placing his arm onto the desk, facing the interviewer with a stone-cold face, lacking any signs of life. Remaining calm and collected, not once showing a sign of agitation like previously.
“More personal questions? The answer to it remains shrouded, even to me.”
The tapping became more rhythmic as his fingers danced along the table as if copying the beating of his heart.
“I’m not diagnosed with a mental Ailment, nothing is on my government files.”
ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder)(Undiagnosed) - This condition developed at a very young age in Kirishiki’s life, causing him to be detached from any sort of emotions. Many signs of ASPD are shown from the man, common ones being the disregard for those that are around him, a lack of care for them or their feelings, and constantly manipulating them for his self-gain. These are issues that many people have mentioned to him before, but never once has the man listened and gone to get them checked out by a professional.
Anger issues - Anger is an old friend of Kirishiki, coming back to haunt him at the worst of points. Even after making many attempts to keep it under control, eventually it would bubble up inside him before bursting out to those unfortunate enough to be within his vicinity. Although not harmful during the time of an outburst, Kirishiki will say things that are not meaningful to those who are close to him.
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
His eyes pierced through the interviewer, looking through them like they were nothing. Holding himself more important than the person before him, faintly drumming his pointer finger against the wooden desk before him. Hindering it for only a moment as if pondering over answering this question, family was a weakness, a way to manipulate him, or even hold leverage over him. His tone was sharp, holding nothing but venom in each word that was spoken.
“ You wish to know of a weakness? A card that you can play against me?”
The drumming continued along the table, tapping to fill the void of noise in the room. His hand reached to take the pen from the table, leaning over and taking the sheet on which his name was once written and circling his last name ‘Kirishiki’.
“The weakness you wish to know of is the Kirishiki family.”
Hesitant with his words, although truthful with each one of them. A distaste left in his mouth at the simple mention of a weakness that could be exploited, but alas, his words remained cold.
“Though my line of work is shrouded by the mist that envelopes me, they know nothing of it.”
The paper that was once held, shown to the person before him, floated down gracefully. Silent as it touched the surface of the table, not disturbing the light tapping of his finger.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
A displeased scowl grew across the male’s face like a shadow, creasing the skin between his eyebrows. As he halted the rhythmic tapping of his pen, a slight shift in posture was seen. His fingers dipped into his coat pocket, retrieving a small, compact mirror. The way he inspected his face wasn’t out of the ordinary, it was calculation. It was assessing damage to a mask he’d worn for who knew how long.
“You want a description. . Of me?”
His voice was calm. However, beneath it was a subtle edge of mockery.
“I am everywhere yet nowhere. I am hidden in plain sight amongst the crowds you pass on your way to work. You would never notice me until it was too late.”
A short, bitter chuckle escaped the male's mouth.
“But if you must know..”
Ryosuke Kirishiki stood at a height of six feet, four inches tall. His posture was disciplined, his presence was composed. Strands of golden-blond hair fell messily across his face, drooping down to his eyes. Occasionally, swept to the side, though, most often left to hang over the left eye, the faded scar that diagonally cut across his left eye was covered by his hair. The scar was not subtle, however, it was not grotesque. It was just enough to invite questions that he’d never answer.
His features are angular and symmetrical, like they were carved for a reason. His cheekbones were sharp, his jawline defined, and a pair of caramel-hued eyes in the middle that gave a piercing glance with every glance. Ryosuke’s eyes lacked any sense of warmth, they scanned the area like surveillance cameras uncovering a crime. He rarely speaks, unless it is deemed necessary.
Beneath his clothing, a trail of scars along the length of his right arm, forked, jagged. These scars were evidence of a lightning strike that had left more than nerve damage. The skin around them has a glass, his left wrist had a bracelet, beaded with cobalt blue orbs. In the center was a glass talisman. His right wrist had a worn-down watch; what happened to it, nobody truly knew.
In terms of clothing? Ryosuke was very versatile, but also calculated. He doesn’t adhere to a singular aesthetic, but rather adjusts his attire based on occasion. What stays consistent is his emerald green coloring. It was a shade that lingered with almost every outfit worn by him, whether it be subtle like a jacket lining or a scarf.
“Green suits me. Reminds me of snakes, quiet, deadly, misunderstood.”
When on business, particularly in the crime realm, he tends to dress up nicer than usual. A reinforced overcoat with stitched-in compartments, gloves to remove a fingerprint. Every piece of his appearance is intentional, created for utility, intimidation, or misdirection.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
On the surface, Ryosuke Kirishiki seemed approachable. He even seemed charismatic. He spoke with a gentle tone, smiled at all the right moments, and mimed the sense of human warmth like a performance. His bubbly exterior, the jokes he makes with friends, the polite nods, and the thoughtful conversations serve as a well-constructed mask to conceal himself. To an untrained eye, he may come off as an ordinary person, perhaps even a kind-hearted young man. But that’s exactly how he wants it, that’s how he survives, how he hunts.
“A snake never hisses until it’s ready to strike.”
He said once to a trusted associate, and Ryosuke lives by the philosophy. Beneath this simple surface lies a man of calculated precision and control. Kirishiki thrives on information, treating life like a board of chess. To him, people are puzzles. They are problems to solve, weaknesses to exploit, or tools to be discarded once overused. His knowledge is relentless and cold-blooded. Every secret that Ryosuke uncovers, every piece of dirt that he stores, is currency. In his own hands, knowledge is not just power, but leverage and weaponry. Kirishiki is not an impulsive person, but he is dangerous. His emotions are muted, not absent, but tightly coiled around and carefully regulated. He raises his voice rarely, he always speaks without anger, but if provoked. It’s inoperative. It’s uncontrolled. It’s familiar to flipping a switch. Though those close to him often speak about his friendly surface, the hollowness behind his eyes when somebody displeases him. He is a manipulative figure, this isn’t by force but by nature. He treats social interactions like it’s a high school science class; he reads people fluently, adapting to their tone, their personality, to what best fits the situation. He can be your best friend, or perhaps your worst nightmare, most of the time, both. His charm isn’t directly warm, but by strategy, he disarms another so that the bite is deeper than it is when it connects.
Despite this, his cold intellect, Ryosuke, is now without flaws, of course. His obsession with control is high, sometimes bordering on paranoia. He despises unpredictability, hates leaving things to chance, and tends to cut ties with anyone he deems a ‘wild card.’ His need for dominance in any scenario can make him emotionally distant. Still, he doesn’t see himself as a villain. In his mind, the world is simply divided into two parts. The people who use, and the people who are being used, Ryosuke has no intention of being the latter.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
The city cloaked in fog
The city of Moscow. Hazy, Kirishiki’s mind was about this place, not being able to recall any events from his country of origin. All of them shrouded in a mist, stories locked away in his memory, forgotten even to the golden-haired boy himself. However, certain things did not leave him as time moved on as the young Kirishki was naive, sheltered from the world as if everything was seen in a positive light, leaving the mist of the negative to be unveiled at a later date. Experience or lack of was an issue for him, being homeschooled could only teach him so much, and social skills? Non-existent for the young boy, not a friend in sight, or even having the experience of having one, lacking all sorts of social skills, along with communication, for a short period. His father, along with his siblings, were the only people that Ryosuke interacted with, hiding himself behind them in most situations, picking up on their traits that weren’t exactly the best. Especially since his father, like his future him, was a manipulator, liar, along with many other things that could be listed on a sheet of paper before running out of space to contain the words. . . A person that Ryosuke Kirishiki looked up to for a very long time before his disappearance, to where? Nobody knew. An event in his life that destroyed him, leaving him to escape to Karakura with the rest of his family to flip over a new leaf, a fresh new start in his life.
Drawing a new card
Karakura, a fresh card in the deck of many. A town filled with opportunity, experiences, and even the chance to be a new person, one who wasn’t afraid to face the world head-on. At the age of only Sixteen Years old(16), Kirishiki had the opportunity to broaden his horizons and soar freely, while creating a whole new life, one opposite to the one that he lived in his town of origin. Karakura was his home. The first experience that the boy got to indulge himself in was the teams, spending approximately a year as the high school swim captain, experiencing and learning social skills. A learning curve that only taught him how to read those who were around him, one of the puzzle pieces that made him the person he was in the current era of Karakura. Although friendships and relationships weren’t yet viewed as insignificant, as people constantly surrounded him, indulging them and entertaining them for no purpose at all, not even wanting to manipulate them to any degree.
Upon his exit from the high school swim team around a year after entering Karakura. Ryosuke Kirishki, unfortunately, became the target of two of his close friends. A target due to the vast number of connections that the man seemed to have with those around him, even government members, due to his family being intertwined with them. Two masked individuals, Kichiro Ikemori and Hajime Tomohiro, close friends, ones who were even told the darkest of secrets, ones hidden away from everyone and sealed from everyone that may even come close to knowing them. The two threatened Kirishiki with the personal information gained, manipulating him into giving them the information that they wanted. Something that displeased him and even caused him to bubble with anger, ready to explode at any moment, but winning was futile, he knew that. Allowing them to walk off without even an attempt thrown back towards them, fearing for his own life, not anyone else’s as a hunger for revenge began to eat away at him. Growing and expanding as time passed, slowly changing the person that he was, developing him into the manipulative person that was known.
Shrouded in the Mist
The faces of the people at the unfortunate event were covered by mist, almost like a blanket wrapped around them, hiding them from him. Kirishiki only had a singular goal in mind, unravelling the identity behind each of the two that had wronged him. A want for revenge with roots deeper planted deeper than a sapling, nothing was going to escape his grasp. The hunger for revenge slowly changed the blonde in many different ways, self-centered and doing things in self-gain became the norm, not a single care in the world given about those that were once considered friends, merely a facade grew as a mask to those around him. Time had passed, three years to be exact, and not a single trace of Ikemori or Tomohiro was found, not until one fateful day, the man was approached by an individual. Blonde, wearing a trench coat and tall, passed on information to him. The first time in the three years, Kirishiki had given his trust to someone, and it paid off as the identity of one of the two was leaked. Mr Tomohiro was now in reach, followed in the shadows by him.
Unveiling History
A letter was pinned upon his door, giving a location and a time to meet with him. The chance for a private talk and a place to bite back at the one that once wronged him, revenge was nearing, and as every second passed it only began to taste sweeter. Arriving at the abandoned train station, a conversation ensued, fire blazing hot from the start of it all, ready to burn without a second thought. Each of them spitting poison at one another before eventually a fight ensued, Kirishiki falling victim to an attack with a bladed weapon that permanently left a scar on his left eye. A sign of failure, remnants of a battle that was lost by him. Tomohiro offered a moment of peace for the two. . . A singular moment that was accepted upon, Ikemori’s identity revealed to him, inching closer to him before a grin grew across his face, lacking emotion and far from welcoming. Pockets of his emptied as a knife was grasped and plunged into his opponent. . . Bitter-sweet betrayal in the moment of peace.
The Serpent of Immertreu
Time had passed since the incident in the train station, events of the story were only lost to time at each moment that ticked by. Kirishiki remains in the shadows, using deception to gain information on a plethora of things that might come in useful. A trait that caught the eye of the man who once passed on information to him, Mr Von Moltke, someone who had gained partial trust from Kirishiki, had given a business card to him. Contacting him was not on his agenda, working alone was his style, but his interest was piqued, hungry to know more about the organisation that he was invited to. At the age of twenty, Ryosuke Kirishiki also known as the ‘Serpent.’ at the time, offered to take part in the organisation, but due to his connections and one of his family members being involved within the organisation. The man was recruited as a new leadership member, leading differently from his predecessor, trusting once more in a group but only of the ones that proved themselves.
Although not lasting long as his paths once more crossed with Tomohiro. All information slowly began to be sealed from the organisation, and information learned began to be concealed and remained within his possession. Tomohiro and Kirishiki never once interacted during his time in the organisation; interactions between them were only awkward silence and daggers that pierced through one another. Eventually, tensions began to rise and the two got into a fight, and Ryosuke chose to head his separate way from the organisation, not wanting to drag anyone else in the organisation into his altercation. Choosing peace, silence and stealth as his departure was nothing more than a way to further into his own exploration of the criminal underworld, while also keeping his identity hidden from everyone.
The Carousel of Progress
Immertreu Verein was a learning experience, one that Kirishiki had taken from and used. ‘Serpent’ the name that he once went by, became a thing of the past; secrecy was key to remaining hidden even to those once trusted. Ryosuke Kirishki, formerly ‘Serpent’ wanted to create a mist around himself, hiding himself even to those who were once trusted. People were unreliable, untrustworthy, and constantly working in self-interest, or that was his view. The leaking of his identity and previous involvement in the Verein filled the city. Whispers in the ears of those who tended to meddle in things they didn’t want to, but the man let these linger as rumours eventually drowned out, forgotten. Setting a bigger goal in mind, one that would shake the criminal underworld once more, shadows were his friend till the right time to strike.
‘I move in the shadows, hiding and waiting for my time to strike.’
The city of Moscow. Hazy, Kirishiki’s mind was about this place, not being able to recall any events from his country of origin. All of them shrouded in a mist, stories locked away in his memory, forgotten even to the golden-haired boy himself. However, certain things did not leave him as time moved on as the young Kirishki was naive, sheltered from the world as if everything was seen in a positive light, leaving the mist of the negative to be unveiled at a later date. Experience or lack of was an issue for him, being homeschooled could only teach him so much, and social skills? Non-existent for the young boy, not a friend in sight, or even having the experience of having one, lacking all sorts of social skills, along with communication, for a short period. His father, along with his siblings, were the only people that Ryosuke interacted with, hiding himself behind them in most situations, picking up on their traits that weren’t exactly the best. Especially since his father, like his future him, was a manipulator, liar, along with many other things that could be listed on a sheet of paper before running out of space to contain the words. . . A person that Ryosuke Kirishiki looked up to for a very long time before his disappearance, to where? Nobody knew. An event in his life that destroyed him, leaving him to escape to Karakura with the rest of his family to flip over a new leaf, a fresh new start in his life.
Drawing a new card
Karakura, a fresh card in the deck of many. A town filled with opportunity, experiences, and even the chance to be a new person, one who wasn’t afraid to face the world head-on. At the age of only Sixteen Years old(16), Kirishiki had the opportunity to broaden his horizons and soar freely, while creating a whole new life, one opposite to the one that he lived in his town of origin. Karakura was his home. The first experience that the boy got to indulge himself in was the teams, spending approximately a year as the high school swim captain, experiencing and learning social skills. A learning curve that only taught him how to read those who were around him, one of the puzzle pieces that made him the person he was in the current era of Karakura. Although friendships and relationships weren’t yet viewed as insignificant, as people constantly surrounded him, indulging them and entertaining them for no purpose at all, not even wanting to manipulate them to any degree.
Upon his exit from the high school swim team around a year after entering Karakura. Ryosuke Kirishki, unfortunately, became the target of two of his close friends. A target due to the vast number of connections that the man seemed to have with those around him, even government members, due to his family being intertwined with them. Two masked individuals, Kichiro Ikemori and Hajime Tomohiro, close friends, ones who were even told the darkest of secrets, ones hidden away from everyone and sealed from everyone that may even come close to knowing them. The two threatened Kirishiki with the personal information gained, manipulating him into giving them the information that they wanted. Something that displeased him and even caused him to bubble with anger, ready to explode at any moment, but winning was futile, he knew that. Allowing them to walk off without even an attempt thrown back towards them, fearing for his own life, not anyone else’s as a hunger for revenge began to eat away at him. Growing and expanding as time passed, slowly changing the person that he was, developing him into the manipulative person that was known.
Shrouded in the Mist
The faces of the people at the unfortunate event were covered by mist, almost like a blanket wrapped around them, hiding them from him. Kirishiki only had a singular goal in mind, unravelling the identity behind each of the two that had wronged him. A want for revenge with roots deeper planted deeper than a sapling, nothing was going to escape his grasp. The hunger for revenge slowly changed the blonde in many different ways, self-centered and doing things in self-gain became the norm, not a single care in the world given about those that were once considered friends, merely a facade grew as a mask to those around him. Time had passed, three years to be exact, and not a single trace of Ikemori or Tomohiro was found, not until one fateful day, the man was approached by an individual. Blonde, wearing a trench coat and tall, passed on information to him. The first time in the three years, Kirishiki had given his trust to someone, and it paid off as the identity of one of the two was leaked. Mr Tomohiro was now in reach, followed in the shadows by him.
Unveiling History
A letter was pinned upon his door, giving a location and a time to meet with him. The chance for a private talk and a place to bite back at the one that once wronged him, revenge was nearing, and as every second passed it only began to taste sweeter. Arriving at the abandoned train station, a conversation ensued, fire blazing hot from the start of it all, ready to burn without a second thought. Each of them spitting poison at one another before eventually a fight ensued, Kirishiki falling victim to an attack with a bladed weapon that permanently left a scar on his left eye. A sign of failure, remnants of a battle that was lost by him. Tomohiro offered a moment of peace for the two. . . A singular moment that was accepted upon, Ikemori’s identity revealed to him, inching closer to him before a grin grew across his face, lacking emotion and far from welcoming. Pockets of his emptied as a knife was grasped and plunged into his opponent. . . Bitter-sweet betrayal in the moment of peace.
The Serpent of Immertreu
Time had passed since the incident in the train station, events of the story were only lost to time at each moment that ticked by. Kirishiki remains in the shadows, using deception to gain information on a plethora of things that might come in useful. A trait that caught the eye of the man who once passed on information to him, Mr Von Moltke, someone who had gained partial trust from Kirishiki, had given a business card to him. Contacting him was not on his agenda, working alone was his style, but his interest was piqued, hungry to know more about the organisation that he was invited to. At the age of twenty, Ryosuke Kirishiki also known as the ‘Serpent.’ at the time, offered to take part in the organisation, but due to his connections and one of his family members being involved within the organisation. The man was recruited as a new leadership member, leading differently from his predecessor, trusting once more in a group but only of the ones that proved themselves.
Although not lasting long as his paths once more crossed with Tomohiro. All information slowly began to be sealed from the organisation, and information learned began to be concealed and remained within his possession. Tomohiro and Kirishiki never once interacted during his time in the organisation; interactions between them were only awkward silence and daggers that pierced through one another. Eventually, tensions began to rise and the two got into a fight, and Ryosuke chose to head his separate way from the organisation, not wanting to drag anyone else in the organisation into his altercation. Choosing peace, silence and stealth as his departure was nothing more than a way to further into his own exploration of the criminal underworld, while also keeping his identity hidden from everyone.
The Carousel of Progress
Immertreu Verein was a learning experience, one that Kirishiki had taken from and used. ‘Serpent’ the name that he once went by, became a thing of the past; secrecy was key to remaining hidden even to those once trusted. Ryosuke Kirishki, formerly ‘Serpent’ wanted to create a mist around himself, hiding himself even to those who were once trusted. People were unreliable, untrustworthy, and constantly working in self-interest, or that was his view. The leaking of his identity and previous involvement in the Verein filled the city. Whispers in the ears of those who tended to meddle in things they didn’t want to, but the man let these linger as rumours eventually drowned out, forgotten. Setting a bigger goal in mind, one that would shake the criminal underworld once more, shadows were his friend till the right time to strike.
‘I move in the shadows, hiding and waiting for my time to strike.’
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)
"Oboro no Honō" - (“Flame of the Mist”)
Explanation: This would be a small event, created as a challenge for two or more organisations or even criminals alike through the Ikigai Channel. An offer would be extended out to them as a challenge filled with riddles and rewards, each organisation would be required to strategically think while also roleplaying out the way their organisation would. This would cause criminal competition, forcing two organisations to fight for more or rely on nothing but negotiation, a chance given to further the chaos and drama within the criminal underworld. Furthering the sales of the black market as more stolen weapons means higher demand, all done in self-interest.
[!] An encrypted message would appear on Ikigai, revealing a location to those who dare to take the challenge. Everything was there: date, time, and even location. They just needed to think hard enough, adding the pieces together as the mist vanished. [!]
Kirishiki patiently waited in the ancient ruins of the Karakura mountains, lurking in the shadows, awaiting the arrival of the person or organisation, leaning in the most unusual of places, ensuring that the shadows hid his presence from those wandering by. The flooding of people caused a tugging at the corner of his lips, amused by the sheer number of people that were searching for him, caramel eyes following them as they scattered around the room like ants, eventually coming to a stop. A glimmer of light casting upon his emerald green suit, revealing his location to those searching for an audience with him, “Truly intriguing, I see there’s more than one of you.” He spoke out, his speech laced with nothing but anticipation for the potential outcome of the situation. Silence engulfed the overgrown ruins, broken by the faint tapping of what? Tap. . . Tap. . . Tap. . . It constantly reverberated around the room, coming from ‘OBORO’. “You all come here searching, yearning for something. What is it?”
Glances were cast between the two groups opposing one another, tension rising in the room as Kirishiki blew upon the flames, uttering a whisper into the ears of each opposing lead, “My time is precious, fleeting, and you’re wasting it away staring at the one before you? Do you care that much? Are you afraid the answer will not please me?” All rhetorical questions, stepping away from them, and back to the center of the room. His presence once more is covered by the shadows of the room, masking him and hiding him away from those who don’t seek him out. Patiently standing, remaining calm and collected, waiting for someone to speak out, silence engulfed the room for mere moments before it was broken as one of the members roared out, “We seek power, chaos, and to be feared like those before us.” Nothing was given to this response, not even a chuckle. There was not a sign of life from him as the other response was dispassionately waited upon, tapping along the edge of his phone case as the other one finally blurted out, “We focus upon business, we seek money, but power? We do not lack that.” A bob of the head followed, glancing between the group as a briefcase was kicked from out of the darkness, resting in front of him on the floor.
The lifeless expression that was resting upon his face soon flipped as a creepy smile began to tug at his lips. Fascinated by the answers, two opposing sides of a coin, organisations that would probably not meet eye to eye, opportunity struck as the briefcase lifted off the floor. The snapping of the locks, before once more sliding it across the floor into the center of the group, showing the money that rested inside the case. “You want the money? Simple. Fight or share it between the two of you, don’t be boring.” He exclaimed calmly, venom laced into the word ‘boring’, showing that sharing was not the option that he wanted. Money inside the case was not a facade, like many other times that it had happened, and Kirishiki wanted the greed to take over, challenging as if a double or nothing. A breath of air onto a fire that couldn’t be extinguished at a later date.
Time was fleeting, speeding past without waiting for a single one of them in the room. A heated argument, turning into a negotiation, one side wanting to take more than the other, and an offer that was declined by the opposing organisation. The small spark blazed into a burning fire as a fight for the briefcase broke out, a tug of war for the money as the case was once more sealed and pulled upon. “Neither of you are dull, I’ll give you that.” A final statement as Kirishiki backed into the shadows, darkness surrounding him, once more shrouded in mystery. The information that was given was little, but he was about to gain more than expected as people started dropping to the floor, snapping pictures of each of their faces for safekeeping. ‘OBORO’ vanished from existence as the shadows once more coated him, one singular statement reverberated off the wall as the final group stood. "Truly intriguing, you will hear from me again. In what form? Only time tells. This will not be the last opportunity for you both." There wasn’t a trace of him at all. Nobody knew of his location.
[!] End of interaction [!]
Final note: This would only be a segment to develop some sort of challenge for the criminal underworld. Ryosuke Kirishiki will be at the center of it all, controlling the drama or conflict from the shadows, offering bribes to revive the chaos that once made its way across Karakura. All while remaining hidden in the shadows, coated by a mist that hides him away from the common eye. The ones that aren’t looking for him.
“A spark is all that is needed to ignite a flame.”
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)
A light breath escaped the male's lips, and the corners of his mouth started to twitch into a grin. It was half-amused, half-sinister. His fingers were absentmindedly drumming against the desk’s surface, it was slow and deliberate.
“Anything else? You’ve seemingly picked out most of the layers, or so you think. But snakes don’t show their full length until it’s too late to run, do they?”
Stealth, deception, information. These aren’t just skills to Ryosuke, they are habits. They are instinctual and sharpened through the many years of walking the line between shadows and society. Every whisper was overheard, each and every secret pried from closed lips, even if not meant to be heard. It finds it’s place in his growing mental archive, nothing is truly discarded, even discarded people swerve as pawns that can be used later.
He operates simply, with precise emotional detachment. This makes him incredibly dangerous to the common mind. Whether it maybe simply from friends, partners or even allies, they’re all temporary. In the larger narrative, where only he holds the script, vulnerability is a liability that he refuses to carry on his shoulders. His charm is only a simple mask that he uses to cover his true identity, his interest a tool Kirishiki plays the long game with people, never revealing his full intent until the final moment strikes as it is necessary.
“Knowledge is power.”
He murmured, as if it were gospel. For him, it was.
His career for the criminal mind started at a young age of seventeen(17). A reckless youth that slipped through the cracks of the world, Mistakes were made early on, sure. Two arrests, which he views as an educational setback. This is a valuable lesson to learn, which refined his craft rather than derailing it. Since that time, he’s perfected the art of waiting, watching, so that others can’t see it until they are already tangled within his grasp.
He’s built an intricate network as time soars by, contacts, favors owed, all while keeping his identity obscured and his involvement hidden beneath the layers of deniability. Whether it may be from moving contraband or sabotaging a rival of sorts, Kirishiki is a specialist, no matter what it may be, even making the impossible, inevitable.
“I do not roar, I do not flash blades or announce my intentions.”
He flashed his eyes after narrowing them ever so slightly.
“I slither. I watch, and when it’s time, I strike.”
Extra note:
I would like my college tag to be moved to my secondary slot if possible, if this application gets accepted.
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