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"Let's see how far you make it on borrowed wings."
IGN:
Gwaynes (Main)
GwaynesRocket (Alt)
Currently, the alt is my main since I'm trying to get the attributes and playtime up on it.
Describe your activity on the server:
If you're looking for a simple and direct answer, I've got too much time on the server. I've played for roughly a year after the server first started, though I was never an avid player till much later in its history, when I played for 2 years, took a 2-year break, and have been back for roughly 3-4 years. Below I'd usually offer a timetable of when I am available throughout the week, Sun-Sat; however, I'm recently employed, and my schedule fluctuates. However, I can still bend it and have the majority of the week and day left to myself and SRP. I work 5 hours, 3-5 days a week. Though again that sounds much more time-consuming than it is, as I've still got roughly 11 hours in a day PER DAY for me to play around with, assuming I want a full 8 hours of rest.
Here is the playtime on both accounts.
- Gwaynes
- GwaynesRocketSpecify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
Gwaynesh - I've got a microphone that some people wish stayed muted.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
USA: CST - Texas
USA: PDT - Washington
I travel back and forth between both Texas and Washington/Idaho
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
I don't have any specific reason or motivation to be applying except that I want to reach the peak of CrimeRP. As I'll likely cover later, I've done everything available, from being a Bounty hunter in both the previous and reworked versions, being a mechanic in Karakura Autos, A popular fan-favorite fighter in Fight Club for nearly 2 years, and even being a deathly loyal BMDA to two BMDs in the past. So why not continue to climb the ladder and reach my hand into the pot for BMD?
The most important takeaway from my participation in communities, factions, organizations, and more. Is that I want to have fun and allow others to be involved in the same fun experience. I try not to hog it for myself as much as I subconsciously seem to. I think that BMD would be a fun run for me, allowing me to experience more and participate more avidly as I used to in the past, giving myself and others more unique roleplay interactions. Is there a better reason to want to apply? Maybe, but for me the best reason to try something is when it brings joy to yourself and others.
Always strive for more.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
Other applicants likely went into this with a beautifully fleshed-out character with deeply rooted trauma and little nuances to make their character, app, and person pop. And to be honest, I'm no different when compared to my peers. It's difficult for me to look inward and take what really distinguishes myself from them without feeling guilty for trying to be different. I address this in my every application, which could be one of the many reasons I'm denied so often, but I value honesty and transparency above all else. I wouldn't want anyone to take me in not knowing what they're opting in for and inviting.
Aside from honesty, I try my best to offer warmth. I've always been known as an embarrassing and off-the-walls person and player, with the occasional person claiming I'm one of the most relaxed people they've ever met, "scarily relaxed." So it seems I'm dynamic enough to offer people what they need rather than what they want. To those who see me as crazy, it's because I make a fool of myself to entertain and make their days better; those who see me as more relaxed likely don't need that persona to interact with them. They may be easily overstimulated or someone who just wants to talk to a kind and respectful person who will just hear them out.
Outside of introspective things about personality and who I am, I've also got practical experience and knowledge about things crime. No, I am not a criminal myself outside of video games and the occasional seven seas. But I am halfway to my Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice and am on the pathway to becoming a Lawyer, granted not a criminal lawyer, as I wouldn't like someone's future guilty or innocent to be in my hands. So, I'd like to see how and where my knowledge can be useful in even a fictional world that doesn't obey the exact laws and regulations that ours does.
I offer a wide range of traits and ideas, especially as someone who has in the past and still sometimes will actively participate in suggesting ideas and trying to compromise to make everyone happy while ensuring there are no issues. My ideas aren't always perfect, but I try my best and am always open to respectful criticism. Both in and out of SRP, I've never had any issue admitting when I'm wrong.
Which is something someone who has issues admitting they're wrong might say...
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
This is something I'm actually excited to answer on every application I've turned in.
I've got an extensive history of working with a team. Early on in my life, I decided I wanted really badly to be in the military and serve the people. I considered every other route as well, but that one was the most readily available to me at the time. So for the next 5 years, I was in programs and such that prepared me for it, leading teams, managing; I was even the Captain of my Archery team for 4 of those 5 years. All of my instructors complimented me and saw my ability to lead; I suppose my formal leadership training helped with that rather than it being part of my natural personality. Everything led up to me enlisting in the military and being in it for a chunk of time; I'd have completed my time if I was able to, but unfortunately I was medically discharged due to health complications.
Currently, I work part-time as an Archery Technician and Outfitter who fills in for all the other positions under the umbrella of the company I work for, all of which require meticulous teamwork.
However, as a BMD, there are times when I'd be left alone without a team to rely on. Whether this be due to the lone wolf type of characters previously associated with it, or because others aren't available. So, I feel it's equally important to mention and gloss over how comfortable and experienced I am with working alone in a worst-case scenario. As a prior leader of many things, I can carry the workload long enough for my team.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Below are some past messages I've sent in the associated chat of the Crime Discord. While I've sent hundreds more, these are more recent and applicable.
My current main suggestion is a potential addition to current crime organizations or a new system that would be fun for BMD.
As it stands, there's been something many groups have tried to implement themselves currently, and that's more things to do with distributing weapons. Fight club has tried to open up the option of spinning a wheel and such for the chance to win a weapon, but that falls under the no gambling rule that the server has at the given moment. So my idea is a workaround that is fun and profitable for both BMD and regular criminals. Weapons are already readily available for almost everyone, even though they're locked behind walls and only certain people/groups can get certain weapons. People still buy them and distribute them at a higher price or even the same price if they get a discount when buying from BMD. So why not open up an auction house for weapons? The argument is there that someone could just order copies of their custom and give it out, which is one of the reasons why weapons were removed, since it can be seen as pay-to-win.
So, the easiest solution, or the one I can offer at the moment, is to disallow people from selling recently acquired customs (that they already own since you can't get new paid custom weapons and only copies) and restrict them to only be able to put one thing up within a given amount of time. This is something that can be hosted in person in the underground Ikigai facility. It lets players sell things like they would regular items, which can still have the same argument against them of pay-to-win, and interact with others. Even if it's just a one-off event. Players at the desk could submit their weapon to the receptionist, likely a BMD(A), and sit in the main audience room where then BMD's will check the weapons out and bring them on stage to show them off for auction.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Absolutely am. There are too many rules and things for me to gloss over here; it would take hours of your time to check if I know it anyway. But if there's a question and you feel like quizzing me, please do. I'd love to refresh myself and learn if there's anything I lack.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?
Fully aware and already under a similar contract due to being a Bounty Hunter/Prowler currently, anyway.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Is this still a rule? I swear I've seen Cap7 get away with that a few times.. Either way I'm aware if it is the rule and have no issues or qualms.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Of course, as is with any faction. You're expected to keep things a secret so that there are no issues with players and so everyone can enjoy the surprise when it comes up.
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Now playing Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
꒰ঌ·An eye glanced around playfully, intrigue lifting his black eyebrows, a contrast from his long red hair. Goodness, was that a Pirate sitting before the interviewer? One eye... One hand... Surely it is.·໒꒱
"Couldn't you guys make this place look nicer? I feel like it could use more decoration than the doom and gloom.."
꒰ঌ·A tap, the sailor snapped to attention·໒꒱
"Oh right, apologies.. I'm Gwayne Aiuchi... Togomi. I'm not really used to introducing myself, especially with the new last name."
Criminal Alias:
꒰ঌ·It was clear the excitable man was deep in contemplation, racking his outwardly simple mind for answers.·໒꒱
"I guess I can't really go by my old aliases since they're almost all known at this point.. Does it have to be one word? I don't think I've seen anyone go by anything more than one word.. I'll go out on a limb and try to give both options. I think Kintsugi, like the Japanese art, or uhhhh I dunno Golden Eagle sounds badass."
Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing pottery or broken objects with gold lacquer. A significant callback to his life overall, despite his upbeat personality and humor, the man made many mistakes, broke many pieces of himself over a lifetime of regret. He who used to have many brothers, an extensive loving family, fans, and much more. What did he do to lose everything he had worked so hard to achieve..? I suppose it started when he felt obligated by a request made to him by someone in their soon-to-be dying moments. If pain and loss were all there were to his life, he'd likely be in a different position. But there was always the Golden Lacquer that held him together, that mended all the broken pieces; even physically, his hand and eye for starters could never be a bother to him with the light. His beloved Nieces and nephews, who have stood by him and helped put him back together piece by piece before anyone else even attempted to; his found family in the outcast Togomi's that he once had issues with himself. There was so much love holding this would-be wreck together. So much he would never forget, and will always find a way to repay.
Now Golden Eagle, that was a bit more on the nose to anyone who had encountered him outside of his public persona. One eye was all he had to gauge his perception, one eye which, when looked at in the heat of battle, reflected a fierce, sharp focus. He fought like a bat out of hell when allowed to professionally; it was what he lived for, what he dreamed of. All he ever wanted was to live and die fighting, in a cage, back to the wall. Every fight to his record ended the same way: an Eagle swooping in to catch its prey at the last moment only to find itself once more unsatisfied with its appetite.
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
꒰ঌ·His lip curled into a smug expression. It was evident he loved to joke about the topic.·໒꒱
"I'm a healthy 33, thank you very much. You'd think that after a while people stop asking you those questions when you begin greying."
꒰ঌ·A singular grey hair sat nestled upon his head.·໒꒱
"I work as a Manager at Seikatsu after working my way up from bartender when I was 20. I also work as a manager for models at Hoshino Productions and as an Idol, oh, and as a Senior Employee at Tsuki no Umi... A mechanic for Karakura Autos... A...."
꒰ঌ·It seemed as though that the list would continue going for hours; how dedicated to working was this man?·໒꒱
Gender & Marital Status:
꒰ঌ·His left hand shot up, proudly displaying a ring. Was he being smug AGAIN?·໒꒱
"I'm super engaged, like super, as in I'd probably be publicly killed if I wasn't by my Wife-To-be's superfans. Oh and I'm male... it's that confusing? Maybe I should get a haircut finally."
Ethnicity & Race:
It wasn't exactly obvious in his looks, especially when compared to his siblings, who were all much taller than him and possessed much clearer features. But the man was from Finland, spoke Finnish, and was Finnish. His mother was an immigrant from Japan who fled to Finland with his father after they encountered trouble in Japan, bound to a peaceful farm life. Perhaps if you had seen him without his dyed hair and in his natural habitat of the ocean, you'd notice who he is. Once a fisherman as a child, now a pale imitation.
Known Languages:
Finnish
JSL
Japanese
Former Associations/Occupations:
꒰ঌ·Did you really want him to get started again..? It was plainly written across his damaged face that he understood he talked too much, and much to his own desire, he decided to be kind and slide over a folder for you to read about himself. As your eyes skimmed the page, it seemed as though he had an extensive work history. Both those mentioned previously and some he neglected to mention due to safety concerns. Bounty Hunter, Prowler, Ex-BMDA, Ex-Fighter, Co-lead and behind-the-scenes operator of a gang called Inari Okami, which was once called Reibunzu, and many other gangs that were too lengthy to mention or too niche. Oh, and what's this? How cute, he really takes pride in his barkeep abilities and managerial duties at the places he currently maintains. Was this really a criminal or just an office worker...?·໒꒱
Highest Level of Education:
The file continued, he has a PHD in Business Administration
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
There were a few things ailing his body, nothing diagnosed mentally much to his old psychiatrists' regard. He had one hand and one eye; is there anything more to say about his physical appearance? However, he also has Wolff-parkinson-white syndrome, A condition that gives his heart an extra electrical pathway that causes his readings to shoot up at times and can lead to supraventricular tachycardia, or a heart attack if unattended.
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
N/A, much to his dismay.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
It's difficult to put such a long-term character into exact words; he's been my muse for over 8 years.
꒰ঌ·What was there to say or notice upon glancing at the man? Was he a pirate, parody, or just something out of a fairy tale? He stood a healthy 6 feet 2 inches tall, short for his family, which averaged at 6'10, his sister being no exception at 6'11; perhaps there were some insecurities there to study. His frame was sturdy; his years of physical upkeep and stress written plainly and stretched thin across his every tendon and muscle. He was no pushover, but just looking at him you'd think otherwise, especially when coupled with his persona. But when the sleeved shirts and uniforms came off, it was a different story; so much for sleeper.. He was a fit 220LBS (99.7KG), every movement stressed a muscle, every thought stressed his smooth brain. ·໒꒱
꒰ঌ·Decorating his arms and back were beautiful Irezumi; cliché as it is, he never openly admitted whether they were real Yakuza tattoos or simply an art piece. His back depicted a shark, struggling against the raging waves as it tried its best to push forward while coupled with its ailments. His left arm, beautiful deep blue flowers that contrasted with what was behind. And his right arm, two Koi fish... perhaps one was meant to represent his blood oath brother Ren Aiuchi, who died right in his arms after years of turmoil. Upon every tattoo were scars reminiscent of his long life as a criminal, never caught but known. It's a shame his hand was missing, at least four fingers of it and the upper end of his palm, lest he'd point.·໒꒱
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Gwayne is a very fun character and person; many, if asked, will recall a time he did something stupid or silly that nobody else would have the nerve to do. He finds a way in every situation to make light; even in the most daunting of rooms, he'll manage to crack at least one smile out of the mass. And that's exactly what he wants and who he is. As someone with many regrets in his life, he feels it's a requirement to give back to the world for the kindness he's been shown despite it, so he makes a fool of himself to benefit others. This rubs many the wrong way, many who are too serious for their own good. So, naturally, he receives plenty of backlash, but it all routes back and has no effect on him because at the end of the day, he can make someone smile, like his beloved niece Marella.
He's a terribly complicated man, too carefree for anyone to care for or notice. He's seen as a laughing stock by the majority of the town, and that's ok with him. It hides the deeply seeded self-hatred he has, and gives him time outside of work to run away from the fact of who he really is. A relentless and struggling man too far from his prime for any attention that he'd want. He goes day to day in guilt and shows it in his every act if you really pay attention, that is.
Never judge his actions or words; judge what you see behind his eye.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Gwayne Aiuchi came into this world in a small, remote Finnish town on the 31st of January, during a period when snow seemed to fall eternally and the silence can only be broken by a heartbeat. His father Arvo and mother Gyeong worked as farmers. Their lives were not easy, yet they managed to carve out a loving childhood for Gwayne without a ton of resources. Japan and South Korea merge into one through his mother's line, which added color to this otherwise monochrome world. Gwayne’s formative years were accompanied with lifeless winters that were soothed only by her soothing voice. Gwayne’s father was a man of few words but radiated unyielding strength. Gwayne had a little sister who worshiped the ground he walked on and whom he adored deeply. As he grew older, the calm of the farmland life gradually started to feel claustrophobic. There was always a dull ache in his chest, a longing for something more, something bigger, something unusual. Planes gliding through the sky feeling beggarly for a truly worldly experience pulled him out of this village driven by desperate aspirations and dreams beyond the horizon. He took a flight to Japan under the impression that he could secure employment which would help him send money home and improve his living standards.
As he stepped out onto the streets of Tokyo, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. The unfamiliar city felt like it was moving at a thousand miles an hour, completely indifferent to him and his current state. What little fragments of language he knew, he had no connections to use them with. The little money he had saved up was blosed to shops and eccentric places. At best he had a roof over his head in Internet cafés, under train bridges and in dark, dilapidated alleys that held the faintest rays of dim light. Sooner or later, he began to associate himself with people who were equally immersed in his kind of desperation. They started giving him small mula jobs. Even though it started small with simple deliveries, it began to get progressively more demanding. Gwayne was about sixteen when he was thrust into perilous chores by a gang that deemed him to be expendable. He got into fights day after day with no idea what the root cause was. Somewhere in those scuffles, he lost an eye and gained a mutilating scar that cuts across his face forming a bear claw. To this day he continues to struggle with the poorly healed fractures that his hands have endured. Despite this, his resilience doesn’t seem to tarnish, he’s out of luck if he expects any form a mercy. He evolved into something far more frigid and tough than the boy who once dreamed under the snowy skies in order to survive.
He built a life for himself amidst the wreckage, getting a job as a bartender in Seikatsu and later Tsuki no Umi. There, his quiet presence was heightened by his calming demeanor. He worked with people, gave them an ear to listen, and allowed them to pour their hearts out. He rarely gave advice, and when he did, his words were far more expressive than his silence. Opportunities opened up in ways he did not expect from behind the bar. He was surprised at the proposals he got. A thrift shop owner asked him to model for a small campaign which surprised him. Because of his tall frame and striking red hair, he was quickly remembered by many. Soon he started modeling, and eventually designing his own pieces. Hoshino Productions noticed him and gave him a chance to become an idol. And so, he stepped into the spotlight, sang songs written for him, and smiled for the cameras where people knew him by a fake name. Offstage, he was a bounty hunter, looking for people who did not want to be found. He fought in underground clubs too, using his fists to speak the grief and endless pain he never spoke of. Every bruise explained something that hardly made sense in his life. To Gwayne, feeling something meaningful in a world that felt empty most times was more important than wealth or recognition.
Still, there was one thing untouched by the noise. Every night, no matter how late it was or how tired he felt, Gwayne would sit in silence with a brush in hand. He practiced calligraphy slowly and meticulously. Breathing, each character seemed to pull him closer to a version of himself he had forgotten. Sometimes he wrote his mother’s name, sometimes his sister’s. He never kept the papers; he always burned them, watching the ash rise like specters in the dark. When Gwayne turned twenty, he attempted to search. Someone helped him track down the old address in Finland. His parents were still there, still farming, still together. He sat with the knowledge for hours, then closed the folder, never to look at it again. He couldn’t bring himself to call. What would he say? That he had become a stranger? That he had left a child but returned a man with mortal scars and a criminal past? Instead, he sent money. Unmarked envelopes without a return address. He didn’t need to be known. He did it to honor the life he chose to turn his back on. In Karakura, his walks are captivating enough to catch and even hold people's attention. Children gawk. Strangers murmur. Some even walk to the other side of the road. But Gwayne keeps walking. He no longer seeks a goal or tries to escape remorse, He moves with a sense of relaxation. His state fulfills the body’s most fundamental needs. It is as though he were seeking solace. Even now, after all those years, he still yearns for a love that he never received.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
꒰ঌ·A day like any other, what a bore. Why couldn't something new happen to this aging man? Had he already lived all there was to live? Had he already experienced everything? Nonetheless, he valued his work, his job, and his duty in every life. Well, that's what he gets for being a workaholic, hours of his day dedicated to making money that he would never use and would likely give to the same kid who keeps begging him for 200k every week. Who cared? It was his money to give out anyway. He continued to patiently wait as these thoughts made their route through his mind; he was sitting patiently in the same spot he had always stood when he was a BMDA, right under the 11-7. He had already run to retrieve the recent order, meeting no resistance from any crate hunters, thank god. He didn't feel it was a killing kind of day.໒꒱
꒰ঌ·As time passed, he began to worry; when would the customer arrive? At the same moment, he heard the sounds of the ladder just down the hall, finally. ·໒꒱
"You're the one who ordered the... one... spray can?"
꒰ঌ·He waited for both confirmation and the money asked for the order. What was with this kid, a spray can? Just buy it from the store.. He watched as the kid darted off after getting their order; well, he was like that once too. The day continued until another order came in, another spray can? ugh. Once more, the same process occurred: he waited, got paid, gave the item, and watched them run off. But wait... wasn't that the same kid as earlier just wearing glasses and a fake mustache? Little did he know, this would happen 5 more times, each time the kid wearing the same outfit but different headgear; he found it funny. Or would've if the kid didn't look really creepy wearing that in a dark, cramped sewer... ·໒꒱
This is based on a real encounter I had playing Gwayne as a BMDA but rebranded to have him as the BMD.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Not exactly what's asked above but.
It took me a while to decide if I wanted to apply, I was a bit down about my many denials from applications but I was encouraged to try and try again. So I hope that even if my App is denied, you found it fun to read and nice to look at.
Now playing Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
꒰ঌ·An eye glanced around playfully, intrigue lifting his black eyebrows, a contrast from his long red hair. Goodness, was that a Pirate sitting before the interviewer? One eye... One hand... Surely it is.·໒꒱
"Couldn't you guys make this place look nicer? I feel like it could use more decoration than the doom and gloom.."
꒰ঌ·A tap, the sailor snapped to attention·໒꒱
"Oh right, apologies.. I'm Gwayne Aiuchi... Togomi. I'm not really used to introducing myself, especially with the new last name."
Criminal Alias:
꒰ঌ·It was clear the excitable man was deep in contemplation, racking his outwardly simple mind for answers.·໒꒱
"I guess I can't really go by my old aliases since they're almost all known at this point.. Does it have to be one word? I don't think I've seen anyone go by anything more than one word.. I'll go out on a limb and try to give both options. I think Kintsugi, like the Japanese art, or uhhhh I dunno Golden Eagle sounds badass."
Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing pottery or broken objects with gold lacquer. A significant callback to his life overall, despite his upbeat personality and humor, the man made many mistakes, broke many pieces of himself over a lifetime of regret. He who used to have many brothers, an extensive loving family, fans, and much more. What did he do to lose everything he had worked so hard to achieve..? I suppose it started when he felt obligated by a request made to him by someone in their soon-to-be dying moments. If pain and loss were all there were to his life, he'd likely be in a different position. But there was always the Golden Lacquer that held him together, that mended all the broken pieces; even physically, his hand and eye for starters could never be a bother to him with the light. His beloved Nieces and nephews, who have stood by him and helped put him back together piece by piece before anyone else even attempted to; his found family in the outcast Togomi's that he once had issues with himself. There was so much love holding this would-be wreck together. So much he would never forget, and will always find a way to repay.
Now Golden Eagle, that was a bit more on the nose to anyone who had encountered him outside of his public persona. One eye was all he had to gauge his perception, one eye which, when looked at in the heat of battle, reflected a fierce, sharp focus. He fought like a bat out of hell when allowed to professionally; it was what he lived for, what he dreamed of. All he ever wanted was to live and die fighting, in a cage, back to the wall. Every fight to his record ended the same way: an Eagle swooping in to catch its prey at the last moment only to find itself once more unsatisfied with its appetite.
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
꒰ঌ·His lip curled into a smug expression. It was evident he loved to joke about the topic.·໒꒱
"I'm a healthy 33, thank you very much. You'd think that after a while people stop asking you those questions when you begin greying."
꒰ঌ·A singular grey hair sat nestled upon his head.·໒꒱
"I work as a Manager at Seikatsu after working my way up from bartender when I was 20. I also work as a manager for models at Hoshino Productions and as an Idol, oh, and as a Senior Employee at Tsuki no Umi... A mechanic for Karakura Autos... A...."
꒰ঌ·It seemed as though that the list would continue going for hours; how dedicated to working was this man?·໒꒱
Gender & Marital Status:
꒰ঌ·His left hand shot up, proudly displaying a ring. Was he being smug AGAIN?·໒꒱
"I'm super engaged, like super, as in I'd probably be publicly killed if I wasn't by my Wife-To-be's superfans. Oh and I'm male... it's that confusing? Maybe I should get a haircut finally."
Ethnicity & Race:
It wasn't exactly obvious in his looks, especially when compared to his siblings, who were all much taller than him and possessed much clearer features. But the man was from Finland, spoke Finnish, and was Finnish. His mother was an immigrant from Japan who fled to Finland with his father after they encountered trouble in Japan, bound to a peaceful farm life. Perhaps if you had seen him without his dyed hair and in his natural habitat of the ocean, you'd notice who he is. Once a fisherman as a child, now a pale imitation.
Known Languages:
Finnish
JSL
Japanese
Former Associations/Occupations:
꒰ঌ·Did you really want him to get started again..? It was plainly written across his damaged face that he understood he talked too much, and much to his own desire, he decided to be kind and slide over a folder for you to read about himself. As your eyes skimmed the page, it seemed as though he had an extensive work history. Both those mentioned previously and some he neglected to mention due to safety concerns. Bounty Hunter, Prowler, Ex-BMDA, Ex-Fighter, Co-lead and behind-the-scenes operator of a gang called Inari Okami, which was once called Reibunzu, and many other gangs that were too lengthy to mention or too niche. Oh, and what's this? How cute, he really takes pride in his barkeep abilities and managerial duties at the places he currently maintains. Was this really a criminal or just an office worker...?·໒꒱
Highest Level of Education:
The file continued, he has a PHD in Business Administration
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
There were a few things ailing his body, nothing diagnosed mentally much to his old psychiatrists' regard. He had one hand and one eye; is there anything more to say about his physical appearance? However, he also has Wolff-parkinson-white syndrome, A condition that gives his heart an extra electrical pathway that causes his readings to shoot up at times and can lead to supraventricular tachycardia, or a heart attack if unattended.
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
N/A, much to his dismay.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
It's difficult to put such a long-term character into exact words; he's been my muse for over 8 years.
꒰ঌ·What was there to say or notice upon glancing at the man? Was he a pirate, parody, or just something out of a fairy tale? He stood a healthy 6 feet 2 inches tall, short for his family, which averaged at 6'10, his sister being no exception at 6'11; perhaps there were some insecurities there to study. His frame was sturdy; his years of physical upkeep and stress written plainly and stretched thin across his every tendon and muscle. He was no pushover, but just looking at him you'd think otherwise, especially when coupled with his persona. But when the sleeved shirts and uniforms came off, it was a different story; so much for sleeper.. He was a fit 220LBS (99.7KG), every movement stressed a muscle, every thought stressed his smooth brain. ·໒꒱
꒰ঌ·Decorating his arms and back were beautiful Irezumi; cliché as it is, he never openly admitted whether they were real Yakuza tattoos or simply an art piece. His back depicted a shark, struggling against the raging waves as it tried its best to push forward while coupled with its ailments. His left arm, beautiful deep blue flowers that contrasted with what was behind. And his right arm, two Koi fish... perhaps one was meant to represent his blood oath brother Ren Aiuchi, who died right in his arms after years of turmoil. Upon every tattoo were scars reminiscent of his long life as a criminal, never caught but known. It's a shame his hand was missing, at least four fingers of it and the upper end of his palm, lest he'd point.·໒꒱
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Gwayne is a very fun character and person; many, if asked, will recall a time he did something stupid or silly that nobody else would have the nerve to do. He finds a way in every situation to make light; even in the most daunting of rooms, he'll manage to crack at least one smile out of the mass. And that's exactly what he wants and who he is. As someone with many regrets in his life, he feels it's a requirement to give back to the world for the kindness he's been shown despite it, so he makes a fool of himself to benefit others. This rubs many the wrong way, many who are too serious for their own good. So, naturally, he receives plenty of backlash, but it all routes back and has no effect on him because at the end of the day, he can make someone smile, like his beloved niece Marella.
He's a terribly complicated man, too carefree for anyone to care for or notice. He's seen as a laughing stock by the majority of the town, and that's ok with him. It hides the deeply seeded self-hatred he has, and gives him time outside of work to run away from the fact of who he really is. A relentless and struggling man too far from his prime for any attention that he'd want. He goes day to day in guilt and shows it in his every act if you really pay attention, that is.
Never judge his actions or words; judge what you see behind his eye.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Gwayne Aiuchi came into this world in a small, remote Finnish town on the 31st of January, during a period when snow seemed to fall eternally and the silence can only be broken by a heartbeat. His father Arvo and mother Gyeong worked as farmers. Their lives were not easy, yet they managed to carve out a loving childhood for Gwayne without a ton of resources. Japan and South Korea merge into one through his mother's line, which added color to this otherwise monochrome world. Gwayne’s formative years were accompanied with lifeless winters that were soothed only by her soothing voice. Gwayne’s father was a man of few words but radiated unyielding strength. Gwayne had a little sister who worshiped the ground he walked on and whom he adored deeply. As he grew older, the calm of the farmland life gradually started to feel claustrophobic. There was always a dull ache in his chest, a longing for something more, something bigger, something unusual. Planes gliding through the sky feeling beggarly for a truly worldly experience pulled him out of this village driven by desperate aspirations and dreams beyond the horizon. He took a flight to Japan under the impression that he could secure employment which would help him send money home and improve his living standards.
As he stepped out onto the streets of Tokyo, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. The unfamiliar city felt like it was moving at a thousand miles an hour, completely indifferent to him and his current state. What little fragments of language he knew, he had no connections to use them with. The little money he had saved up was blosed to shops and eccentric places. At best he had a roof over his head in Internet cafés, under train bridges and in dark, dilapidated alleys that held the faintest rays of dim light. Sooner or later, he began to associate himself with people who were equally immersed in his kind of desperation. They started giving him small mula jobs. Even though it started small with simple deliveries, it began to get progressively more demanding. Gwayne was about sixteen when he was thrust into perilous chores by a gang that deemed him to be expendable. He got into fights day after day with no idea what the root cause was. Somewhere in those scuffles, he lost an eye and gained a mutilating scar that cuts across his face forming a bear claw. To this day he continues to struggle with the poorly healed fractures that his hands have endured. Despite this, his resilience doesn’t seem to tarnish, he’s out of luck if he expects any form a mercy. He evolved into something far more frigid and tough than the boy who once dreamed under the snowy skies in order to survive.
He built a life for himself amidst the wreckage, getting a job as a bartender in Seikatsu and later Tsuki no Umi. There, his quiet presence was heightened by his calming demeanor. He worked with people, gave them an ear to listen, and allowed them to pour their hearts out. He rarely gave advice, and when he did, his words were far more expressive than his silence. Opportunities opened up in ways he did not expect from behind the bar. He was surprised at the proposals he got. A thrift shop owner asked him to model for a small campaign which surprised him. Because of his tall frame and striking red hair, he was quickly remembered by many. Soon he started modeling, and eventually designing his own pieces. Hoshino Productions noticed him and gave him a chance to become an idol. And so, he stepped into the spotlight, sang songs written for him, and smiled for the cameras where people knew him by a fake name. Offstage, he was a bounty hunter, looking for people who did not want to be found. He fought in underground clubs too, using his fists to speak the grief and endless pain he never spoke of. Every bruise explained something that hardly made sense in his life. To Gwayne, feeling something meaningful in a world that felt empty most times was more important than wealth or recognition.
Still, there was one thing untouched by the noise. Every night, no matter how late it was or how tired he felt, Gwayne would sit in silence with a brush in hand. He practiced calligraphy slowly and meticulously. Breathing, each character seemed to pull him closer to a version of himself he had forgotten. Sometimes he wrote his mother’s name, sometimes his sister’s. He never kept the papers; he always burned them, watching the ash rise like specters in the dark. When Gwayne turned twenty, he attempted to search. Someone helped him track down the old address in Finland. His parents were still there, still farming, still together. He sat with the knowledge for hours, then closed the folder, never to look at it again. He couldn’t bring himself to call. What would he say? That he had become a stranger? That he had left a child but returned a man with mortal scars and a criminal past? Instead, he sent money. Unmarked envelopes without a return address. He didn’t need to be known. He did it to honor the life he chose to turn his back on. In Karakura, his walks are captivating enough to catch and even hold people's attention. Children gawk. Strangers murmur. Some even walk to the other side of the road. But Gwayne keeps walking. He no longer seeks a goal or tries to escape remorse, He moves with a sense of relaxation. His state fulfills the body’s most fundamental needs. It is as though he were seeking solace. Even now, after all those years, he still yearns for a love that he never received.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
꒰ঌ·A day like any other, what a bore. Why couldn't something new happen to this aging man? Had he already lived all there was to live? Had he already experienced everything? Nonetheless, he valued his work, his job, and his duty in every life. Well, that's what he gets for being a workaholic, hours of his day dedicated to making money that he would never use and would likely give to the same kid who keeps begging him for 200k every week. Who cared? It was his money to give out anyway. He continued to patiently wait as these thoughts made their route through his mind; he was sitting patiently in the same spot he had always stood when he was a BMDA, right under the 11-7. He had already run to retrieve the recent order, meeting no resistance from any crate hunters, thank god. He didn't feel it was a killing kind of day.໒꒱
꒰ঌ·As time passed, he began to worry; when would the customer arrive? At the same moment, he heard the sounds of the ladder just down the hall, finally. ·໒꒱
"You're the one who ordered the... one... spray can?"
꒰ঌ·He waited for both confirmation and the money asked for the order. What was with this kid, a spray can? Just buy it from the store.. He watched as the kid darted off after getting their order; well, he was like that once too. The day continued until another order came in, another spray can? ugh. Once more, the same process occurred: he waited, got paid, gave the item, and watched them run off. But wait... wasn't that the same kid as earlier just wearing glasses and a fake mustache? Little did he know, this would happen 5 more times, each time the kid wearing the same outfit but different headgear; he found it funny. Or would've if the kid didn't look really creepy wearing that in a dark, cramped sewer... ·໒꒱
This is based on a real encounter I had playing Gwayne as a BMDA but rebranded to have him as the BMD.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Not exactly what's asked above but.
It took me a while to decide if I wanted to apply, I was a bit down about my many denials from applications but I was encouraged to try and try again. So I hope that even if my App is denied, you found it fun to read and nice to look at.