Hanzai Fubuki

Fuyu, Shika, The Hanzai Boy

20

Male

Pansexual

Currently Single, Few One Night Stands through Tinder

Deadbeat Father that spends most of his time gambling or being the neighborhood menace. Mother left to escape him and the crowd he found himself in. No siblings.

Cold - War

Appearing as something akin to a cryptid from the West, Fubuki's Afterimage brings a chill to those who witness it. It stands much larger than Fubuki at 6'8" and was supposed to be a Deer-based Afterimage but Fubuki's violent nature has warped it into a carnivore with large fangs and long claws. The Afterimage is adorned in ice that melts away as Fubuki expends his Soule Energy, revealing a rotting, injured body underneath. The cold it exudes gives off a slight fog, and makes his breath visible.

Fubuki stands at 5'8" with a bit of a sleeper build due to his high-intensity workout routine coupled with his preference towards baggy clothes since they need to be replaced less often. He wears cheap, general brand clothing with a preference towards darker colors. His t-shirts often have stitches on the seams, and his jeans have patches to cover holes, although his casual wear jeans are left with holes for both money-saving and aesthetic. The collar is something he wears as he finds himself feeling uncomfortable without something around his neck. Fubuki has piercings in his left ear only that he got while a member of a streetgang in his youth so that he could be recognized as a member from a distance, and since they've gotten him some interest from potential flings, he keeps them. His hair is dark and long, going halfway down his back. Fubuki believes this will help him stay out of fights since it's an easily targetable weakspot. He has a few scars on his arms and sides from his fighting in the past when his opponent would start using nails, or teeth, or a knife.

Fubuki fears himself. He is well aware of his past, and the violent tendencies and angry trauma-responses it has given him and so he views himself as a predator amongst prey. He avoids others out of a desire to avoid hurting innocent people, but this has extended to him not fighting awful people that he sees harassing others either. When he himself is harassed or persistently annoyed, Fubuki answers with silent intimidation and then vocal, and then finally allows himself to strike. To say he's distant though would be incorrect, as he does nothing to try and scare people away but he doesn't know how to interact with what he used to consider the "lucky ones" who didn't have to go through the hardships he did. Thus, he tends to keep things simple and to the point to avoid causing offense to others. There are times when he desires companionship however, and finds himself using tinder to get it since sex is something he understands.

Growing up in abject poverty, Fubuki never really cared for the finer things in life. His father, however, desired it all and would gamble away any money the man or his wife would make in the hopes of acquiring more. Eventually, the father had debts he couldn't pay back and was hounded for cash by the gambling halls and the gangs that ran them. Eventually, the gangs had enough and sent a message by threatening his wife. Fubuki's mother had had enough, and fled to get away from these sufferings leaving the father to take out loans to pay off the gambling debts and then more loans to gamble more to try and pay back his loans. By that time, Fubuki had turned 12 and knew that he would struggle to get into high school with these problems following him. Thus, he joined the street gang known as the Forest Howlers and his tendency to jump kick larger opponents and use walls for extra height earned him the nickname "Shika" or Deer. When he turned 14 and joined high school, he needed money for uniforms and textbooks and everything else, so he also become a loan collector for the men his father owed. Both so he could earn extra money for school and to keep them off his father's back while he worked to pay off the loans. This past got him into a number of fights, and he was good at it. There were moments where he considered doing it full-time and dropping out of school, but then one day he beat a boy from a rival gang within an inch of his life and hospitalized him. The realization that he could kill someone scared him, and he worked even harder to get into college because then his father's social and financial standing wouldn't hinder him any further and he could leave his life of violence behind. Of course, it's never that simple. His first year of college someone who knew of his reputation decided to constantly goad him and was encouraged by Fubuki's lack of response. Eventually, Fubuki gave him what he wanted, earning himself a probation period and community service that only recently ended as he goes into his third year. Both fortunately and unfortunately, his act got around and people rarely approach him anymore for fear of receiving the same thrashing.

Kiana Jayne Lowry

As herself: KJ (common), Cage (Friends shorten KJ lol), KiKi (family), Coochie (sorta derogatory so only acceptable by close friends)
As The Apparition: The Light Dancer, Prism, Glowball (Affectionately)

23

Female, She/Her

Homosexual!

Player. But! Has probs getting with Japanese girls.

Tech R&D Father, Deceased Mother.

Light/Chaos

A spectre. An apparition. 6 foot tall and dressed in a simple yet airy and flowing hooded white gown with eyes glowing white hot and shifting hues depending on emotions. Of note is the charred black skin of its body, Smooth and featureless face, like a mask, and the only other part exposed are the disproportioately giant clawed arms, with the rainbow tipped talons. A mystical billowing smoke surrounds it, lit up by all colours of the rainbow, churning, swirling up a storm of bright colours. When it moves, it seems to 'swim' through the air, yet dancing at the same time, its gown trailing behind it, absent of any sign of legs or feet. There is an aethereal soundtrack that plays as it moves, snippets of songs on repeat, a constant drumbeat aligning with its emotions, this spectre is not a stealthy creature, nor is it meant to be stealthy. It is of Chaos and Light afterall.

5'7" and 135lbs. LIght Brown Skin and Well muscled. Tattoos everywhere. Big bright and glinting blue eyes, long black hair but currently dyed pink and blue, shaved on one side and with several braids bouncing around. And never forget that big, shiny grin of hers.

Face is usually done up, eyebrows expertly preened. But when she is working out or skating around the city, she will just go with some waterproof eye makeup and some lip gloss. She loves her big hoop earrings too. Sometimes she will attach bells to her braids and hoops just to be noisy and annoying.

Not exactly a fashionista, however, the girl will put a lot of thought into her outfits. She likes tight, revealing outfits that show off a lot of skin to display her ink to the world. Not really one for skirts but if she does wear one, she likes them loose and frilly so she can move freely in them. Loves her shorts and will wear booty shorts if she can get away with it cuz she is proud of her boooooty!! Crop tops, tanks, anything top really will be obright colours or have a base of black and wild colourful prints on them-- she is a sucker for skulls and flowers! And cannot forget the kicks! She loves shoes and her daddy spoils her so she has a whole closet museum full of them.

You will always know where KJ is or at least you're guess would be really good it is her. She is noisy, chatty, laughs a lot and loudly. She cannot sit still so even when you are chatting with her, she will get up and dance or mess around on her skateboard. The girl is a huuuuuuge flirt and constantly trying to chat up the next hottie. She has a girlfriend graveyard a mile deep and no stopping this player. But she is genuinely friendly and can be a very loyal friend. The only time she shuts up or settles down is when she dons her giant headphones and begins to draw or think up new dance routines or skate tricks. It's actually eerie how she can go from noisy firecracker to silently seated in a heartbeat.

She is however having problems fitting in with Japanese culture and finding friends that 'get her'. A huge problem is that she is a 'bad girl' type and is always attracting trouble whether created by her or not. That and she is very loud and rebellious too. She holds to a certain 'bro code' despite being female. She adheres to it like gospel and will feel betrayed by those she marks as a 'bro.' Also as brave and as much of a risk taker she is, it can be to her detriment. And despite her denials the scars and bruises always tell on her. But its as she always believes; burn bright before you burn out.

If she played her cards right, she could be the empress of a massive fortune. But instead she chose to allow it to burn away. If only her mother taught her better.

What mother? And for that matter; what father?

Nursemaids, tutors, babysitters, instructors. Those were her mother. Her father was never around; he was too busy earning the biggest paycheque, constantly becoming the best version of himself and topping even that. Meanwhile he neglected to note that he had a sweet little daughter that hung on his every word, desperate for even a minute for daddy to play with her. Maybe he was never meant to be father material. Because truth be told; she was adopted.

KJ was 'KiKi' to mamma. She remembered that even though mamma died when she was but 5 yrs old. And that emptiness that mamma left... that void was never filled with any amount of dollars or size of gift that her father bestowed her. Was it really any wonder that she would grow up a rebel? Was it any big surprise that she was soooooo loud, boisterous and off the wall? The poor thing was attention starved. And so when she turned to crime was it any wonder? Really?

Don't get her wrong, she took to dance lessons and later capoiera training with a grand passion and vigour, but skateboarding was where she felt most free, most herself, most like she could fly, It was here where she was just Cage, sometimes Coochie, and she was just a homie. No one saw her as a spoiled rich kid that pissed away her family fortune. It was good for her; she felt that she bonded with her crew. They were bros and they would ride or die for each other. They tattooed each others initials across each of their bodies. No one was above their code.

And then it just wasn't enough was it? The alcohol, the parties, the girls, the drugs... the fights began to escalate didn't they? But she was Cage; she'd kick your ass while dancing around, and a knife at the ready when it was time. But that attitude lead to a life of instant gratification that stemmed from mischief and violence. Worst of all, KJ was just in it not to steal things or break things to make a statement. No, it was just for the kicks; it was all just for the rush. She was in with the bad crowd now. And in a bad way. She had broken her own 'bro code' with her skater homies and she was on an island out here, biting off more than she could chew. Brave and brazen, yet bone-headedly stupid, she took to thug life and in doing so somehow ended up pissing of a gang. She was shot at. Twice. Yeah. It got real.

When her father told her the news that he was going to take a position in Neo-Tokyo for R&D of an aviation company, she practically begged her father to take her with him. It looked like those Japanese lessons would pay off afterall. That and she passed the dance exam at the Neo-Tokyo institute, however, she needed to upgrade certain courses to gain proper academic standing so she is enrolled in a part time courseload. And perhaps this change of scenery was for the best. The isolation that they both are experiencing in the foreign country has strangely brought father and daughter closer together.

That and there is no danger here for her.

Yet.