Name:
Chen Nakatomi (Jap. Nakatomi Chen)
”Funny thing about my name... I'm Japanese, yeah? But my personal name, Chen, is Chinese, 'cause my mom's Chinese. There's no kanji for it in Japanese, so I write it in hiragana. My family name, Nakatomi, is a super old Japanese clan name, so I write that in kanji out of respect of my ancestors. It looks ridiculous when I write my name.”

Age:
Twenty-two (22)

Birthday and Zodiac:
August 19th, Year of the Monkey

Sex and Gender:
Male (♂) and identifies as Male

Sexuality:
Undecided
“It's not like I'm suddenly gonna tear out of the closet like a rainbow unicorn farting glittery sparklies, but I'm not a hundred percent sure that I dig chicks only. It takes a special sort of chick to tickle my fancy, anyways.”

Occupation/Job:
Mobster Thug

Appearance:



Personality:
Bully Type Character
Chen is sarcastic, harsh and downright mean at times. He is a bitter person; angry with the world for having abandoned him and angry with himself for allowing himself to become someone he never wished to be. He is just really angry, all the time. He doesn't beat around the bush and will speak his mind as bluntly as the blades of his knives are sharp.
He does not mind getting a taste of his own medicine and if people inform him that he is being too harsh with someone, he will likely tone it down a bit. Not all the way, just a little bit.
He does not make friends and trust does not come easy to him. All acquaintances of his are “friends by convenience” and he would never go out of his way to help them or even just to talk to them.

Biography:
“Now, before I go ahead and tell you about my own damn history, I think ya'll need to know some shit about my ancestors. You've probably all heard of the Nakatomi Clan from old-time Japan, right? Yeah, right. None of you probably have. Well, the Nakatomi Clan were a clan of priests. Not the type of priests you have in the western world, might I add. They were like the Chinese monks you always see on TV, without the ass-kicking aspect. Anyways, both they and the rest of the country believed that they were a clan descended from divine ancestors and as such, they were obviously great and powerful. They were the a voice of the gods kind of thing and oversaw most of the rituals and stuff. They were second in command of the country, only outdone by the empiric family itself.
In Japan, we're mostly Shinto. It's a sort of religion. Look it up. We're mostly Shinto, but people think we're all a bunch of peace-loving Buddhists. Buddhas are amongst our Kami, but they're not the only ones. … Look Kami up, too, if you don't know what that means. Ah, shit, that doesn't even matter.
See, sometime during the Nakatomi Clan's history, some dude married a Chinese chick. He was the, like, the Great Priest of the clan at the time and she was a Temple Maiden in a temple that looked out for the four gates. They fell in love, got married and had a bunch of babies. Those were my ancestors. That was a long, long time ago.

My family is real traditional, still. I was never a fan of it, I gotta say. I grew up in a temple, did lots of praying and lots of meditation. I was a feisty kid, though, so my dad thought it'd be best if I learned how to calm down. I was taught how to do Tai Chi. It's real relaxing, but it took me a long time to realize that. I thought it was boring as hell and just wanted to go prank the monks, but my dad pretty much nailed me to the floor. When the Tai Chi didn't seem like it was enough to make me calm down, he had me take calligraphy classes, too. I could write perfectly before I started school.
When I did start school, though, I understood why my dad wanted me to calm down. People were bowing to me, calling me Nakatomi-sama all over the place. Even though we're not really all that great anymore, people still respect the hell out of our clan. So I calmed down. I trained my Tai Chi, went to school, did my homework, ate my vegetables and went to bed when I was told to. I did everything I was told to do, when I was told to do it. I was like a perfect little soldier. My life went on like that for a while.

When I was thirteen, I think, my dad signed me up for Kung Fu classes. I didn't really want to go, at first, but once I did, I was glad I did. It was the most fun I'd ever had. I caught on quite quickly, 'cause of my Tai Chi training. I wished my dad would have signed me up a bit earlier, though, 'cause my balls were about to split the first few times I had to do a high kick.
So my schedule was up to going to school everyday, doing Tai Chi every day and doing Kung Fu twice a week. I guess I had some people who could be called friends, but they never came home with me and I never went to their places. We were friends by convenience and only talked when we were around each other anyways.
By the time I turned fifteen, my dad took me off of the Tai Chi routine and started teaching me in the arts of the temple, instead. I had to learn, he told me, 'cause I'd be the next head of the temple. That didn't really sit right with me, but I did as I was told, like always.
When I was seventeen, I met the girl my dad had arranged for me to marry. I wasn't really down with that, so I took off. I left the place I'd always called home and, well, went exploring. I never finished school. I knew they'd look for me at school.
I lived on the streets for about a year. I picked pockets, shoplifted from stores and even mugged a few people. It was brutal, so I don't really like talking about it.
After about a year on the street, I was approached by this guy. He offered me a place to stay, clean clothes and food every day and all I had to do was, well, some not-so-legal things. Turned out that guy was part of the Yakuza.
I like to think that I'm not a bad person. I mean, I've done some horrible things; I really have. But I like to think that it was because I had to do it. I might be a bit... rough, but I'm not really evil or anything. I like to think so, at least...”

Magic:
Summoning Magic
Chen is able to bring either of his five tattoos to “life” and have them serve him as a sort of summon. He can only activate one of the tattoos at a time and if the tattoo is “killed” it will not be able to return to his body and as such can never be summoned again.

Weapon(s):


Skills:

• Tai Chi
  Chen has trained in the art of Tai Chi since he was just a little boy; this allows him fluid and calculated movement.


• Kung Fu
  Chen was trained in the martial art of Kung Fu since the start of his teenage years; despite not being a master or even close to it, Chen knows how to defend himself.


• Multilingual
  Chen speaks several languages, due to his origin. He speaks and writes Japanese fluently, has a more than basic understanding of Chinese and English and has a basic understanding of Korean, Russian, Spanish, German and French.


• Stubborn
  Chen is stubborn as few and will, eventually, get his way as long as he has a say in it.


• Never surrenders
  Even if he is outnumbered, beaten half to death and bleeding all over the place, he will still fight to his last breath is drawn.

Vices:

• Smoker
  Chen is a smoker and has been for three years, this affects his stamina quite a bit


• Damaged Shoulder
  Chen hurt his left shoulder during a fight and shattered the joint. He cannot move his arm very much without serious pain and thus cannot very well defend his left side.


• Stubborn
  Chen is stubborn as few and will, at times, not get his will. This leaves him bitter and he tends to seek solitude.


• Does not know when to quit
  Even if he is outnumbered, beaten half to death and bleeding all over the place, he will still fight to his last breath is drawn.


• Taunting
  No matter who he speaks to, be it his boss or a guy he bumped on the street, Chen is always sarcastic, harsh and mean. This tends to get him into unnecessary trouble.