Post by vertigo on May 10, 2012 23:25:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERMANENT FILE[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 2px; border: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: ritsu otohimeAGE: Twenty-four GRADE: N/A SEXUALITY: Pansexual OCCUPATION: Art Teacher HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 158lbs FACE CLAIM: AMATSUKI, bonten PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Positives Extrovert Negatives Irrational[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]ABOUT PAST EVENTS[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Ritsu was born Taito City, one of Tokyo’s twenty-three special wards and no less congested then anywhere else. The metropolitan area in his day, not that modern evolutions have changed its overall behavioral stains, was a dangerous place to live. He was the middle child among three offspring, having an older sister and a younger brother to call his own. Unlike most that fall into dark days because of broken homes or abuse, Ritsu never suffered a day in his life. Both of his parents were alive and in good health, cousins and grandparents both were within easy reach and his family ties were – if nothing else – satisfactory. His temperament, while leaving much to be desired, wasn’t that of a child destined for delinquency but it didn’t stop it from happening either. The Ueno District was a frequent hangout spot due to its constant bustle and facilities, easily becoming a well-known pit stop for kids and teens thanks to its wide array of services. In his first year of high school he encountered boys of his own age and a little older who wrangled him into their group. They never did anything untoward aside from encouraging him to skip class every so often and it wasn’t until the end of his first year that his peers began to expose him to their less savory games. Trips to the arcade and innocent rendezvous at the mall were gradually being replaced with meetings in areas of ill repute. Ritsu, in spite of his immediate dislike of where things seemed to be headed, was no different from any other teenager. He wanted to impress his friends and didn’t want to seem a coward to the bigger kids, quickly falling in line and encouraged to become more involved the deeper in they led him. Their district was certainly no stranger to gang activity. At the time there were four of them in total with a smattering of smaller groups spread out in Ueno and Taito City. Ritsu was lassoed into one of the bigger and more active of groups that contained people of age ranging from high school to those well in their twenties or early thirties. It was an atmosphere of corruption, a place where no parent would want their child but Ritsu had never given his folks reason to doubt him nor had they heard anything of his ventures so naturally there was no suspicion of the impressionable youth who began drinking and smoking years before his time. They demanded nothing of him. It seemed, from his initial point of view, that they weren’t anything that the rumors suggested since all he was allowed to see was good times hanging out and people of a different perspective of the world then the one he had. But that line began to gray the longer he stayed with them, being introduced to everything and anything they were involved in and Ritsu rarely said no when presented with something new. It wasn’t until late in his second year that his friends ushered him into buying a knife with them from a dealer among their contacts. He was hesitant at first but not wanting to be excluded he made an excuse to his parents and became the proud owner of his own blade. Older members swiftly took this as a sign of maturity and began to teach him more shady skills, lock picking becoming something he excelled in. As time wore on his younger brother, Mamoru, enrolled in high school and Ritsu was eager to expose his sibling to the wonders of his adventures. It wasn’t long after introducing his brother that he became privy to the true grit of gang world. Those simple things such as delivering packages to apartment buildings or leaving messages were long gone and he was soon dealing drugs. By then it didn’t matter to him, he was thoroughly emboldened by all that he did and didn’t see it as wrong. He laughed at others misfortunes and joined in the medley of chaos around him. In his junior year however he was appended by the police for breaking and entering into a store that resulted in the notification of his parents. A rift formed in his family. His parents rightly angered by his choices and Ritsu who couldn’t kick his habits. He covered his tracks well and every attempt to hinder him was met with instant rebellion. Mamoru wasn’t as tough to break and withered under his parent’s persistence after a while but Ritsu wasn’t so quick to fall in line. He actually ran away at one point and was later returned after having to spend a week in the hospital for a broken arm from fighting. His parents were at their wits end so instead of trying to wear him down they gave up, they housed him but that was about the extent of their care as he frustrated them with his behavior. Even his college-going sister had no luck in getting him to see reason. The ugly pattern persisted. As soon as he could he found a job to pay for his habits while still raking in money from the tasks he performed for the gang but there were now more frequent interruptions. Opposing gangs – specifically those of Chinese orient – had always been an issue and turf wars were not all that uncommon. Ritsu and his short temperedness was in a few scuffles himself and refused to go to the hospital for treatment for any injury he received. Instead, his ever loyal brother would patch him up and simultaneously try to convince him leave the lifestyle to no avail. Beginning of his senior year and Ritsu had saved – and stolen – enough money to buy his very own motorcycle which he did with much pleasure and excitement. Precocious as he was it was the one investment that he knew would be truly worth the while and he cherished his bike. As chummy as he was with the other members he would very nearly cut off a finger of anyone who dared touch the thing. Mamoru, still the golden child, was mesmerized by the motorbike and was privileged in being the only person aside from its owner, to ever ride it. It was during a night ride that Ritsu got a surprise message from his friends that they were having trouble with their Chinese rivals and without thinking about the safety of his passenger, sped off to join the fray. It was already a full-on brawl when he got to the area and he joined the fistfight without reservation. The fighting was brought to an immediate halt when one of their Chinese opponents pulled a gun and shot dead one of Ritsu’s gang. Chaos was immediate as both parties began to run around, the Japanese half trying to flee from the shooter and the Chinese chasing their retreating opponents. Ritsu was felled by one such opponent who was giving him a sound beating until Mamoru appeared out of hiding with a fallen bat upside the head of his brother’s attacker. But for his bravery the shooter firing into the crowd, no longer distinguishing targets, shot the boy in the back and emptied his clip before fleeing the scene as sirens erupted all around them. The brother’s were hospitalized. Ritsu with a concussion and fractured right arm and Mamoru who required invasive surgery to remove the bullet lodged in his lower spine. But as the universal law of things suggestions: “It’s the good ones who are first to go” and though the metal had been successfully removed, it had ripped through too many nerves which would make his ability to walk very limited if at all. Ashamed of himself and now terrified of how close he had come to both losing his life and that of his brother’s, he sought forgiveness from his parents who rejected his advances. They blamed him and he couldn’t argue their reasons. He stayed in the gang, despite the bitter taste it left him, long enough to amass a decent amount of money before severing all ties to them. He moved out of his families’ home, too guilty and ashamed to stay, his grandparents taking him in despite protests from his father. They forgave him, easing some of his worries and stress but it never fully dissipated as he graduated High school, entering college the next year and taking art as his major. He’d done sketches and doodles all of his life, less in his time in high school but even then he’d done street art and graffiti. It was something simple and allowed him to be expressive in a positive way. He dabbled in anything he could, everything from fashion to sculpting and the little things in between. Doing two years of it before suddenly spurred by the urge to teach the subject and transferring into teaching.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]SECRETS [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]• Tattoo :: A small one that is easily hidden now but existent nonetheless. On his lower back he has had the likeness of a swallow-tailed butterfly inked in gold and orange. • Avoids Ueno Park :: He all but refuses to go near the place unless it is absolutely necessary, generally because he fears running into his former acquaintances. • Police Record :: Although he's done a commendable job of turning his life around, the man still can't erase the stains of his youth. He has two standing arrests in his name. One for breaking & entering and another for assault with a deadly weapon. He has spent two years in a juvenile correctional facility. • Police/Ambulance Sirens :: Guilt over the incident that crippled his younger brother has evolved into a phobia. Either of the two noises will cause him to break out in a cold sweat, if the sound persists he may even hyperventilate. • Lockpicking :: No longer his favorite skill but a skill nonetheless. Yet another reminder of his delinquent days. • Knife wielding :: It doesn't necessarily have to be a blade, anything with a point will do actually but once in his hands it can become quite the versatile weapon. 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