Name: Kazami Takeshi
Age of Death: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kazami Takeshi has a notable pair of dull blue eyes for which he wears black contacts to cover up. His appearance in the photo is as casually dressed as he gets in his free time. When working or undertaking any physical task he is known to wear large gray sweats and a black button down.
Personality: Kazami-san is by no means a figure to be taken lightly even if he himself wants to be such.
Kazami-san often is, and so commonly believed to be condescending, abrasive, and purely objective. He sticks out on social occasions as a sore thumb because he often has a hard time just having fun, preferring to take an active and responsible role all the while complaining about it, mostly as a joke. He respects his privacy and the privacy of others and will not interfere with the personal affairs of his acquaintances unless the said affairs might influence his status quo in a negative manner.
He cracks jokes. Be they good, bad, or inappropriate.
He doesn't have any preferences to his engagement or participation of general tasks, such as eating lunch, studying, social gatherings, etc, although he doesn't like to deviate for his standard schedule. He can be accommodating with himself in order to avoid social friction and despite everything else he is perfectly knowledgeable in how to treat women properly (as to whether he acts on that knowledge is a completely different circumstance).
Inside his head, Kazami is mostly rational, his thoughts usually filled with questions that tend lead to purely philosophical concepts that often lead to quirky, incomprehensible, and out of place monologues or comments.
Biography: Kazami Takeshi, Captain of Internal Affairs and Special Operation.
Kazami Takeshi wasn't to be raised to be the military weapon that he eventually became.
In fact it was an unexpected outcome, if anything his parents had expected for him to simply die.
Kazami Takeshi was the third child of two average parents and was raised with high expectations at first. Kazami Kazuki, the elder was a genius of comprehensible talent and intelligence. Any task assigned to her was completed with not only the utmost skill and execution, but little effort as well. Everything was easy, nothing was a challenge, and her life was one that revolved purely around interests. Whatever she wanted to do, world-class quality was but a day away. Despite all the attention she received she refused to be caught up in herself. In fact she spent most of her time taking care of her rather slow and peculiar siblings, despite her parents' complaints.
There was Kazami Yuuji, the second eldest whom was socially introverted thanks to the lack of parental love and concern. In fact, the individual was crushed under the heavy weight of expectations before his broken husk was carelessly thrown aside by his parents (which was same thing that would eventually occur to Takeshi). How could a hard working individual compete keep up with a genius that was forty-fifty times the person he was? His story is one to tell on a different day, in a different world.
Then there was Takeshi. Kazami the elders untimely death had left the Kazami family to break up, more specifically Yuuji and the parents who never really wanted him. Yuuji eventually fell off the grid, but it wasn't like anyone was really looking for him anyways. Takeshi was born 10 years after the genius' death. He was raised with the same expectation that was expected from Yuuji, but there was one key trait that stopped him being crushed under the weight of their expectations that his missing brother did not exhibit.
Hate. Complete, irrational, ungodly hate. He dreaded them, their presence, and their look on life. So when they decided to throw him away like the trash they thought of him to be, he walked off without a word. He was a ten at the time and wandered the street with nothing more than a desire to stay alive to prove that he wasn't the trash that his parents thought he was. Sadly conviction and will alone was not enough to get him by. Life was cruel and he was too young and too inexperienced to bite back. Then by some strange miracle of reality, the boy was pulled off a street corner by a dark, weathered man and his wife.
"We can still save him." her voice had rang.
"And why should we?" his responded, as if the life before him was nothing but filth that lined the empty road.
At those words the dying boy's will with reignited with the hate that he felt for his parents. Climbing back from death and with what was left of his consciousness he swung at the large military mind without a seconds thought.
"See? He's just like you." she spoke affectionately, catching his small first in her chest. The next thing he felt was the warm softness of her bosom. "We can't just let him die! What do you think master would say?"
"H-hey come on now, he's dirty don't touch him like that! What if you get sick?! You know your condition!" the gruff voice shouted in aggravation and fear.
"Oh, you're right... I'm feeling rather light headed. Better take both of us home now~"
And like that, he was saved from being dead street trash and well on his way to becoming a private military assassin. The rest of the story is pretty self explanatory except for his death. The next nine years of life was devoted to the physical training and endless studying. He had proven himself to not be trash, at least to his own eyes. Takeshi still remembers his first kill and how beautiful it felt to end the life of those that were truly the filth of society. Through the years all the hate he had for the world slowly bled away, kill after kill. And when he was diagnosed with stage three brain cancer he felt at peace with himself.
He died without having to deal with too much pain thanks to physician assisted suicide. His funeral was a rather large one, consisting of a few distinct and decorated military figures and a majority of his company. There were a few close friends, but besides that it was a standard funeral. With a hundred seventy two successful missions under his belt and a kill count that well exceeded the hundreds, he died doing something that was he was truly good at.
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