Name: Alexandria Graveson
Alias/es: Alex
Age: 23

Height: 5'1"
Weight: 103 lb.
Complexion: Caucasian, yet slightly tanned.
Eye Color: Red contacts, naturally Green.
Hair Color: Red.
Apparel: Usually business casual, but when she arrived in Japan, she started wearing hoodies and jeans as well.

Personality: Alex is brash, loud, and generally opinionated. This doesn't mean that she's not introspective, and does appreciate others' input. She is just too quick to react to think about what she's saying, and feels guilty if she hurts someones' feelings, or makes a situation worse.

History:
Alexandria was born to a single mother in Juneau, Alaska, a young woman, altogether too young to have the responsibility of raising a child. Alex's early years were that of loneliness for hours on end, while her mother was out working. Left alone, without any guidance, Alex was raised by the television screen, watching every program voraciously. One day, Alex's mother brought home a man, deep tan, tousled hair, defined chin, the works.

At first, he seemed nice. He was polite, did most everything around the house himself, didn't ask for anything from Alexandria's mother. However, he hated Alex, and what she represented. After her mother married him, they began to argue. Loudly. One time, the local police department was called in by neighbors, to break up what they suspected to be a fight. However, there wasn't anything out of line, and they couldn't do anything, even if they did feel sympathetic towards the now-teenager, who was alone in the world. Soon after, she was kicked out of the house, at age 17, after a particularly bad fight, with both of her parents this time. As she was shoved out of the house, few belongings tossed out after her into the snow, she saw that neither her mother, nor terrible stepfather had any regrets about abandoning her. So she picked up her things, and left, walking alone down the city streets, at night, no less.

The neighborhood that they lived in was up towards the mountain, so suffice to say, if wasn't the best. On the way to no place in particular, while she was wondering what she would do, she was attacked, man stealing all of her money and belongings, leaving her battered, and lying in the snow. Curled up, Alexandria just waited to die. Everything was complete crap, he life, her family, and now she had literally nothing but the clothes on her back. That was, until Jane, daughter of the sheriff of the city, found her, while walking home from a party, with her group of friends. Taking her to her home, she quickly reached out to the girl who had lost everything, the two becoming the best of friends. Jane's father, mother, and younger brother all accepted her as one of their own, and tried to make up for those lost years of childhood.

For her last year of high school, Alex was happy. Her parents, as she had come to see them, came to hers and Jane's graduation, cheering loudly for their daughters. Jane went onto medical school, becoming the finest doctor in all of Alaska. Alexandria, however, took a wildly different path, instead going to school to become an English teacher in Japan. While Jane wanted to make a difference at home, Alex wanted to travel the world, and make a difference in other's lives. With a teary farewell, Alex left, flying the 14 hours to a country so radically different than her own, she was actually shaking in anticipation, and nervousness. When she landed, she was greeted by a high-school principal, who was the one who had hired her, upon her graduation. Happy, Alex was slightly put off by the student's sheer apathy, but she still strove to be the best teacher they all had, in their neighborhood of Kabukicho. One day, a crazy man found his way into her classroom, waving about a knife. A he was about to stab the first student, Alex pulled the knife towards her, away from her beloved students. Stabbed through the heart, she managed to live for a few seconds, enough to shove the gunman out of a window. Collapsing on the floor, bleeding, she looked upon her students with a smile. They were all safe.

Name: Takeda Hitoshi Jr.
Alias/es: Tack
Age: 27
Height:5’9
Weight: 175 pounds, or 79 kilos
Complexion: Standard, Asian Tan, or ‘yellow’ if you will, complexion
Eye Color:Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Apparel: The coat and such in the above picture, but with the normal black pants and dress shoes. Off duty, he’d wear various colors of t-shirts and many kinds of shorts.

Personality: Takeda can manage to, most of the time, change his personality to suit the situation. Most of the time, Takeda will be quiet and very observative, taking mental notes of certain quirks and quips of the people and places that surround him. He can do a good job handling his temper, and not many things can solicit an emotional response from him. That’s not to say he’s some sort of emotionless robot, but in his line of work, he’s learned to focus more on what needs to be done versus what needs to be felt. Even with all his training, Takeda can sometimes still lose his composure in stressful situations, but it isn’t an extremely common happening. He doesn’t tend to let his guard down around others, and doesn’t get very attached to anyone very easily. He’d rather know people better than they know him. Takeda tries his hardest to be fair and logical most of the time, but he’s still human, even if he doesn’t allow himself to be. When dealing with criminals, on the other had, Takeda has a habit of losing his cool very quickly.

History: Takeda was born a proud Japanese-American, to two proud Japanese-American parents, Takeda and Rio. Takeda was a summer baby, born on a beautiful June day in sunny Sacramento. His parents were the normal, trope-esque pair of hard working Japanese-Americans, his father a beat cop and his mother a triage nurse. His infancy and childhood could be considered the perfect upbringing for a new, American suburbanite: calm and nurturing, with loving parents who wanted nothing more than for their little son to grow up and be the best that he could be.

Even with their busy and unpredictable work hours, Takeda’s parents did their best to always be there for their child, making sure he never felt alone or uncared for in the crazy world. Always full of stories to tell, Takeda’s father was probably the biggest influence on the young boy’s ambitions, and he decided fairly early that he wanted to help the community and join law enforcement, following in the footsteps of his father.

Even in the melting pot that is California, Takeda’s parents still tried their best to keep themselves and their son in touch with their traditional Japanese roots, practicing the native tongue and taking periodic trips back to visit their family still in the homeland. Takeda was just as Japanese as he was American, and proud of it.

It wasn’t until his high school years that Takeda’s quaint life received its first huge shake up. Takeda Sr. was on call to a domestic assault call, when in the process of looking for a weapon, he found a large amount of drugs in the house. When he questioned the owner of the house, it quickly got violent, with the two men engaging in a fist fight that ended in Takeda Sr. being stabbed multiple times, and the owner of the house being shot to death by the back-up officers that arrived on scene.

Takeda Jr. found out through his mother, who was the nurse on scene when Sr. made his way into the ER. The injuries were severe, but not life-threatening. Takeda Sr. would spend a few weeks in recovery, before it was found that the man that was killed was an important middle man in a large drug trade linked to cartels in Mexico and the Yakuza in Japan.

Seeing the hero that was his father strucken so weak and injured at the hands of criminals angered Takeda greatly, and eliminated any doubts he had about joining law enforcement. He wasn’t just going to be a police officer like his father was, he was going to join the FBI and go a step farther to eliminate the drug trade in his area, to keep anyone from facing what his family faced, or worse.

After high school, Takeda headed straight to college to study Criminology, and as soon as he had his 4 year, Takeda applied for the FBI Academy, and went straight into training for his dream job. The months of hour upon hour of training and drilling were some of the best months in his life, meeting fellow agents that had similar experiences to his, dealing with the negative effects of crime and those who committed it.

Once he finally made it, Takeda went straight to work following leads on the drug trade in the area of his hometown and it’s connections to the rest of the world, especially to the Yakuza. As the Bureau got deeper and deeper into this dark underworld, it became more and more obvious that a joint operation with the Police Agency of Japan would become beneficial, and even slightly necessary for both parties. Seeing as Takeda was the one of few officers in the Bureau that could speak Japanese, let alone fluently, he was a shoe-in to be one of the first agents over to act as FBI liaisons in Japan to help work on cracking down on the Yakuza linked drug trade in the U.S.

Takeda had big shoes to fill but cracking the case and dismantling the drug trade in Sacramento was something that put him on the fast track to a decorated life as an FBI agent. He was excited, not only to do work that he loved, but to do it in a land he loved as well.

Other: Can’ think of anything.