GENERAL CHARACTER STUFF
Character Name: I am called Kobun
Gender: I am a man
Age: Only the oyabun really knows.
Birthplace: Back room of an un-named sweatshop somewhere in the sprawls, never found out which one, never thought to ask.
Role: I am a Street Samurai
General Appearance: Photos preferred, no animu kthnxbai
Strengths: My body and mind have been honed from birth to be strong, fast and agile.
Weaknesses: My teachers tell me I am ridged and unimaginative in battle and I must rely more on my intuition. They also warned me about the electrodes under my skin how they are prone to discharging when damaged releasing painful electric shocks
Augmentation: I have sub dermal tattoos all over his body that move and flow and mark me for who I belong to.
Talents: I strive for discipline, and keeping my head, and I am accustomed to the more twisted side of the human condition.
Inabilities:[b/] I have never known freedom of thought and my world has left me unwilling to trash others.
Fears: I am afraid that if given too much freedom I'll lose myself to temptations and the lure of power.
General Personality: I see myself as calm and calculating, I define the people around me by the roles they fill in the world I grew up in and trust them to do everything in their role to have things their way.
Inner Personality: If you damn a river the water will still keep coming until it overflows. There are a lot of things I try not to think about, I'm not as cold as I appear I just lack a personal identity.
General History: The Oyabun told me I belonged to him, that my mother belonged to him. I do not remember her, or him ever mentioning who my father was. I have been to every shop he owns and have never known if one of the women there is her or not, It doesn't matter though because he, the Oyabun, my frostier father, has a vision. He told be his vision only once when I came of age, for a new empire in the sprawls, away from the corporations and rivaling them in power.
He said I was the first though as far as I remember even in the earliest days there were more to be trained from birth as a new generation of samurai like in the old stories. He had us trained my his most skilled men and as far back is my earliest memory I have had blood on my hands. Where I struggled most was the other lessons, the song and dance the Oyabun loved, and the delicate instruments of ancient design.
My teachers here strict and unforgiving and taught well… but I… for all the allusions for the arts we were still criminals and part of our teachings included the business side of business.
I.. I have bought and sold people like cattle full knowing that I would be in their place under normal circumstances. My brother-in-name betrayed us when he said one of the girls was his blood sister. how he could have found out I do not know but we hunted him down, like so many other enemies. We held a funeral service for him in secret and each asked ourselves what we would have done in his place.
I am Kubun, and I have no name. Only the tile of foster son. I am the embodiment of the oyabun's dream. I am one of his many foster sons. I am his possession to do with as he thinks best.
Allies/Connections: Yakuza of the Eternal Dragon.
Enemies: Most other Yakuza, rival gangs, police, rivals within the yakuza that believe he's the oyabun's favorite.
The Offer: It was an intriguing and unique offer for the oyabun: Offer one of his organization to help Seven weaken the corporations or have his sweatshops suddenly found by the police.