Name: Sakamoto Keita
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Keita is, surprisingly enough, a bit more wiry than one might expect of someone who lives within the Collar. At a modest 5'8", he appears comparatively unassuming compared to most of the others around him. Unkempt, mid-length black hair and a simple t-shirt and cheap jeans (the color and quality of which varies on a day-to-day basis) does not a particularly intimidating figure make, after all, and he is aware of that fact. If anything, what makes him stand out is a worn knapsack that he keeps slung over his shoulder, filled with whatever he thinks he needs for the day. With that said, his Deck is always kept tucked away in a small holster fastened to his belt—a 'souvenir' from helping take out the Doomraisers years ago.
Personality:Keita is the sort of person to value flexibility and consistency higher than most things; the former because of his own experiences, and the latter because of a lack thereof. He is a steadfast and reliable person when it comes to adversity, and more often than not he ends up being the type to think
around a problem rather than punch
through it. With that said, though, he is not entirely averse to the standard 'hit it until it stops' approach if necessary; his build usually makes that a bit more difficult than it might be for others, though, so working smarter instead of harder tends to be his approach to anything ranging from odd-jobs to planning raids.
Despite his own patience and honesty (which he himself claims is a fault at times), though, Keita is by no means forgiving. He has a strong personal sense of morality, and given the lack of Security presence in even attempting to curtail the Doomraisers, this often means that once his patience has run out, he will work tirelessly to make sure that debts are
paid. In a sense, that, too, can be considered 'reliable'.
History:Growing up had never been the easiest thing for Keita, especially as far as family was concerned. His father, a former steel mill worker, had passed away from complications as a result of his workplace when Keita was young, forcing him to have to 'grow up' to make ends meet for both himself and his mother. There was little work that the young Keita could reliably take, though; a delivery job here and a scavenging job there could only do so much to keep himself from being a burden. On the upside, though, that time drifting around aimlessly from job to job gave him two things: a reputation as someone 'reliable' and a way to source a few cards to use on the side—a way to defend himself, to
entertain himself.
Things changed when the Doomraisers arrived, though, as his reputation soon led to the gang actively harrassing him (and, by extension, his mother) for not taking a side. Neutrality, it seemed, was not an option, and the spite that he held for the gang grew steadily as days passed. There were less jobs for him to take on, if any, and even getting a single meal became a hassle. The breaking point was a single altercation in a string of many between one of the Doomraisers and his mother, during which the former had broken into their house and stolen the last of their savings. At this point, Keita had run out of any sort of patience; they needed to go, or he would go down trying.
Needless to say, though, he hadn't expected things to
work as well as they had, and as far as he knew, neither did the rest of the people fed up with the Doomraisers. Given the situation, though, there needed to be a way to fill the power vacuum left by the gang's dissolution; helping start the Bulwark Breakers just happened to be the only reasonable choice left.
Turbo Dueling Deck: "You guys have fun with that; I'll just keep tabs on inventory back here."