KAWAKITA, kyo

[kawakita kyo]

» YOUR NAME; Lyn
» YOUR AGE; 17
» YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS; None
» HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SBR?; A series of plugs from othe forums.

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» FULL NAME; Kawakita Kyo (“Jashin”)
» AGE; 18
» GENDER; Male
» SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Straight
» I AM; [the guitarist] in [Chemical Cookbook]
» PLEASE PROVIDE A 100x100 ICON to be used on your band/crew page, etc. by the admin.: ICON

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» CELEBRITY/PB; Hitsugi (\ {±)
» HEIGHT; 5’7
» WEIGHT; 120
» HERITAGE; Japanese
» LINK TO ATLEAST 3 DIFFERENT PICTURES; [1] [2] [3]

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» PERSONALITY; Jashin has a variety of bad habits that at times annoy even him. He tends to chew on sleeves and collar of his shirts when he is bored. In fact, he tends to chew on a lot of things, his fingers, pens, pencils, paper, etc. He also is fairly quiet, as his English is not always perfect. On the same note, his inability to always grasp the English language causes him to not understand everything everyone tells him, as he often forgets words. He has a tendency to dose off whenever he gets a moment of peace. Jashin is constantly toying with his hair.

His lack of mastery over the English language causes Jashin to be a quiet man, sometimes even to the point where some mistake his ignorance for rudeness. Although he does speak English very well, he lacks confidence in his knowledge and often avoids speaking because he is frequently ridiculed for her heavy accent. Jashin’s inability to consistently understand and speak to the majority of the people around him forces her to be a bit untrusting. In a comfortable situation, however, Jashin tends to be loud and sometimes even obnoxious. He has been known to have a bit of a foul mouth, but only when speaking Japanese.

Jashin generally doesn’t like or dislike anyone, being someone who doesn’t care to get to know too many people, he feels that she has no right to judge them without adequate evidence. If a person treats him with respect, he will treat them with respect. If a person treats him with disrespect, he will do the same to them- a trait that has often gotten him in trouble. He is much more likely to get along with one of his own than a polar opposite, who he would simply be uncomfortable around.

When he is around friends, he is very fun to be around. Jashin has been called a trickster and a comedian by those closed to him, mostly because of his wacky antics, almost all of which are caught on his camera. When on stage or in front of a more important camera, he is shy, and usually stays to the back, trying not to be too noticed too much. For this reason, he sits in the back and does not speak much during interviews.

Jashin is very intelligent and well educated, as he was pushed hard by his parents to exceed academically. He had already began university in Tokyo before beginning his musical career.

» LIKES;

• Visual Kei
• Reading
• Cats
• Guitar
• Video Games
• Singing
• Cartoons
• His Video Camera
• American Television
• Sendai
• Harajuku**
• Okinawa
• Jamaica
• Tokyo

» DISLIKES;

• Spiders
• Driving
• Fire
• Forks and Spoons
• Teddy Bears
• Milk
• Mexican Food
• Fast Food

» OTHER?; Jashin often makes fun of people in Japanese, so that they do not understand him.

» FAMILY ;

mother's name and age: Kawakita Nami, 39
father's name and age: Kawakita Chiba, 41
mother's occupation: None.
father's occupation: Worker at a bread factory.
siblings: Hana, 8


» PAST;

Kyo was born in Sendai, Miyagi Prefecture, Japan, to a working class family. His father, Chiba worked late hours at multiple unorthodox jobs, such as a worker at a bread factory and a door-to-door baby mussel salesman. His mother, Nami, however was not as career minded, staying at home and raising her children. His father worked hard to send his only son to one of the more expensive boarding schools in Japan. During his elementary school years, Kyo was referred as “Nodoka” or “Quiet One”. He was very shy in school being unlike the others, as he did not come from a wealthy family.

Upon entering high school, Kyo would become a bit more of a social butterfly, mostly because of his interest in music. He joined a garage band that became very popular in the Sendai area called “Sekishoku” or “Red”. Here Kyo would take on the name “Jashin” or “Wicked God”, on the guitar, joining good friends Naga (“Jushin” or “Thunder god”) on the drums, Kairai (“Mushin” or “Water god”) Taki (“Megumi” or “Goddess”) as the vocals for the band, known also as “Kamigami no Sendai” or “The Gods Of Sendai”. The band was popular among the Visual Kei scene, traveling all over Japan’s underground circuit. Sekishoku opened for such famous bands as Dir en grey, GazettE, and MUCC.

Sekishoku reached its peak on Kyo’s sixteenth birthday, where they opened up for international superstar Gackt at the Budokan Arena in Tokyo. It was at this performance that attracted the attention of an American talent scout, who promised to bring him and his band over to the United States, as the Japanese Musical style was growing more and more popular in America. Unfortunately, the agent has yet to bring the other ‘God’s of Sendai’ to the United Stated.

Upon getting to America, Kyo was basically left on his own by his “Agent”- in a strange land, and without the adequate resources, knowledge, or information to get around. And so began one of the hardest years of Kyo’s young life. Kyo began his life in America in a New York project complex just outside of the city, where he would live for the majority of the year. In this time, he was fortunate enough to take night classes at a charity program that gave English lessons to immigrants. He picked up the basics of the English language fairly quickly, and was able to get a minimum wage job at a fast food joint… how he hated it. The smell of deep-fried food makes him sick to his stomach even today.

After living in America for about eight months, he received a call from the agent that had abandoned him so long ago- telling him that he had gotten him a try out with a band looking for a guitarist. This was when Kyo had to use his best talent to survive in this strange place- his musical abilities. He tried out for Chemical Cookbook- and the rest was history. Kyo, known only as his stage name “Jashin” is known as being the guitarist in the band who maintained his Visual Kei image, despite joining an American band.

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Over the past year, the assassin called Lynn Amane has truly made a name for herself on the streets of Liberty City as one of the most deadly females on the scene, and this ever-growing reputation hadn’t gone unnoticed by many of the gangs around these parts- Lynn being a free agent of sorts, free to negotiate with whomever she pleased- and for the most part, she liked it that way- able to kill without worrying of the repercussions, a slave to nobody but those she paid to protect her… But this lifestyle benefited others more than her. The killing was fun, but she usually ended up paying 75% of her earnings to whoever her manager was at the time… perhaps it was time to find and establish herself in a powerful gang… business could only improve from such a move, and if there was anything the Black Widow loved more than blood… and sex… it was money.

But tonight, she would find herself in a different situation, a sudden impulse pushed Lynn to more independence after she shot down her former pimp Telith Spyker in the subway, leaving her to fend for herself for at least tonight. It was a particularly cool night, even for the summer seasons, cold enough to see ones breath float up to the full moon above in the cloudless sky. The sound of high heels clicking and clacking off of cold pavement echoed through the dark alleys of Liberty City. It was Lynn, dressed as if though for a special occasion- this was a big hit, paying for the elimination of the two leaders of an up and coming gang.

A car pulled up to her as she walked the sidewalk, a low riding black and red Cadillac El Dorado with darkly tinted windows. Two men were inside, both of them being fairly large, one being tall Hispanic with freshly cut hair, and one being a heavy set bald black man wearing aviator sunglasses. Lynn slowed her stride, bending over to look into the car, the bald man driving the car spoke up, his voice was deep and raspy- probably a chain smoker.

“Is this the girl we’re having our ‘appointment’ with?” He said to the lanky one.

“Sure is, she’s a lot better looking in person than in her pictures! Damn, mama, you ready for a good time?” He responded with a grin, rolling down the window a bit more to check out their investment’s body.

Lynn gets into the car, only smiling and not saying a word… it was better that way. She wasn’t that good at setting up these things by herself, so she would avoid saying anything to potentially screw this big job up. When she did speak, it was gentle and polite.

“So where are you big strong boys going to take little ol’ me?” She said giggling, crossing her legs as she settled into the rear right seat. Sure it was cheesy and ironically innocent, but the two customers seemed to enjoy it, both of them grinning ear to ear.

“Where gunna take you back to the hang out, sweet thang, and your gunna show me, my buddy Carlo here, and some of our buddies a real good time. We did pay you extra, so you better not complain about shit, you hear?” Said the driver, the passenger nodded in agreement.

“Give her a break, Rex, she hasn’t said five words to us yet. She probably knows what happened last time a slut complained about what the Black Bloods did to her, word tavels fast with their kind. I’m just eager to see what this little chica can do when we get her home, eh?” He laughed, reaching back and placing a hand on Lynn’s thigh, she smiled a fake smile as the pulled around to their little hang out- a beat up abandoned apartment complex.

What was waiting for them was a gathering in the center, and about ten other Black Bloods to welcome their leaders, the rest were asleep in their rooms. The one called Rex stepped out of the car, “So this is what you have to work with, boys!” He opens the door, Carlo helped Lynn out of the vehicle in a mock gentlemanly fashion. The crowed made cat calls and shouted in excitement. One thug in the background could be heard screaming, “She’ll be the sorest piece of ass in Liberty City come tomorrow!” The rest laughed.

“Quiet, quiet, quiet, boys, you’ll have your turn. Right now, me and Carlo are going to take her to a room to ‘warm her up’. She’s all yours afterwards.” Lynn only smiled as she was escorted by hand to a room, apparently the bet one in the complex, the two leaders followed in quickly after, eager to get started. Rex rubbed his hands together while Carlo looked around a bit puzzled, closing the doors behind him.


“Yo, Rex, who fucking cracked the wall in here, homie?” He looked around, but brushed it off when Lynn took off her red pinstriped jacket, all eyes in the room were on her. The show had just begun; the two men sat down on the rough looking king sized bed.

“So are you boys ready for the show?” Lynn whispered, they both nodded nearly simultaneously. With a smile she turned around and bent over to unstrap her heels, stepping out of them sensually, like a true performer. She dangles the two shoes in front of the two, holding them by the stiletto heels. With flawless execution, Lynn quickly flips the two shoes, the rest of the footwear falling off, revealing two razor sharp stiletto blades. Before either Rex or Carlo could scream, they were both dead with identical piercing to the jugular.

“Too bad you boys couldn’t last longer… don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you.” She spoke to the bodies as they slid limp to the ground. Now would be the time to utilize what she hid in the wall earlier that week. She faked loud moans to cause the illusion that the banging of the wall wasn’t her burrowing in for supplies.

With a final ‘gasp of pleasure’ the trap was set, and she stepped outside shortly after, drenched in the blood of her first two victims. “Sorry boys, looks like you’re bosses couldn’t handle me. Would you like a try?”

“You bitch!” Shouted one as he charged the petite girl, only to find himself seconds later with his arm broken in three places. Lynn was fast… deadly fast.

The crowed backed away at the sight of a small girl taking down a muscular member of their gang. “Now, as much as I would love to give you all private sessions, but I would really rather take you all down at once.”

“How do you expect to do that?!” One responded from the crowed.

“It’s already been done, daddy, just wait and see.” She smiled as a foul scent began to linger in the air, nothing too noticeable, but enough to have its presence felt. The scent spread slowly but surely. On the drop of a dime, she made a mad dash for Rex’s El Dorado, with the keys left inside. She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and dropped it on the ground below- and just a quick as she came, she was gone.

A man who was apparently third in command approached the still burning cigarette she had left behind, traces of her lipstick remained on it. “Who what that crazy bitch?”

Another man approaches him, looking at the remnants of Lynn, “Don’t worry, we’ll track her down, even if we do have to slaughter every whore in this shit hole town.” His nostrils flare, “Hey, what’s that smell?”

The third in command’s jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide, recognizing the smell instantly. He shouted in hystaria, “NATURAL GA-“ The gas had reached the cigarette, and the smallest ember set the entire complex ablaze.

And then there was silence.

Nearly a week had passed since the incident at the cesspool that the Black Blood gang called a gathering place. Despicable creatures as they were, they were able to accomplish much since their formation… this was probably the reason someone out their wanted their ember stomped out before it could grow into a fire, setting the city streets on fire with their limitless potential. But none of this mattered as thanks to the work of the one called the Black Widow: Lynn Amane, and her demolition of the Black Blood Complex, that threat was no more. Or was it?

After only a week, word of the incident had spread across Liberty City, and rumors began to brew that there were in fact a few survivors of the explosion. Three to be exact, two of them were actually outside of the complex during the event, but one actually experienced and survived the inferno. The first two, named Johnny “Young Gun” McPherson and Ron “Speedy” Wallace, were nothing more than the average crony, good fighters like the rest of their gang, but nothing too special. But the other, who survived the blaze while sleeping in his room, was an incredible fighter and self proclaimed ‘demon’. A master martial artist, Kenzo “Za Akuma” Tanaka would not rest until he avenged his fallen comrades, and after a week of planning, this was the night he was ready to take it.

Tonight was a cool night; just as it was a week ago, but it was the first clear night in a week of rain. The moon’s rays shined down only blocked by the silhouettes of the buildings of Liberty City. The shadow of a female sits on a trashcan with crossed legs in a dark alley, smoking a cigarette, appearing very relaxed as smoke emerged from her mouth, almost like a guardian keeping watch over the section of the city that she called her territory.

A lost car drove by, it’s high beam headlights lit up the alley in which the figure sat, revealing that the figure was in fact Lynn Amane. When the care sped off, the only thing still visible was Lynn’s burning cigarette, and the few still burning embers falling from it. She usually sat down for a relaxing smoke after carrying out a hit… this was evident as blood still stained her hands and white unbuttoned collard shirt. She had heard the rumors of three Black Bloods out for revenge, but she didn’t worry too much, she has had far more dangerous people on her tail, and she had manage to survive those situations.

It was approximately 4:30 AM, and it was about time for Lynn to start heading home to at least shower up. She sighs, flicking the butt of her cigarette onto the cold concrete below her, hops off the garbage can with a metallic clank and makes her way towards the sidewalk. A few more lost cars drove by, one or two pondered stopping to pick her up, but after noticing the mass amount of blood Lynn was drenched in, they would quickly change their mind.

She turns a corner onto an even darker back street, a short cut to her apartment on the other side of town, when another car pulls up, this one appeared to be trying to pick her up. There were two men in the back, and a shadowy figure driving. The window slowly rolled down as the car continued to drive slowly beside her as she walked.

“Sorry boys, I’m done for the night. Why don’t you come by another time?” She didn’t even look as the car continued to stalk her. After a few minutes, the car still didn’t drive off. Lynn spoke again, this time stopping and shouting, “I told you guys, fuck off!” With these words, she continues to walk, but the car continues to follow.

Lynn stopped again, this time looking into the car, “Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you think you ar-“ the lights inside flickered on. The two in the back were odd looking, one was a scrawny Caucasian with a cheaply died black Mohawk and the other was a mountain of a man, someone who looked like a former football player. The driver was a Japanese man with horrible scarring on the left side of his face,

Lynn jumped back, surprised that she had been so careless. Without even thinking, they had led her into the darkest ally of the most secluded street in Liberty City. If she tried, no one could even here her scream. “Shit…” Lynn cursed herself, always feeling less confident in a situation that she can’t control.

The driver, who was obviously Kenzo Tanaka, finally spoke up as his two cronies got out of the opposite side of the car. “We’re about to take what Rex and Carlo paid for, and then we’re gunna ruin that pretty face of yours….” He laughed maliciously, “You don’t have any fire bombs set up here now, do you?” Kenzo mocked her as he got out of the car.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck!!” Lynn cursed herself repeatedly as she looked around frantically, backing up until her back was against a tall brick wall. Lynn wouldn’t be able to access a weapon fast enough to take down these two; she kept them too well hidden. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before charging to attack the big one, McPherson. Her punches seemed to be unable to faze the giant, who easily out weighed her by at least two hundred lbs, and stood almost two feet taller than her.

In the blink of an eye, the giant drove a big fist into her gut, and Lynn’s vision went black fast. The last thing she heard was the laughter of Za Akuma.

A few hours later, she woke up inside a building with charred walls. It was the large common room of the Black Blood complex- still in fairly good condition other than the obvious evidence of a fire. She was tied up and stripped of her clothes and all of her weapons. She now wore only an oversized t-shirt, most likely belonging to McPherson. She struggled, but to no avail. The three remaining members of the Black Bloods all looked down at her with pure excitement on their faces.

“So how are we gunna do this, boss?” The scrawny one called Speedy spoke up for the first time.

“We sure as fuck won’t make the same mistake of going individually, that’s how she killed Rexy and Carlo.” The giant McPherson spoke again.

“You two can have her. I just want the honor of killing such a lovely specimen. Right after I burn her face of course…” Kenzo laughed, running his fingers through his hair and sitting down on a dusty leather couch and lighting up a cigarette. Watson took off his belt and used it to tie Lynn’s already restrained arms onto a bar fastened to the wall with rusty screws. Then came the idea.

Before either of the two could even get close to her, Lynn was able to break off the wooden handlebar and wield it like a baseball bat, able to hold it with the ropes that bound her. A strike to the crotch knocked down the giant when the scrawny one came at her with a switch blade. With a nimble dodge, she was able to block the weapon and cut the ropes that held her wrists together. “Big mistake…” Lynn muttered to ‘Speedy’ as she showed a little speed of her own, unleashing a combination of strikes that all connect to his face, eventually leaving him a bleeding heap on the wooden floor.

Kenzo finally stood up, putting out his cigarette and getting into a common Jujitsu stance. “Alright bitch, if you didn’t want your last rights, you shouldn’t have told me.”

Lynn got into a fighting stance of her own, too focused to reply. Kenzo came at her with a round kick that was dodged and countered with a sweep kick. Za Akuma was able to see her attack coming and jumped out of the way. The paused for a moment, as if they were performing in front of an audience and awaiting applause.


“Not bad…” admitted Tanaka as he drew a switchblade. “Now let’s see how you fair.”

Tanaka swung his blade with great speed as Lynn is narrowly able to dodge the attacks, getting a small cut on her left bicep in the process. She ducked to dodge another attack, grabbing the blunt piece of wood she had used earlier to strike his hand with enough force to cripple it. Kenzo would drop the blade to the floor bellow, only to be struck again in the side of the knee with even more force, the shattering of his bones echoed through the hall. Another swift attack would complete this brutal combo when Lynn does a variation of an arm bar that almost instantly hyperextend Kenzo’s elbow to the most extreme point. Kenzo laid on the hardwood floor as Lynn utilized the ropes used to tie her up to tie Tanaka tightly to a pillar.

“I want you to watch this…” She whispered to him in an almost seductive voice. She dragged the unconscious bodies of his two comrades in front of him, where she proceeded to beat in their faces with the blunt object. Blood splattered across the room, herself, and the terrified face of Kenzo. “And then there was one…”

Lynn reached into Tanaka’s pocket, pulling out his lighter. “Cheap wooden floors light up easily, right?” She laughed wickedly as she set the ground below her on fire. The last remnants of the Black Blood Complex would disappear off the face of the earth along with the last members. Lynn left the burning building, generally unharmed.

Now, how to get home?

[riley patrick harper ®]

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