name. Yamato Kurisawa
aliases. Yama. It's short for his name.
Kurakura. It's a dumb version of his surname.
(Biting) Dog. A nickname he earned by his violent and aggressive nature.
sex. Man.
age. 22
occupations. ◽ bouncer at a nighclub
◾ bodyguard for hire at the private security company attached to the mob he's a part of
height. 5'7"/1.72
weight. 149lbs/68kg
body type. fit, athletic, but not like a body-builder
strengths. ◽
athletic◾
fearless◽
no social ties.◽
hotheaded/reckless.◾
no formal education.◽
no connections.◾
handling weaponry (knives, sticks, pistols).◽
can drive cars rather well.◾
lockpicking, hotwiring.◽
street fighting.◾
karaoke.◽
videogames.◾
partying.◽
smoking. personality. ↳ Yamato is exactly how he looks - stand offish, delinquent, and an asshole. He generally does whatever he wants, not exactly being a role model. It is lucky, then, that he stays out of the spotlight and stays behind the scenes most of the time in his years in the mob.
For what it's worth, Yamato is quite loyal to his friends and would stick up for them if needed. That said, friends are few and far between, since he's not the most open of people and his mark as a person that is supposed to be erased has separated him from anyone that cared enough to call themselves his friends. It takes some time to get used to him, and most people don't have the patience for that. Mostly those that stick around him are people like him - delinquents, troublemakers, criminals and crooks.
But his delinquent attitude also makes him seem cool (to some people). Frequent smoking, hell the guy is a chainsmoker, as well as drinking and going out, make him seem slightly more cool. Whether or not this affects your view of him depends on you as a person, but it does give him a certain attitude of being a dangerous member of the mob. Suppose that's also why he got marked.
backstory. ↳ Yamato was born in one of the poorer districts around Osaka, with his father being a car mechanic and his mother being a stay at home mom. Being an only child in a poor family meant there was a lot of pressure on him to perform well to make the investment his parents made into him worthwhile. “Get good grades,” was a thing he'd hear quite frequently even though he used to do quite well for himself. As he became older and moved on to highschool the pressure proved to be too much for him as he became more independent. The lack of income and nice things made him jealous of those around him and ensured that he got in with the wrong crowd - the mob. Although he was merely affiliated at first, not being an official part of the mob but merely.. an associate of sorts that did the odd errand for them, he quickly became more involved in it all and began doing other things for them.
The errands were simply enough. “Take this money to here, deliver that message to there, go take a look at what these guys are doing.” It wasn't even criminal until he started delivering 'packages' that had illegal items in them, but really, what police officer would stop a 15 year old kid? It was the perfect cover, wasn't it?
At 17 he dropped out of highschool after a particular large fight with his parents and he was disowned. And any chance of coming back into the family fold was ruined when he moved out the next day and strayed around for a few days before being taken in by the mob. They saw a chance in him, after all, a 17 year old trouble maker that seemed to be unafraid of causing a ruckus and getting physical. He moved up from being an associate to being a muscle for the clan. Hotwiring cars, breaking and entering, collecting 'enforcement money', it were all new ways to make money and they were all so easy. He learned the ropes quickly and moved up rapidly, becoming more influential within first his regime and then the organization. But he never stepped into the upper echelons of the hierarchy - he was considered too brutish and rash for that, which were just nice ways to say he was stupid. It suited him just fine however.
This continued for some time. Yamato made more money, and began getting involved in the street racing nightlife scene. He purchased a sweet tuned up car, and raced it across town at night, losing a lot at first but gradually becoming better and better until he started winning, and actually earning a bit of money from the prize pools.
This all proved to be a rather short lived success. Five years after he originally moved out and got involved in the scene, he'd be notified he was to be erased. Somehow, someone somewhere had gotten offended with his very existence. Thinking about it, it was probably the father of the person he rivalled in the street racing thing. Usually these things were about offenses much bigger than just beating someone in a race. But this was about a lot of money, and to add to that, the dumb kid totaled his car while racing against Yamato. It'd be little concern otherwise if it weren't for the fact that his father was a mob boss of his own. That must've been where the hit came from. And once it was known in the upper echelons that Yamato was going to be erased - well, his own clan cut ties with him rather quickly. His social life already didn't exist anymore. His history would be erased - if needed his parents too would be erased. Just non-existence.
So when he received the mysterious text that warned him, he had no real other choice. He was already dead. You might as well fight back at that point. Otherwise... you might as well lay down and accept your fate. But not Yamato. He'd fight back. So he packed a bag, grabbed his keys and ran for his car, running off to Tokyo, where the mysterious text had ordered him to go. Hopefully the head start of a day he had meant he could do it without being traced immediately, but these guys weren't just random nobodies. They were better than Yamato at what they did - so he had to become better than them. Not to win - to survive long enough to take revenge.
Better to die fighting than to die on hands and knees begging like a prostitute.
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