Post by darkrexx on Aug 2, 2009 5:07:04 GMT -5
Kazuo Kato:: is presented by
DarkRexx, who's been roleplaying for 10 years and is 26 years old. DarkRexx has no other characters here.
DarkRexx, who's been roleplaying for 10 years and is 26 years old. DarkRexx has no other characters here.
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate reads Kazuo Kato
But You Better Call Me Kazuo.
I've Seen the World For 22 years
As I've Been Around Since March 4th. (day and month only)
Making Myself Known As Ex-Professor
I Classify As a Male Human
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
Kazuo Kato stands at five foot six, with vivid, thick, red hair swept to one side. His eyes are forest green and he walks along with a self-assured strut. His favorite clothes are jackets, tank-tops and heavy boots of all kinds, and his personal style often makes him come across as a J-rocker wannabe.
He's averagely handsome, but he thinks he's MUCH more attractive than he really is. His face is a bit thin, and he has a few small facial scars from catching a well-deserved beating or three. He's got a big mouth, literally, which, when combined with his thin face, gives him a bit of a psychotic look when he's smiling.
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N What I've Done ◊
Kazuo has been spending his free time trying to find a job and clubbing. Before his current unemployment, he was a teacher at a university, and was living with his brother. He was quickly fired after it was discovered that he was bribing fellow teachers and senior students into writing his lesson plans.
Shortly after, he was forced to move out of his brother's apartment. It seemed like he was going to be living on the streets forever when luck found him. Apparently, his brother had finally been arrested for money laundering, but died mysteriously shortly after his incarceration was televised. Being the sole survivor of his family name, he inherited enough cash to pick himself back up and start over. What he actually DID with the money was blow it on parties and easy living. Now, he's living out of a cheap apartment with barely enough cash left to pay bills.
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N Take a Look ◊
Kazuo makes his own problems by being impulsive and confrontational. He's a spendthrift, lacks discipline and is easily tempted. That he hasn't done anything foolish enough to land himself in jail is a testament to the favors of fortune.
On the flip side, he is also capable of acts of kindness on a small scale. He's polite to the elderly, gets along well with kids (probably because he's so immature himself) and is even capable of insight and cunning when he applies himself. More often than not, though, he's a doofus.
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at poker!
Though you may win at anything else...
I Like money and cards.
I Don't like losing or truly evil people.
Keep Away the only thing a blazing comet like me is truly afraid of... dying.
Abilities Master Card Shark and a Good judge of Character
Weapons Whatever's available, be creative!
Alliance Whomever I like at the moment. The Kira case makes for great TV.
Extra In essence, Kazuo is the worst nice guy ever.
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N Show and Tell ◊
"HA! My 'best hand' of the night! Beat that!"
Kazuo Kato slammed the cards down on the old wooden table they were using to play Texas hold-em, sending poker chips and cigar butts flying in all directions. A few moments earlier he has bluffed everyone into raising thier bets, only to fool them into pulling out at the last moment and letting Terry take the pot with a particularly sour pair of cards.
The men he had been beating all night had gone from hopeful, to angry, and now, unsettlingly quiet. The big man who had organized the game stood up, cleared his throat, and glared at Kazuo.
"I think..." he said with a rough voice, "You've been cheating." "I'm not sure I get your meaning, old man." Kazuo said. He laughed nervously out of habit, and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't have to cheat when you and your idiot mooks are so easy to read." The lesson of not using insults to explain your innocence was something that Soterious seemed resistant to learning. "Insolent little punk! I invited you here because I worked with your brother, and THIS is how you behave? Maybe the boys and I should bea-"
Kazuo didn't let Big Man finish that sentence, tipping the large table over into him and the angry thugs. He ran for the back door, using his shoulder to bash it open as he dug the keys to his car out of his pocket. The sounds of guns being cocked behind him quickly became the sound of guns shooting at him. Bullets flew around Kazuo as he fumbled with the lock on his door. They were getting closer... and more accurate. Bullets were skipping around his feet as he got the door opened, and a stray shot put out a side view mirror as he sped off into the night.
Kazuo Kato slammed the cards down on the old wooden table they were using to play Texas hold-em, sending poker chips and cigar butts flying in all directions. A few moments earlier he has bluffed everyone into raising thier bets, only to fool them into pulling out at the last moment and letting Terry take the pot with a particularly sour pair of cards.
The men he had been beating all night had gone from hopeful, to angry, and now, unsettlingly quiet. The big man who had organized the game stood up, cleared his throat, and glared at Kazuo.
"I think..." he said with a rough voice, "You've been cheating." "I'm not sure I get your meaning, old man." Kazuo said. He laughed nervously out of habit, and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't have to cheat when you and your idiot mooks are so easy to read." The lesson of not using insults to explain your innocence was something that Soterious seemed resistant to learning. "Insolent little punk! I invited you here because I worked with your brother, and THIS is how you behave? Maybe the boys and I should bea-"
Kazuo didn't let Big Man finish that sentence, tipping the large table over into him and the angry thugs. He ran for the back door, using his shoulder to bash it open as he dug the keys to his car out of his pocket. The sounds of guns being cocked behind him quickly became the sound of guns shooting at him. Bullets flew around Kazuo as he fumbled with the lock on his door. They were getting closer... and more accurate. Bullets were skipping around his feet as he got the door opened, and a stray shot put out a side view mirror as he sped off into the night.
