yan, min zhe

[minzhe]

[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: Min Zhe Yan AGE: 26 GRADE: n/a SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: criminal HEIGHT: 6’0” WEIGHT: 120 FACE CLAIM: NABARI NO OU, yoite 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]Min Zhe's reputation often preceeds him, and wrongfully so. Although he is a weaponry expert capable of many violent crimes, his manner is far from what one would expect of a notorious criminal. He's the shyest person you could meet, the sort who suffers a great deal of anxiety at the mere prospect of social interaction. He has a terrible stutter, and never seems to know what to say, and as such avoids speaking when possible. Min Zhe seems more pitiful than dangerous, but he honestly prefers to be underestimated—he tends to fall apart under pressure. Though he's more easily brought to anxiety attacks than violence, he's certainly got a dangerous and sadistic side. Min Zhe isn't easily provoked, but once he is, doesn't have any inhibitions when it comes to violence and other unlawful behaviour. He's often lost in his own thoughts, not very good with understanding others, and most people don't really understand him either. Min Zhe doesn't like to cooperate or work with others, but he wants control to be exerted over him, to a certain extent. In that sense he's very dependent on others to tell him what to do, but in most other things, he prefers to be left alone. His crippling social anxiety tends to isolate Min Zhe from other people, and his nervous and shy manner is outright unnerving to anyone who knows what he's capable of. Though he's difficult to understand and difficult to earn the trust of, he's extremely devoted and rather clingy to anyone who manages to do so. Min Zhe's view on things tends to be very black and white, and so are his actions—he's very much all or nothing. When something garners his interest, he's obsessive, every bit the perfectionist and extremely meticulous. [/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]Born and raised in Hong Kong, Min Zhe was the youngest of two, with his older brother Cheng Lei being five years older than him. Their parents both held down low wage jobs, working long hours to support the family of four, and Min Zhe was often left in the care of his brother, who never held his younger brother in very high regard. He was still a child, and was a rather irresponsible caregiver. Min Zhe cried and complained, but seeing as how his efforts to be noticed were more or less ignored, eventually gave up on them, retreating into quiet. Min Zhe had never quite been normal anyways, though his upbringing didn’t help any. He was small, shy and neurotic since childhood, hardly speaking and with a stutter whenever he did. For this he was often bullied by other kids, and though his immediate response was what could be expected of someone as shy as he was, there had always been a part of him that held a grudge, though he didn’t tend to act on it until much later. However, as the two grew older, Cheng Lei soon began to see his brother as less of a nuisance, instead finding ways to put him to use. His newfound interest wasn’t anything negative at first—defending Min Zhe from bullies, letting him tag along on outings, actually treating him like a brother for the first time in his life. But this wasn’t without ulterior motives, and Cheng Lei soon had himself a codependent and extremely compliant lackey in his brother. Much of Min Zhe’s early criminal record was filled with things he’d done on his brother’s orders—theft, assault, vandalism. His poor social skills left him a perfect victim, isolated from everyone but Cheng Lei, who played off their relationship as normal and loving. And if that wasn’t enough to screw around with Min Zhe’s idea of love, his brother soon started to show a different sort of interest in him. He was around ten years old when the sexual abuse began, and though still too young to understand exactly what his brother was doing and how wrong it was, had a gut feeling this was wrong. But Cheng Lei insisted it was healthy, it was brotherly, and ever the devoted little puppet, Ming Zhe went along with it. Despite the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to refuse or defy Cheng Lei, the younger boy couldn’t help but feel wrong and dirty about it all, and he couldn’t help the guilt that welled up at the fact that he felt these things despite his brother’s words. He felt angry, he felt hatred, and returned to his past grudges to let out these frustrations—mostly with blunt force trauma. He went for the kids that had bullied him years ago, most of whom didn’t even remember having done so. Ming Zhe had become volatile and dangerous, following his own twisted logic in extracting revenge, and even Cheng Lei had grown afraid of his younger brother, of the monster he’d created turning on him. He backed off, relinquished his control. Ming Zhe felt abandoned, yet still trusting in his brother’s judgement, retreated as well, becoming more depressed and isolated than ever, but a good deal less violent. Cheng Lei’s paranoia lessened as time passed, and before long he’d carefully reassumed control of Min Zhe, who was glad to have someone telling him what to do again. This time, Cheng Lei had realized where he’d gone wrong, and didn’t dare to try anything sexual. Not with Ming Zhe, at least. He went out a lot, leaving his brother wondering if he’d done something wrong, yet still deeply afraid of ever returning to that sort of relationship, even once his brother had moved out and Ming Zhe’s guilt had worsened. The two of them grew apart. Cheng Lei went on to live like the sleazy bastard he was, and Ming Zhe tried to focus on school, shocking teachers with the improvement in his grades—they’d thought him to be incredibly stupid and socially inept, and while the former never quite changed, his grades were outstanding once he began putting in the effort. But this didn’t last. Cheng Lei’s new life wasn’t as great as he hoped it would be, not everyone was obedient and willing to bend over backwards for him as his brother was. He missed his little brother, but had grown too proud to return home. But drinking has a way of getting people to do ridiculous things. Fifteen years old, Min Zhe was, as usual, home alone when Cheng Lei stumbled into the apartment, drunk out of his mind and crazed with grief after his girlfriend had broken up with him. Ming Zhe was just glad to see his brother again, who he’d missed, despite the way things had seemed to be looking up for him without Cheng Lei around. He tried to calm the drunken man down, tried to get him into bed to sleep off the alcohol, concerned for his wellbeing, mostly excited to see him again. But as happy as Min Zhe was to see his brother, even he had his limits. And his triggers. When Cheng Lei started to talk about ‘love’, started to flatter Min Zhe, started to grab at him, the boy panicked—he felt that things between them had finally smoothed out, and he didn’t want to return to the way they’d been before. He was, for the first time he could remember, angry—furious in fact, with his brother. He stuttered out a threat, a ‘don’t fucking touch me or else—’ sort of thing, which with his poor articulation was difficult to take seriously even for someone who knew how dangerous the boy could be (especially when said someone was drunk). But when Cheng Lei tried to corner him in the kitchen, tried to force himself onto Min Zhe, he’d gone too far, a fact which he realized almost too late. Min Zhe nearly castrated him with a kitchen knife. By this time Min Zhe was well aware of what his brother had done to him and how wrong it was, but a part of him was still loyal to his brother, never having had any sort of close relationship with anyone else. He faltered, and that was enough time for Cheng Lei to flee the apartment—he never tried to contact Min Zhe again. And the boy could sense the finality with which Cheng Lei had left; he somehow knew that this was more or less the end of their relationship. He had been abandoned, and found himself at a loss again—this time the abrupt and definite ending made it worse and he went back to violence to release all the pent up rage. By the time he was seventeen, Min Zhe had been expelled from high school after several incidents of violence. When questioned about his actions, the teen never spoke up to defend what he’d done, never explained they were acts of retaliation. Without as much as a high school diploma and a criminal record as long as his, it was no surprise that Min Zhe fell into crime as a way of making money once he was on his own. He worked low ranking jobs for a crime ring, but it soon became clear that he was lacking in brawn and had far too much brains for the menial tasks he’d been doing. Min Zhe, however, had picked up a good deal of knowledge during this short stint—namely on weaponry. He found a job at a garment’s factory, living paycheck to paycheck for a while, but inevitably found himself drawn back into crime. Once again, Min Zhe worked short stints for different organizations and gangs—his longest standing job being at a chop shop, where he was more or less in his element. It was while he worked there that he began taking small on-the-side jobs repairing weapons, and between his cheap rates and the excellent work he did, his popularity grew through word of mouth and he began making more money with repairs than he did with his actual job. He soon became a full times arms dealer for a steadier income, and worked on developing and improving weapons on the side. [this part is kind of shoddy, I can edit for whoever decides to make the other guy] He had built up his own one-man business, and a reputable one at that (as reputable a criminal one could be, at least), and had expected to continue this way for a good while. Min Zhe had never expected to begin doing business with Japanese crime lords, but soon enough it seemed he had captured the interest of one man in particular. He’d heard Min Zhe was a genius with weapons and a violent sadist at that, and he offered him a job working under him, developing weapons just for his organization. Most people saw Min Zhe as a dangerous sort of enigma, who despite his trusted reputation was unpredictable and difficult to cooperate with. But this man seemed to understand Min Zhe a little better, namely the fact that despite he wasn’t very good at working with others, at heart the young man was a follower, the kind of person who found comfort in being told what to do. Min Zhe jumped at the chance of finally finding someone willing to take him under their wing. However, just before leaving for Japan, Min Zhe had some unfinished business he’d hoped to finish, unsure of whether or not he’d ever return to Hong Kong. He still felt a deep sense of regret over the fact that he’d lost his nerve and not taken revenge on his brother when he’d had the chance, so he tracked down Cheng Lei’s whereabouts. The day before he left for Japan, Min Zhe went to his brother’s apartment on a whim, broke in only to find his brother was out. He was disappointed that he’d missed his chance, but then decided that he would definitely make it a priority to return to Hong Kong in the future and finish what he’d started. And so that his visit wouldn’t be for nothing, Min Zhe started a fire in the apartment, ending in a huge blaze that damaged a good deal of the building. During the investigation of the fire, all leads were following, including one about the criminally insane brother of one resident Cheng Lei Yan, though by the time the investigation reached that point Min Zhe Yan had disappeared without a trace. More research dug up his extensive list of crimes, which started from minor theft and assault from a young age to more recently arms dealing and manufacturing of illegal weapons and even murder. He’s still a wanted criminal in Hong Kong, but Min Zhe’s new boss had taken precautions and had provided him with fake documents and a new identity, keeping him as much under the radar as possible. Eventually Min Zhe had picked up a sort of pet project with tracking his brother. He still had contacts in Hong Kong—in fact his circle of contacts had grown significantly since joining under his boss—and he had a few cameras installed in Cheng Lei’s apartment, watched his spending, had reports sent of his recent activities. Although it would have been easy to have Cheng Lei taken care of at this point, Min Zhe was determined to do it himself, and so he simply kept a close watch, waiting patiently for a suitable opportunity to go back to Hong Kong and do so. However, his obsession shifted—and took on a whole new level—when he tagged along with his boss for a confrontation with a man by the name of Gokonosurikire Sadao. Min Zhe’s self esteem had never improved—he’d grown up being told he was stupid and insignificant, and he felt more overestimated and pressured by all the people suddenly respecting him than anything. He was still nervous and shy as ever, and he couldn’t help but become fascinated by the detective, how calmly and easily he acted even under such pressure. He was fascinated, and eagerly took on surveillance of the detective upon his boss’s orders. The more Min Zhe watched and learned of Goko, the more infatuated he grew, and with his personal interest and orders from above coinciding, he took on the task with more meticulousness and commitment than ever. At first he simply planted cameras and recorders, eventually planting more and more for better vantage, reviewing the tapes frequently and obsessively. He loved to watch Goko do even the most menial tasks with such distinctive charm and ease. Eventually he grew bolder, breaking into Goko’s apartment while he was out. He simply enjoyed the atmosphere, the thought of being in the detective’s space, surrounded by the smell, the feel of him. His visits became more intrusive over time, with Min Zhe soon looking through his files, touching his things but still not daring to change or move anything around. But after a few short and undisruptive visits, Min Zhe couldn’t help himself and ended up taking an old tie of Goko’s. Although he didn’t seem to have noticed, Min Zhe felt incredibly guilty about it—he’d stolen plenty before, but it seemed a different matter when it came to the man who he’d come to idolize. On his next visit, he left him a Rolex, and then feeling as if that might not have been enough, added a few notes in his case files that he thought might be useful, though nothing that would put him or his boss at risk. Taking things and leaving things soon became common practice, but Min Zhe quite literally could not get enough of Goko even with that. It took quite a while for him to build up enough courage to take the next step and meet him face to face. He had considered a casual meeting, but Min Zhe nearly had a nervous breakdown at the pending social interaction, and ended up drugging the detective and taking him back to his apartment. Somehow he was a little more at ease with the detective drugged and tied to a chair. Min Zhe had loved the straight face with which Goko took pain, and he loved it even more when he was delivering it. While good at torture, the stalker wasn’t very good with attempts at social interaction, and more often than not ended up drugging Goko again and taking him back to his apartment out of anxiety before any attempts at conversation got too far. The torture and kidnappings became common, though not necessarily frequent—Min Zhe was more comfortable watching and lurking than really interacting, though he loved the torture (and noticed the detective didn’t entirely seem to mind it either). Until Goko, Min Zhe had never felt what most people considered a crush, he’d never had a girlfriend or boyfriend or particularly wanted one, but he was sure that his feelings towards Goko could be called love. He doesn’t even want any sort of relationship beyond what they have right now, and is perfectly content with admiring the detective from afar as he has been doing for the past two years.[/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]All his documents identify him as Ren Yonezu, which is the name on his credit cards, bills, and his rented apartment. He feels more comfortable with this Chinese name, though, and prefers people to call him Min Zhe. A native Cantonese speaker, he's insecure about his Japanese and his accent, which only makes his anxiety when speaking worse. He's also a lot more hostile and difficult to talk down in Japanese. Sexual abuse from his childhood has left him rather edgy when it comes to physical contact. Though he's most often prone to panic attacks, certain things will trigger immediate (and often unnecessary) violent responses. Cheng Lei is almost always in the back of his mind, and when it comes to wielding weapons, Min Zhe often aims low. Min Zhe never really had home cooked meals growing up, so he's been learning to cook—Chinese food, mostly. He leaves leftovers at Goko's place sometimes. He was raised Buddhist, and is occasionally semi-practicing. Min Zhe never answers the phone. If you leave a message he'd probably hear it, but talking over the phone is far too nerve wracking for him.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]LIKES & DISLIKES[/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]

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[li] puzzles
[/li][li] large cities
[/li][li] recently, cooking
[/li][li] Chinese food
[/li][li] getting revenge
[/li][li] machinery, weapons
[/li][li] computers
[/li][li] violence
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[li] complete silence
[/li][li] working with others
[/li][li] having the obvious stated
[/li][li] the Japanese language
[/li][li] emotional people
[/li][li] social institutions
[/li][li] conversations
[/li][li] unpredictably
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