Takatori

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CASE FILE: Civilian

"Dance ya little fucker, DANCE!"
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        FULL NAME:
        → Codename: Takatori.
        → Real name: Damian Cain

        AGE:
        → 29 30

      SEX:
        → Male

        BIRTH PLACE:
        → London, Creta

        RACE:
        → Cretan

        DATE OF BIRTH:
        → October 31st, 1981

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        HEIGHT:
        → 193.04 cm

        WEIGHT:
        → 90.718474 kg

        PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

      DESCRIPTION:
        → The first thing that strikes you about this man is a massive wave of darkness in his aura. This man, standing at 6'6" is solid muscle, cruelty, and.... intimidation. He has one big rule, and that is this: "Don't fuck with Takatori." From his black, rather spikey hair, to the eyepatch covering his right eye, he almost appears more like the thugs under his command than their boss.

The glint in his grey eyes is pure malice, with a hunger for entertainment clearly in them. He wants everything, and yet he wants nothing. Typically he is found in a black trench coat type jacket, or else a leather biker type jacket that is most often left open with no shirt underneath. If there is a shirt there, it's a plain white t-shirt, nothing too fancy. And, of course, black combat type boots to top it all off. He has a tattoo just above his right eyebrow of some Aerugese characters that he doesn't generally translate for anyone.

A cigarette sometimes hangs from his mouth as he stares at you in such a way as to say, "I'm going to rip your soul to shreds." He walks with his hands usually stuffed in his pockets or holding some sort of weapon, maybe even a persons entrails if he's feeling dramatic. He walks with purpose, with a madness barely contained, with want in every step. You better hope he flashes you a smile of approval for otherwise it could mean anything. You might say a nice comment, or a funny one, and he'd smile and laugh. But is he truly laughing at what you said, or the thought of how your brain would look splattered on the wall? Or his next exploit?

His voice is husky, prone to cracking as he snarls or laughs. But he has such a pleasant face and body to look at, many have fallen into the trap of thinking he's a lovely man. He even acts pleasantly enough at times. But once they catch a glimpse of the beast he is, it's already too late for them. If they were to catch him walking down an alley alone at night, even rats would run the other way.

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        PERSONALITY:
        → Fear. Instilling fear in the apex of someones core gives you the biggest advantage over them. Respects all fine and fucking dandy, but it'll only get you so far. Think about it, you give respect to your boss either because you respect him, or because you're afraid he'll cut you loose. Oh sure, he might be a great guy, you could even be pals! But in the end, humans are ruled by fear on some level. And I love to turn that to my advantages whenever possible. Intimidation can be your biggest ally in anything you do besides strong leadership. Now finding that perfect balance.... Ahh.... now you see thats the goddamn key.

I'm the boss of the men in white for a goddamn reason. I know how to run this shit, and nobody would DARE question my orders. They know what happened to the last idiots who thought it was a brilliant idea. I think their eyeballs are still in a jar on my bookshelf.... or was it their fingers? Meh, I have so many sometimes I forget. Main fucking point? I'm the fucking MAN. Thats what. Don't you dare forget that. I'm good at what I do for a fucking reason. Practice can only get you so far, determination and will, will extend that even further. But I swear... you just gotta be born a certain way and experience enough shit to learn. Yeah, I'm full of myself. Get fucking used to it.

Oh, I also want a lot of goddamn things. Entertainment, whether thats flaying the skin off of someone or watching a decent movie. Money, gotta fund this group somehow along with aiding RIOTE. Playing nice ain't gonna cut it. Kill people for money, extort people for money, gamble, string someone out on drugs.... Shit, whatever the fuck it takes ok? Its why we got fingers in certain pies if you catch my drift. Works out best in the end. So yeah, I'm also a greedy bastard, get used to it.

Ahhh..... right... passtimes... I loooooooove to watch a person just slowly break down. Piece by piece. Brick by brick.... To see that knowledge settle in as they know its so freakin done. Then the tears. That fucking LOOK IN THEIR EYES!!! It's.... *laughs* IT'S SO DELICIOUS!! I... I have to have it. I have to do it. Its like a drug, I just can't get enough. Don't you FUCKING GET IN MY WAY! We're fucking done here. Figure the rest out yourself. I'm done.


        LOVE:
        → Causing mayhem
        → Killing people
        → Money
        → Blood
        → Breaking people down.
        → Madness
        → Booze
        → Torturing someone
        → Others misery
        → Himself
        → Movies
        → Watching the chaos go



        HATE:
        → Weaklings
        → Compassion
        → Useless people
        → Poor quality work
        → Goody-two-shoes
        → His good suits getting damaged
        → Alchemists
        → Boredom
        → Loosing money on stupid shit.
→ Being called Taka. Just don't do it.
→ Kids. Generally wimpy kids.

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        HISTORY:
        → You ever been born into a mob family? I didn't think so. Then what I'm about to tell you, you might not understand. Usually when you hear the word "mob," you think of those suave bastards in suits who have this whole "code" that they live by right? No... No you ain't been in my mob.

First thing you learn: Money. Money is power. Money can get you anything you want. Bitches, food, a house, clothes, knives, explosives, a new best friend.... Even your own goddamn family. Men in White were gamblers and drug dealers to begin with with a real mean streak if you crossed them, or didn't give us the dough. None of that murder shit till... heh.. Now I'm just getting ahead of myself.

So mom was just some random bitch dad hooked up for a night. You could say he had a group of concubines since he saw himself as the fucking king. Yea, thats where I got my ego so shut it. She's still around the old house somewhere. Probably. Can't remember if I put her in the wall or not... Anyways, Dad. Pop. He was a drinker, he could get mean, but he made sure I knew what was up in the world. I'm not so good with this young me shit. I was a mean, fucked up kid ok?

What matters is I got in trouble at school, but I was really smart so they couldn't just throw me out. They were stuck with me till I was done. No college for this bastard though. I did make sure that if I did cause trouble, the law wouldn't get involved too much since that would mean trouble for my pop. And.... much as I hated him sometimes, he was all I had. Bastard. He wasn't there much, so I was closer with his underlings than him. It was like I WAS one of his underlings, not his own flesh and blood. Yeah, just cause I was his son didn't mean I got any special treatment. No, he was just harder on me.

So when I suddenly had him pinned down with a knife to his throat, he just laughed. The bastard laughed. Oh I took my time with him. Me, a 20 year old kid. That was the best goddamn day of my life. I think he took.... what, 2 days to die? Yeah, I'll say I had my fun. Made his trusted boys watch too so they knew who they'd be listening to from then on. THIS was when we started getting into the business of killing. And let me tell you, in London? Plenty of places where business is good. Amestris, Drachma, Carraig... Shit, anywhere.

I trained the boys up, hired some fresh meat, cut out the fatty tissue that drowned us in the mire of lax. We dropped the drugs, just gambling and death. They seem to go really well together, don't ya think? Shut up, I wasn't asking. Anyways, we heard of this group RIOTE. We teamed up, since... well I just sorta wanna watch the world burn. They seemed a good bet for that. They make this safe little world interesting, and I can keep doing what I please. Which, let me tell you, is a lot of things. Don't like it? Too bad, I couldn't give two shits. Only a few things matter in this world, and thats money, my mob, and me.

So where were we... Oh yeah, sent off my favored Lieutenants Patience and Dr. Simmons off on a couple of jobs before heading off to Drachma where its fucking FREEZING AS ALL HELL. I had a little job from my... "bosses" as you could call them from RIOTE. It's not often that Aurelius and Hild give me shit to do, much less be involved in a full blown war and revolution! OHHHhhhhh let me tell YOU.... It was fucking DELICIOUS. Sure, I had to wait around for them to kill whats-his-face who had been in charge before, and for Amestris to get their slow asses TO Drachma, but man... Once they got there? It was fantastic!

Besides all of that pure, unbridled Chaos (and blowing up of APC's, buildings, and people), you wouldn't believe who I got to see and meet. A Daigoro Ito. An Ito! Besides the fox, Elastor! Oh we danced. We danced all right, and I woulda killed him too, buuuut that woulda been a bit boring. Besides, he had to go run off and save some woman. Pfft, whatever. Then I saw the fox himself!! Elastor Ito!!! My absolute FAVORITE man to mess with. He gives such perfect performances that just get my juices flowing. Mmmm.... and he did not disappoint. Hmm, not quite true. He did get a little fucking boring. Its why I left him! Oh I know we'll meet again, its inevitable. He still owes me money, he still wants revenge, and I just can't help myself. He's the perfect chew toy, and I expect his sister to be just as tasty. Now I'm back in Philly, and I'll admit, I miss all the explosions, smoke, and fire. Time to cause some chaos at home!

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      TRIVIA:
      → If you put it in his hands, he'll find a way to make it a weapon.
      → He ordered the killing of Elastor's parents both for amusement, and they fucked with him.
      → He kidnapped Anouk's sons because Elastor missed a payment tsk tsk!
      → Cretan, Amestrian, Drachman

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        ALIAS:
        → Vi, Vivi, whatever.

        OTHER CHARACTERS:
        → Vivian, Alisa, Catalina, Jeu-Hee, Rosaleen, Zabulon, Cora, Kyosuke

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
        → Because Aki said I could. XD It doesn't matter if he's going to die, I WANNA DO IT. RAAAA!!!

        FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Deadman Wonderland/Kazuma Kondou[/b]/[i]Crow aka Senji Kiyomasa[/i]

      CUSTOM RANK:
        → Agent of Chaos

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<3 ya Vi~

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