Name: Ryohei Chen
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Country of Origin: China
Appearance: He comes from a mixed race Japanese/Chinese family, he has a short cut, almost shaved hair, and keeps it covered with a ball cap. He wears a jacket all the time, keeping his hands in his pockets almost as if he was always trying to keep himself warm even in summer. He wears long baggy blue jeans, that seem a few sizes too big for him.
Personality: He lacks a lot of empathy for others, he sees things as to how others can keep him alive, and will drop them if they endanger him or others. Most of all he sees keeping himself alive being his top responsibility but that doesn’t mean he won’t go out of the way keeping others alive. Prison has hardened him in so many ways, to the point that the light and energy he had in him as a child has almost completely gone out from the darkness of prison.
Other: As a child he was forced to spend several years in a Children’s Prison after being framed by his friends, causing him to have a very cynical view toward life and friendship.
----CHARACTER----
Name: Yasuo
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has tan skin, and a slight muscular build although not overly muscular, he has several scars including a small x on his cheek, and several larger scars on his back. Instead of being almost baled he has dark brown hair but it remains short and combed to the left. He has nearly ice blue eyes that can be very intimidating for many. He tends to have a loose demeanor, with his shoulders slacked, and a care free smile. He wears a white button down shirt that tends to be worn by upper middle class men in many towns, it looks as if he has worn it for years, the sleeves have been ripped off, with a few blood and sweat stains on it. He wears a belt that goes around his waist, that contains sets of multi colored bullets. His pants are a deep dark brown, almost black, and made out of leather, they contain several places where he has extra bullets in as well, as well as a small knife.
Class: Gunner
Weapon Description: He wields a double barreled sawed off shot gun, it looks rather old, the wood that makes up most of the gun has splintered and cracked in many places, the metal that makes up the barrel and trigger has lost its original silver shine, now being mostly dark gray, with small patches of rust along the length of the barrel. This gun is fitted to fire off several different types of bullets, from an armor piercing bullet, to a buckshot that sprays out in several directions, to a bullet soaked in flammable material, acting almost like a grenade.
Personality Changes: There are no real changes, he still lacks empathy for others, nothing really has changed other than now he finds the members of his group interesting.
Reasoning:
Ryohei Chen ~ Gunner
Has absolutely no idea where he is
I had been a drifter for the last few weeks, going from place to place, sleeping where I could, eating when I could, and fighting when I had to. This world was so bright, so busy, everyone rushing around, rushing to their jobs, rushing to get home. Huge bright screens of lights, bigger and brighter than anything I had seen on television back in China filled the buildings. There were nights where I would long for the simplicity of jail; there you knew what was going to happen, who was your friend, who was going to try to kill you, when you would eat, when you would sleep. Here in Japan everything seemed to be thrown to the wind.
I pulled my coat closer, drawing it in for warmth, my eyes and ears were always open, the woman behind me, the child to my left that placed his face against the window to gaze closer at the television behind it. It was something you learned in prison, to know who was around you, and what they could do to you. My eyes caught the reflection of a pretty young girl in the television set in front of me; displaying some kind of ‘game’ they called it.
“Shijiao” I whispered, my head turning to follow her, she was pushing her way through a crowd, I could only catch glimpses, her hair, a bit of her face. She looked like her, but could it be.
“Let him go, let Ryohei go” Shijiao’s cries still echoed in my head as the cops had held me down so many years ago, digging my face into the rain soaked mud as she rushed toward them, kicking one of them in the knee. I could only gaze up, my mouth filled with mud as the cop she hit struck her, sending her body spinning around and onto the ground, her head striking a rock causing blood to trickle down her forehead.
I shook my head, washing the thoughts away as I pushed my way through the crowd, she had stopped, and another boy had met up with her, possibly the one she was chasing. As I moved closer I caught sight of her back again, a man in front of her was holding his bleeding nose. For a second a smile crossed my face, could Shijiao had broken this guy’s nose?
“Hey if you are going to stand in line, at least move along with it…” Some annoyance of a man said behind me.
For a second I considered spinning around, grabbing his wrist and placing it behind his back before he could attack. It was almost second nature; I could see each move, each reaction, how long the guards would take to get here, what I could do in the time between.
Yet this wasn’t jail, and fighting my way out of the building would be messy at best. Too much trouble just to settle a insult, instead I would just move along in this.. ‘line’ where ever it was going to take me. “Sorry..” I replied in the best Japanese I could before taking two steps forward to advance the line.
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