Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
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GuttedCupid (Applying)
GuttedValentine
Describe your activity on the server:
I have been active on the server since around 2021-2022. Throughout my time here, I have been part of a variety of factions, constantly helping me develop my characters and writing. Throughout each faction, I remained committed and dedicated a good amount of time to participating and fulfilling my faction duties.. Starting within EMS, I expanded my roleplay and was taught how to properly detailrp and write inclusive storylines.. Thus came jockrp.
I am a member of event team, where we come up with a series of ideas to help bring fun and momentum to the server! With this, it requires voicecalling and properly planning stuff together. It has helped me expand creativity and ideas with those in the event team, helping come up with more for the server's future events. As of right now, the only faction I am in is shrine. This is a VERY detailrp'd faction, filled with writing and interacting with people. Having to talk to 'citizen's on my priest character has just added to the skill of me being social within the server. I go up to them, asking if they need, and offering help. My writing has continued to improve, allowing me to also better understand and learn Karakura official lore through this faction! I have been wanting to do something new for a while now, especially after gangrping for a good few months as of recently! My ideas that I would help the Mandate lead have made me want to expand on them, dropping me off in this application.
As for my time activity, I want to state that I am on summer break so I will be very free. This upcoming semester will always be much more flexible for me to be active and get things done, but of course.. there will be uni exams and preparations every once in a while. I have always managed my time very well when it comes to school, so that is never a problem. (I quite literally make it a rule to finish all my hw before Friday..)
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
GuttedValentine, and I do!
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
US, Pst!
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
Gangrp was the first faction I joined back in 2021-2022, even while I was a namemc player. I was able to fit in well within roleplays, despite sticking out with my bright yellow /me’s and admittedly awful emo e-girl skin. Despite all of this, I was never excluded which made me appreciate the quality that the criminal faction created. For a good while now, I have been wanting to expand storylines and roleplay. When somebody is asked, ‘What happened for your character to get to this point..?’ The answer will navigate towards Crimerp. Many of the most memorable characters have lore shaped by crime: Whether crime changes their morals, relationships, appearance, mental state. . It always falls back on CrimeaRp. This faction is one of the leads of creating conflict, and consequences. The opportunities for long-term storytelling fall in the hands of those working on long-term projects.
Over the last few years, I have explored different areas of roleplay across the server but have been wanting to return to CrimeRp for a while. It is not ENTIRELY for the combat rp (although that is a huge plus) but because it is where some of the most dynamic and emotionally impactful stories are created. Within this faction, people are forced to make difficult decisions and betray one another. It’s giving Life is Strange, like “this action will have consequences.” Those moments and situations create lasting character and plot development! I have a series of ideas, outlines, and creativity that I would like to bring into bmd. My goal is not simply to participate in crime, but to help create roleplay that other players can enjoy and build upon! I enjoy collaborative storytelling, and want to contribute to memorable interactions that extend beyond a few encounters. Story writing is something that really inspires me, especially when I am there to witness it.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?GuttedCupid (Applying)
GuttedValentine
Describe your activity on the server:
I have been active on the server since around 2021-2022. Throughout my time here, I have been part of a variety of factions, constantly helping me develop my characters and writing. Throughout each faction, I remained committed and dedicated a good amount of time to participating and fulfilling my faction duties.. Starting within EMS, I expanded my roleplay and was taught how to properly detailrp and write inclusive storylines.. Thus came jockrp.
I am a member of event team, where we come up with a series of ideas to help bring fun and momentum to the server! With this, it requires voicecalling and properly planning stuff together. It has helped me expand creativity and ideas with those in the event team, helping come up with more for the server's future events. As of right now, the only faction I am in is shrine. This is a VERY detailrp'd faction, filled with writing and interacting with people. Having to talk to 'citizen's on my priest character has just added to the skill of me being social within the server. I go up to them, asking if they need, and offering help. My writing has continued to improve, allowing me to also better understand and learn Karakura official lore through this faction! I have been wanting to do something new for a while now, especially after gangrping for a good few months as of recently! My ideas that I would help the Mandate lead have made me want to expand on them, dropping me off in this application.
As for my time activity, I want to state that I am on summer break so I will be very free. This upcoming semester will always be much more flexible for me to be active and get things done, but of course.. there will be uni exams and preparations every once in a while. I have always managed my time very well when it comes to school, so that is never a problem. (I quite literally make it a rule to finish all my hw before Friday..)
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
GuttedValentine, and I do!
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
US, Pst!
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
Gangrp was the first faction I joined back in 2021-2022, even while I was a namemc player. I was able to fit in well within roleplays, despite sticking out with my bright yellow /me’s and admittedly awful emo e-girl skin. Despite all of this, I was never excluded which made me appreciate the quality that the criminal faction created. For a good while now, I have been wanting to expand storylines and roleplay. When somebody is asked, ‘What happened for your character to get to this point..?’ The answer will navigate towards Crimerp. Many of the most memorable characters have lore shaped by crime: Whether crime changes their morals, relationships, appearance, mental state. . It always falls back on CrimeaRp. This faction is one of the leads of creating conflict, and consequences. The opportunities for long-term storytelling fall in the hands of those working on long-term projects.
Over the last few years, I have explored different areas of roleplay across the server but have been wanting to return to CrimeRp for a while. It is not ENTIRELY for the combat rp (although that is a huge plus) but because it is where some of the most dynamic and emotionally impactful stories are created. Within this faction, people are forced to make difficult decisions and betray one another. It’s giving Life is Strange, like “this action will have consequences.” Those moments and situations create lasting character and plot development! I have a series of ideas, outlines, and creativity that I would like to bring into bmd. My goal is not simply to participate in crime, but to help create roleplay that other players can enjoy and build upon! I enjoy collaborative storytelling, and want to contribute to memorable interactions that extend beyond a few encounters. Story writing is something that really inspires me, especially when I am there to witness it.
Icly: The character I am applying with is not the stereotypical ‘edgy criminal with endless trauma..’ DON’T GET ME WRONG, she does have trauma as most people in Karakura do! She is an energetic caffeine lover who would rather spend time with stray cats than most people. She has an eccentric personality, and very questionable priorities while approaching situations in unconventional ways. While she is a very serious woman, especially in criminal settings, she also brings personality and unpredictability that are able to make interactions more memorable.
Oocly: As I have mentioned many times, I believe one of my biggest strengths is collaborative storytelling. I mean.. DUH, I care about my characters “winning” when it makes sense. Despite that, I do not view roleplay as something that should always end in my favor. A good story is measured by how impactful the interaction is for everyone around/involved. It is important to think about what the people will remember weeks later than simply walk away with a victory.
Another MAJOOOOR strength of mine is planning ahead. This is something I have developed through being a member of the Event Team for over a year now. I will speak more about this within the next question, but for now. . I have had plenty of experience turning ideas into something players can actively enjoy. Some of the events I have personally created and led were the Day of the Dead event, and the Valentine’s Day Confession event. Both of these required over a month of planning, creativity, and an understanding of what would encourage a player interaction. I would ALSO like to note that these are first year events, which we spoke about wanting to make them a yearly thing. It is hard to come up with something new and original for a server wide event, but when done successfully, it can become a yearly thing. These are examples of originality and creativity mixed with preparation. I have been taught how to create roleplay that invites participation rather than placing players in front of scripted scenarios.
I believe that experience translates well into the Black Market due to Criminal/Gang rp having endless opportunities for long-term storylines. I enjoy thinking about how a small interaction planned in ten minutes can evolve into a much larger storyline weeks or even months later. I know that is an important trait to carry as a creative writer/planner. And it is known, creating something original on SRP is not always easy, ESPECIALLY on a server that has been around for many years. NOW.. I am not saying that originality means COMPLETELY reinventing roleplay entirely, but instead.. I think that it is about taking familiar concepts and presenting them in a way that feels fresh and engaging! These are things that I strive for, as I have mentioned when speaking about storytelling. I know I can contribute ideas that do not just benefit my own character, but create opportunities for roleplay that others enjoy AND can build upon.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
Event Team:
As mentioned, I have been in the event team for over a year. Within this community team, you learn about engagement and punctual planning. Events never fall under one person, a group of people work together to brainstorm, collaborate, delegation. I have been taught to step out of my comfort zone, working alongside others to create experiences for other players to enjoy! These are ideas we come up with for the wider player base while we work to stay organized behind the scenes. I have hosted my own events a good handful of times now, alongside helping the team with their executions! The first event I did was a flash one: The Girl Scout Event. I grabbed a bunch of event team members, and put them in toss away bases + girl scout outfits while we ran around the school charging people 1-5k for a 'box' of cookies. It created a competition between all of us to see who would sell cookies the fastest and win a limited edition Barbie 2010 Pink with ruffled pompoms on the bar bike! This is a perfect example of collaboration because I was able to grab skins for everybody beforehand, and plan a proper silly flash event. It showcases that I am somebody who is reliable within the background work, for those who agreed to help me were able to sit back and put their trust in me as I handled everything that was needed.
Another event I did was the Day of the Dead event, or as I decided to call it 'SugarSkulls Eve' on srp! The event followed what the holiday does, having people honor those who have passed with gifts and music. It was a celebratory event, having two cultural spirits play pranks and/or lead citizens to honor those who have passed. People loved the event, but how does it fall under teamwork? Behind the scenes, I helped educate people on this holiday I celebrate so they can capture it as perfect as they can. Communication is important in teamwork, right? WE all got into a voicecall prior to the event, and some of the event team members who agreed to help me texted me for better advice and communication! I delivered that instantly, and was able to answer whatever questions were needed. It lead to some of my UK friends, who had never heard about this holiday, to properly capture these cultural spirits through the communication we all shared !
And for the last event that I will mention, I did a luau last year. This was perhaps my most popular event, considering that there have been many luau summer server wide events in the past. I wanted to work to make something new, and creative. Whenever I plan server wide events, I try to think about interactive things that will make every player's roleplay special in their own way! I learned about luau culture, and brought in traditions through Karakura shops. I have already bragged about my communication skills, but I want to put a bit more emphasis on that. I respect people's roles within the server. We are instructed to reach out to the shop lead to ask for permission to use one of their shops in our events! Same thing with the club lead, build lead, etc. You need to be punctual when asking for these requests, because submitting a week before could create chaos and not a proper structure within their personal ideas and schedule. Event team taught me how to better communicate, respect, plan, etc. when it comes to srp related issuues!
EMS:
I was in the ems faction for over a year. I served as the Clinical Lead Psychiatrist for a significant period, helping work with the other departments. I was in charge of reorganizing the old psychiatrist handbook, with my previous higher ups! This was my first learning experience, within srp, in learning how to work as a team. It was important to me for my department to feel connected, and NEVER excluded- I would host psych night out that encouraged the psych department to interact outside of the medical roleplay! I then learned that even AFTER I left, they were still doin these department nights out… My goal was always for people to feel included, whether they were new to ems or a long-time member. The position as higher up taught me organization, leadership, criticism, and how to keep a team engaged while creating opportunities for them to participate in! It was more than just the psychiatrist department, but also the doctor and surgeon (rip) department. Higher ups were able to discuss issues and collaborate on how to better the faction and these future plans. We worked together to update the handbook to fit the SRP rules. This is a very teamwork faction, considering doctors can not do everything that a psychiatrist can. . and a psychiatrist can not do everything that a doctor can. Verbal communication was very much needed in game, using our radios to tell one another 'Hey, I have a patient in curtain 2. They are iv'd, and have this and this and this. .' while doctors would tell us, 'Hey, this person's loved one has passed away. Would a psychiatrist help me break the news please, for this is not my area of speciality.' The entire faction was one of the main paths that helped me step out of my comfort zone, because there was absolutely no way I was going to be a quiet higher up..
It was more than the hospital faction, because KPD played a huge role within our storylines. I was in charge of assigning every officer/detective/cadet to one of my psychiatrists. It was literally communication-central within these factions, and I had to figure out who was comfortable with who. . and who should be moved around when needed! I was taught consideration, patience, planning, criticism through teamwork in this faction.
GANGRP:
Gangrp is all about coordination. You learn to trust one another and communicate. This is one of the factions that relies heavily on teamwork, and being able to work toward shared goals! My experience there was more about ideas and contributing them into storylines. I worked a lot behind the scenes, and helped the lead come up with storylines and arcs within his gang. I was able to share my criticism when I believed things were too much, or would not properly fit within future events. Towards the end of this, I was starting to enter more hands on (combatrp) situations... Again, gangrp is all about striving for a shared goal, and through this you must trust and communicate with one another. Learning 'landmarks' and specific points to reach places on time was important within this teamwork, and I made the effort to do so.
JockRp:
I was in bobcat cheer for a really long time.. Back when I was in it, we all constantly gave our input and ideas to make creative routines for events/pep rallies/ etc. We would communicate a lot in voice calls, supporting one another to achieve a common goal. This gave me the experience in participating in community events and interacting with a wide variety of players. I was able to come up with creative jockrp stuff… like trashing the dorm's levels based on a biome? Then coming up with the most gaslighting techniques to convince faculty that we indeed did not pie those random jocks! Jockrp was one of my less serious factions, considering we had a meeting of ideas on how to improve jockrp pranks. We were tired of swirlies... SO, we all had a voice to speak up when we wanted to try new things. Something jockrp taught me was to speak my mind via teamwork issues when stuff was not working out; We were able to have healthy and mature conversations to fix the state of things when they were getting too rocky and powerrp-ish.. lol! But even with that in mind, we were all very kind going into it and that is important to note.
SHRINE:
Shrine is the newest faction I have been in! This is a different type of storytelling that I have very much enjoyed. Rather than focusing solely on action, we learn how to work together and interact.. Which is a big thing! A lot of people are scared to step out of their comfort zone, and break out of their shell, but Shrine is the perfect place for that. You are taught to interact and engage with the other shrine staff and civilians! It reinforced the idea that some of the best roleplay comes from cooperation and patience where every member plays a role in the overall story. I have been going up to random citizens, offering them to have a fun roleplay experience when they come to shrine. I even offer tarot readings despite them being lengthy!
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
A Comprehensive Turf Reform Plan
Enhance the Link Between BMD and Turfs This first step will rework the role that the BMD plays in crime by assigning a BMD to every turf. The role will boil down to being a neutral observer and unbiased reporter for the KBM lead.. Giving an oversight of the 'underworld.'
Requirements and Specifications:
- They are NOT a proprietor. A gang's turf belongs to a gang ICly and OOCly, as the KBM lead assigns it to that gang specifically.
- They must have no pre-existing biases towards the turf's holder or contestants OOCly.
- They cannot enter outright conflict with a gang over a turf, even if they are in IC conflict with that gang outside of it.
- When a turf is open, their main job to fulfill in this role is to go and visit the turf while watching the regular existances that transpire. This includes fights, regular meetings, hosted events, and so on.
- If the BMD happens to miss a major occurrence, it is up to the turf contestant to send screenshots and updates to that BMD OOCly to document their progress. Things must always be recorded to get an understanding on what is occuring.
- When a turf is claimed, their main job to fulfill in this role is to arrange and schedule mutually agreed times to visit and watch how the gang uses the turf, essentially ensuring that it's being put to good use.
- If a scheduled time cannot be arranged or agreed upon, it is up to the turf's occupant to send screenshots and updates to that BMD OOCly to prove that it's being used correctly.
The BMD directing over their turf will compile their findings and make an unbiased report to the KBM lead OOCly, without any IC biases in any capacity.
In the context of an open turf, all of the contestants' will receive a separate file and report for the KBM lead to review. The KBM lead will then decide who receives the turf.
In the context of an occupied turf, the occupant will receive a separate file and report for the KBM lead to review. The KBM lead will then decide if the turf is being used correctly, and whether or not that gang should keep it.
Reform Turf Challenges
This next suggestion that I would make is to totally rework how turf challenges work..! Losing or winning a single fight is a really unfair way to judge how a gang should progress or regress, especially when it can sometimes come down to rolls instead of the quality of the writing. I continue to talk about storylines and creativity within my application, so these are important values of mine. The idea is to break it up into multiple events over a negotiated period of time. The KBM lead will still preside over every challenge OOCly, as staff input is still necessary for any challenge/fight that happens over a turf.
Note: even if the suggestion above is not feasible, this suggestion is still an idea worth considering!
Setting Up Conflict:
First, it should be confirmed that there is valid motive once a turf challenge is submitted.
Second, an "initiator" event should be hosted, where the occupant and the challenging gangs are mandated to hold a confrontation over the matter of the contested turf. The purpose of this event can have a literal infinite number of events that take place, but the goal is to set the tone and open the challenge up!
How the Conflict Proceeds:
This suggestion has two alternatives; because of how complicated plugins are.., option 1 deserves a disclaimer as it might require more work from developers to do...! But still, ideas are ideas. Right? Things can always be reworked and taken inspiration from!
Option 1:
Initially, the turf should be unlocked completely to both gangs only. This will give both gangs the chance to show how they intend ot use the turf, plus enter long term conflict, develop plot lines, and engage in active writing sessions with each other.
Next, a period of conflict will be permitted to transpire for an agreed time period.
Option 2:
An agreed upon number of flash events can take place, presided over by the KBM Lead. These events will be small, modest, and creative- not meant to be server wide. An example would be a simple turf raid, or smashing of the outside area by the challenger.
How to Conclude the Conflict:
This is where the old system comes in; the conflict will be concluded by a climatic brawl at a mutually agreed location, and afterwards the KBM lead will decide the verdict of the challenge. This means that the "war" will hinge on the final brawl AND an extended conflict.. It creates for things that people want within gangrp. Storylines filled with combat so it is no longer the same stale situation.
Regular KBM Meetings With Gangs
AND LASTLY.. Normalize the KBM lead playing an actual IC role with the gang faction. This has been asked for a HUNDRED times, but has always been something like "make them visit individual gang leads, give us event ideas, etc. etc."
Instead of that, I want to propose streamlining the process! As always, I am somebody open to hearing criticism with my ideas to better improve them.
The steps for the process would be as followed:
- KBM lead will host regular meetings when the motive is appropriate. this can summon all of the BMDs and/or all of the gang leads (or maybe just a handful at the KBM lead's discretion) for a meeting for ANY justifiable reason.
- KBM lead cant come? That's ok, assign a trusted BMD to take their place!
- 1 gang lead cant make it? That's ok, they can send a representative they trust!
Note: These meetings shouldn't be common, or done to just fill time. They should be rare, prestigious, and considered an unmissable event. If the KBM lead speaks, the entire underworld should hear them. It should send shockwaves throughout the entire community, reshaping gang relations and politics. This will also prevent writer's block or burnout, because every single meeting feels special or holds gravity. It would also promote ACTUAL diplomacy, prompting gangs to form meaningful, long-term coalitions to negotiate and represent potentially shared interests at the meeting table. This would not just be mindless fighting because "2 gang beats 1 gang", it'd promote detailed interactions that require criminals to think in depth about gang relations.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am.
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?
Yes, I am.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, I am.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I am!!
In-Character (IC) Section
[!] A portrait in the Moscow, Kirishiki, residence would sit in the attic. Covered with a cloth, this would be revealed if anybody went to search. [!]
Art by me :3
[!] A portrait in the Moscow, Kirishiki, residence would sit in the attic. Covered with a cloth, this would be revealed if anybody went to search. [!]
Art by me :3
Full Legal Name:
After the anger and solitude her surname had put her through, anyone would assume The Heiress would hate it. The lace on her glove was coming undone just at the fingertips of her ring and pinky finger. They took a pause over the edge of the sketchbook she always seemed to carry, and for a moment- She forgot this was an interview.
'Yes, of course.'
Her gaze stepping to the side as she glanced back to the sketchbook, carefully brushing a loose strand of burgundy-purple hair behind her ear.
'My full legal name is Sunako Kirishiki,' She answered. 'Though many know me as 'Lady Kirishiki.' There was a gentle pride in the title, though not arrogance. After everything she has been through
Instantly, she yanked open the notebook. Her gloved finger pointed over to a polaroid taped to the corner of the coffee-stained page.. Ignoring her 'notes,' she had written.. 'This is my baby, Vader. I have three more cats.' After the anger and solitude her surname had put her through, anyone would assume The Heiress would hate it. The lace on her glove was coming undone just at the fingertips of her ring and pinky finger. They took a pause over the edge of the sketchbook she always seemed to carry, and for a moment- She forgot this was an interview.
'Yes, of course.'
Her gaze stepping to the side as she glanced back to the sketchbook, carefully brushing a loose strand of burgundy-purple hair behind her ear.
'My full legal name is Sunako Kirishiki,' She answered. 'Though many know me as 'Lady Kirishiki.' There was a gentle pride in the title, though not arrogance. After everything she has been through
With that, she began to hold a finger up as she named them. 'And here is Leia.. This little darling is Miffy, and thiiiiisss- OHMYGOD I LOST THE POLAROID OF POPPY.'
QUICKLY, The Heiress began skimming through the pages. Turning them DRAMATICALLY, without a care if the pages were going to fall apart, she searched for the MISSING polaroid of her last cat. This was the biggest deal ever, POPPY WAS HER CHUNKIEST KITTEN OF THEM ALL! Just as all hope was gone, Kirishiki lifted the book and flipped it upside down.. Dangling it over her lap as she shook it a perfect amount, leading to the final polaroid image to fall on the desk.
'And this is Poppy!'
Criminal Alias:
Her eye twitched as she went still. The smile she continued to bring back to her face was locked in motion. It was almost instinct to answer with her previous name, alerting the old life she promised to leave behind.. Sorta! Her crystal-blue eyes lowered, figuring out how to answer.
"Koroleva.'
It seems she went back to her Russian roots; Elegance, power, untouchable. A small breath of laughter was released, though there was no real amusement within it. Titles are rarely as beautiful as people imagine them to be, and Lady Kirishiki knew that better than anyone. Born as an heiress, and raised to carry a family name as though it were a crown. Kirishiki ran from it all, leaving the family issues in her past and moving to Karakura.. OH AND, creating some of her own within Karakura! It only made sense for her.
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
The Heiress rested her hand over the front of her sketchbook, tapping it against the worn cover.
'It's impolite to ask a woman their age..'
Crickets.
'OH MY KAMIS! I kid. I goof. I EVEN GAFF! I am thirty-years old.'
DAMN! A faint embarrassed smile touched her lips as she fixed her posture with as much grace as she could manage. Was this a good time to give the interviewer her skin care routine, because she does not look a day over 29! 'As for my occupation, I am currently a painter.'
Like usual, her gaze lowered to the sketchbook in her hands as she hummed quietly to herself.. A familiar melody most everybody knew. 'I make most of my income through portraits. People, mostly.. I was once a clinical lead psychiatrist for a long while. I cared for it deeply, especially my patients.' That was when her smile faltered, staring at the person before her with an awkward gaze. 'I had to quit for many reasons, which then lead me to become a secretary for Deno von Moltke... but I was forced to wear pants at one point and I only ever wear gowns!' The pants was much worse than her being stabbed as a psychiatrist, mind you.
Gender & Marital Status:
Her expression softened, though the question did make her hesitate. 'My pronouns are she, and, her. I identify as a woman!' She answered gently, giving a polite nod until the next question was asked. For a moment, she blinked rapidly! Should she say she is divorced? Planning on getting a SECOND restraining order on her ex-husband?
'Do you know what a situationship is?"
Even worse. She sat up straight, opening her purse and pulling out a StarBlocks chilled frap coffee drink. Her thick pale brows furrowed as she twisted the lid open until it POPPED. A looooong sip was taken, holding her finger up to hit 'PAUSE' on the question. 'Okay so, I have been a thing with this guy for about..' . . . 'Six or Seven months.' LOLOL! 'We have even said the L-WORD, and then. . He refuses to call me by my first name in public. So, what are we? What does this mean?' Another pause was hit on the interview, pausing to ****yze the question at hand. Was she not the ex-psychiatrist?
'I am single.'
Ethnicity & Race:
She closed the Starblocks Chilled Frap coffee drink, setting it off to the side of the table. 'I am Japanese- Russian,' she answered softly.
Her crystal blue eyes lowering for a moment before returning with quiet pride, 'My father was born here, in Karakura, while my mother is from Moscow Russia.' The usual strand of hair fell down to her face, covering her nose once again. Carefully, she picked it up and tucked it behind the serpent hairpin. Bad time to take another sip of her coffee, wasn't it? There was no need for more pauses, or a want to hold back.
'The Kirishiki name has history within Karakura; My family is known among the Monogatarihito. I am under the Kirishiki of Kaigan, thanks to my father who was born and raised here.. Creating for his children to continue his 'legacy'" She held back from rolling her eyes upon muttering the word 'legacy,' only letting for a faint bittersweet smile to touch her lips. Was all of this talking needed? Within her messed up - irregular heartbeat, she felt it was more than needed to be said. The history of a person is more than important to understand the way things are. And still, she was not satisfied with that conclusion of an answer.
“So, I suppose my answer is simple and not simple at all. I am Japanese-Russian, yes. But I am also a Kirishiki, and that name has always carried history heavier than I care to admit.”
Known Languages:
Her expression warmed at the question. All that studying and practice really paid off, did it not? She interlocked her fingers with one another, 'I speak Japanese.. Obviously! Russian, and JSL.' #BRAGGING! She was smiling BIG! If there was something The Heiress took pride in, it was her knowledge and skill in education. 'I was forced, happily, to learn Japanese Sign Language when working at the hospital. There were many moments were spoken words were not possible, but every patient has the right to request the treatment they desire with our guidance.' She hummed again, choosing her next words very carefully. It was too early in the interview to delegate the politics of Karakura, and the issues she wanted to tackle.
Her eye twitched as she went still. The smile she continued to bring back to her face was locked in motion. It was almost instinct to answer with her previous name, alerting the old life she promised to leave behind.. Sorta! Her crystal-blue eyes lowered, figuring out how to answer.
"Koroleva.'
It seems she went back to her Russian roots; Elegance, power, untouchable. A small breath of laughter was released, though there was no real amusement within it. Titles are rarely as beautiful as people imagine them to be, and Lady Kirishiki knew that better than anyone. Born as an heiress, and raised to carry a family name as though it were a crown. Kirishiki ran from it all, leaving the family issues in her past and moving to Karakura.. OH AND, creating some of her own within Karakura! It only made sense for her.
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
The Heiress rested her hand over the front of her sketchbook, tapping it against the worn cover.
'It's impolite to ask a woman their age..'
Crickets.
'OH MY KAMIS! I kid. I goof. I EVEN GAFF! I am thirty-years old.'
DAMN! A faint embarrassed smile touched her lips as she fixed her posture with as much grace as she could manage. Was this a good time to give the interviewer her skin care routine, because she does not look a day over 29! 'As for my occupation, I am currently a painter.'
Like usual, her gaze lowered to the sketchbook in her hands as she hummed quietly to herself.. A familiar melody most everybody knew. 'I make most of my income through portraits. People, mostly.. I was once a clinical lead psychiatrist for a long while. I cared for it deeply, especially my patients.' That was when her smile faltered, staring at the person before her with an awkward gaze. 'I had to quit for many reasons, which then lead me to become a secretary for Deno von Moltke... but I was forced to wear pants at one point and I only ever wear gowns!' The pants was much worse than her being stabbed as a psychiatrist, mind you.
Gender & Marital Status:
Her expression softened, though the question did make her hesitate. 'My pronouns are she, and, her. I identify as a woman!' She answered gently, giving a polite nod until the next question was asked. For a moment, she blinked rapidly! Should she say she is divorced? Planning on getting a SECOND restraining order on her ex-husband?
'Do you know what a situationship is?"
Even worse. She sat up straight, opening her purse and pulling out a StarBlocks chilled frap coffee drink. Her thick pale brows furrowed as she twisted the lid open until it POPPED. A looooong sip was taken, holding her finger up to hit 'PAUSE' on the question. 'Okay so, I have been a thing with this guy for about..' . . . 'Six or Seven months.' LOLOL! 'We have even said the L-WORD, and then. . He refuses to call me by my first name in public. So, what are we? What does this mean?' Another pause was hit on the interview, pausing to ****yze the question at hand. Was she not the ex-psychiatrist?
'I am single.'
Ethnicity & Race:
She closed the Starblocks Chilled Frap coffee drink, setting it off to the side of the table. 'I am Japanese- Russian,' she answered softly.
Her crystal blue eyes lowering for a moment before returning with quiet pride, 'My father was born here, in Karakura, while my mother is from Moscow Russia.' The usual strand of hair fell down to her face, covering her nose once again. Carefully, she picked it up and tucked it behind the serpent hairpin. Bad time to take another sip of her coffee, wasn't it? There was no need for more pauses, or a want to hold back.
'The Kirishiki name has history within Karakura; My family is known among the Monogatarihito. I am under the Kirishiki of Kaigan, thanks to my father who was born and raised here.. Creating for his children to continue his 'legacy'" She held back from rolling her eyes upon muttering the word 'legacy,' only letting for a faint bittersweet smile to touch her lips. Was all of this talking needed? Within her messed up - irregular heartbeat, she felt it was more than needed to be said. The history of a person is more than important to understand the way things are. And still, she was not satisfied with that conclusion of an answer.
“So, I suppose my answer is simple and not simple at all. I am Japanese-Russian, yes. But I am also a Kirishiki, and that name has always carried history heavier than I care to admit.”
Known Languages:
Her expression warmed at the question. All that studying and practice really paid off, did it not? She interlocked her fingers with one another, 'I speak Japanese.. Obviously! Russian, and JSL.' #BRAGGING! She was smiling BIG! If there was something The Heiress took pride in, it was her knowledge and skill in education. 'I was forced, happily, to learn Japanese Sign Language when working at the hospital. There were many moments were spoken words were not possible, but every patient has the right to request the treatment they desire with our guidance.' She hummed again, choosing her next words very carefully. It was too early in the interview to delegate the politics of Karakura, and the issues she wanted to tackle.
Former Associations/Occupations:
Figure Skater
'I began figure skating at, only, seven years old. Each Kirishiki needed a way to stand out from the rest- So I took on this profession. It was a true passion, something I was able to see myself perusing without the worries of responsibility within my household. Daily, I spent two hours practicing until I mastered my technique- Because I never wanted to get 'better' at the sport. I wanted to be the absolute best, I wanted to be perfect to prove something. After an incident that caused my left leg to get absolutely shattered and destroyed, I lost the ability to continue this passion.. If I am honest, I have not fully attempted to try again. The last time I put on ice skates was two winters ago, when I still worked at the Hospital. My younger brother, Tsuki, took me out after my absent boyfriend bailed on our date..! I spent too much time crying to actually try, ha."
Psychiatrist
"As I have continued to mention, I was the clinical lead psychiatrist in Karakura for a long while. I was in charge of the psychiatrist department, allowing me to help connect officers with their own personal psych. I adored this profession for a very long time; I built many professional relationships, and met so many of my now close friends. Things began to fall apart as corruption lurked in the shadows. The first two psychiatrist higher ups, before me, were corrupted men. I even helped one of them sneak into their office to grab their whiskey, but my old boss did not need to know that... ha.. ha.. ha! I witnessed the downfall of many corrupt officers, realizing their mental-help safety was never going to be enough to keep them sane. I will not go into witnessing a man pull a katana on my boss, but there was so much shady business within the government. I became victim of being another government worker to feel frustrated with the useless work these government officials were "providing." There is so much more I could say about this, but for now.. I will say, I was a psychiatrist at Karakura hospital."
Painter
"My mother was an artist. She painted our family portraits all of the time, but never included herself within the mediums. I think she felt too angry with my father to allow herself to waste her talent on him.. I was gifted the artistic gene through her, allowing for me to make a living off of it. I work for Euphoria and Misfits, meeting a series of clients who ask me to paint their portraits. As my mother, I prefer not to paint myself but those around me.. Capturing them through my lens; My favorite muse is a German blonde who keeps a neutral face all the time....... and my cats!"
Secretary to Deno von Moltke (The Mandate...)
"I only just quit this job, recently. I enjoyed it a lot, expect having to wear some of those outfits.. I kept things organized and scheduled things for the Löwe security firm. I was of use when needed, and followed behind them with a pen and notebook- Making sure to record whatever was needed for future discussions and plans. The security firm is already very organized, and direct.. I use to spend quite a lot of time drawing my cats during meetings at the start, but then I began to be asked for my personal opinion and thoughts on the matters. I was involved with decision making at times, and it was lovely to help behind the scenes. If I am honest, I left because a lot clashed within the job.'
Highest Level of Education:
[!] A document was tucked within the folder she brought. When opened.. an OLD, outdated, diploma rested inside [!]
Her gaze remained rather bored, unsure if it was time to brag again. You see, Lady Kirishiki did not care to brag about riches and backgrounds.. None of it mattered to her. Those morals were all tossed out the window the moment it hit education. Passion over medical studies and understanding was something she took pride in, especially after years and years of suffering in a lonely house as her husband was away on trips. 'I was unsure if I should bring my undergrad, masters, or PHD. . I majored in Biochemistry, with a minor in psychology.' Standing straight up, she smiled. It was a forced smile, trying to not seem too happy.. But it was clear she was. 'I studied to be a doctor, but ultimately used my degree to focus on the human mind.' A long pause before glancing down at the diploma, tapping her nail against the bold 'OZAKI,' with a raised eyebrow. 'The surname never quite fit me, and I have not visited Tokyo to request for a change in my transcript and diplomas. . . Just do not let my ex husband find out!" He was crazy enough to see this as a sign that she is still madly in love with him! This was the same guy who serenaded Camila Cabello to his psychiatrist..
[!] A document was tucked within the folder she brought. When opened.. an OLD, outdated, diploma rested inside [!]
Her gaze remained rather bored, unsure if it was time to brag again. You see, Lady Kirishiki did not care to brag about riches and backgrounds.. None of it mattered to her. Those morals were all tossed out the window the moment it hit education. Passion over medical studies and understanding was something she took pride in, especially after years and years of suffering in a lonely house as her husband was away on trips. 'I was unsure if I should bring my undergrad, masters, or PHD. . I majored in Biochemistry, with a minor in psychology.' Standing straight up, she smiled. It was a forced smile, trying to not seem too happy.. But it was clear she was. 'I studied to be a doctor, but ultimately used my degree to focus on the human mind.' A long pause before glancing down at the diploma, tapping her nail against the bold 'OZAKI,' with a raised eyebrow. 'The surname never quite fit me, and I have not visited Tokyo to request for a change in my transcript and diplomas. . . Just do not let my ex husband find out!" He was crazy enough to see this as a sign that she is still madly in love with him! This was the same guy who serenaded Camila Cabello to his psychiatrist..
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Sunako developed PTSD after being stabbed at the beach, leading for her to avoid it for years. She would get no where near the beach, in fact, ignoring areas around it to avoid hearing the waves clash. Despite this, she recently began trying to heal with the help of Deno von Moltke. Do not give him much credit though, she was the one who made the move to get over her fears in doing so. . . Having said that, she is slowly getting over what occurred. She has hold a nagi, and done things to help with the post traumatic stress disorder..
Phobia
After getting on the bad graces of a gang member, he began to threaten her. . . with his pet raccoon. On a random late shift, Sunako was tackled and scratched HORRIBLY by a raccoon as 'revenge.' It was not as harmful as the other acts of violence people have gone through, but still- The member and his pet would lurk outside the hospital and follow her at night in hope to 'warn her' not to mess with them. She refuses to get over this fear, which is unfortunate considering her situationship has a pet raccoon.
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Sunako Kirishiki is a crazy cat mom. When talking about her children, she will refer to her four kittens as her 'babies.' If there was strollers sold in Karakura, she would 100% put them in there when going on her morning walks. Besides that, she is somebody who is built from contradictions. At first glance, she is a lady viewed as proper and overally polite. Manners are shared with those among her, and she prefers to be addressed as 'Lady Kirishiki.'
Sunako is warm, very hyper usually and passionate about all the wrong things at times. Star Wars is something that means a lot to her, though. . many would not consider that to be a 'wrong thing!" Lady Kirishiki is the type of person to do a smile when uncomfortable. At her worst, she is a hypocrite. Originally a hater of such awful criminals, only to change her mindse after seeing things from the opposite side. Her political beliefs began to showcase instantly, filled with anger and a mixture of guilt... But still, she takes things serious. Such as SWEARING that it is said as 'bimbimbap.' And she talks passionately about Miffy, and how important she is to her. She is not cruel, but her fear can make her hurt people by abandoning them before they can abandon her. Her frivolous tendencies paint an extremely eccentric personality. Despite being educated and 'high class', she succumbs to rather impulsive desires, like the need to randomly "meow" with her close friends that she trusts... This is the regular Sunako that feels safe in the presence of her intimate companions. Vulnerability is common; emotions overwhelm her and it isn't rare for her to sulk alone if there's too much pressure on her heart.On the contrary, her 'Lady Kirishiki' persona is reserved and 'proper'. This persona refuses to give out her number to anyone, even to family, out of fear of potentially having it leaked and traced back to her criminal persona. She never forgets her manners, never forgets her place in the speaking order, and always expects those around her to match her respectful nature. She is willing to scold her family if they step out of line, or smear their image with misbehavior. The criminal, 'KOROLEVA'
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
The Runaway Heiress
The Runaway Heiress
Lady Kirishiki has always had her life planned for her. Born into a wealthy and prestigious family, she was raised beneath the weight of expectations and legacy. Nothing mattered as long as she did as her parents planned for her. Ryutaro Kirishiki was a man who was hungry for power, creating plans for his children before they were old enough to understand what these plans meant. Of course, as the eldest, Sunako was forced to grow up and take care of her brother. She was perfect, educated, elegant, and useful. Kirishiki appeared to be worthy of the surname she held; Then came the arrangement. At the age of fifteen, a forced marriage awaited her in Japan. Her father had an offer, a polished cage dressed up as a family duty awaited her and she was okay to accept it quietly. The only place she was able to escape from the pressure at home was on ice. Her real passion laid with ice skates and a rink, leaving dreams in her mind to remain just 'dreams' because Ryūtarō would never accept of something that stupid. Surgeon was the only goal she had to care about, and it is what she worked her way up to... alongside that marriage! Until her mother fell victim of a glass filled with red tint wine. Two siblings to raise, the job to maintain a ‘perfect family image’, and making big efforts to be the top of her class to someday escape this awful family. Sunako found herself drawn to something to help escape the reality she calls ‘home.’ Soaring on ice, twirling effortlessly; The thought of becoming a professional figure skater seemed surreal to this Kirishiki, but not impossible.. At least, not impossible in the eyes of her trainer. So graceful, and so delicate that she skated for hours. Competitions and awards were a breeze as she remained the top of her class, alongside, the top figure skater in Moscow Russia. It was the only time her mother appeared to be proud, especially when she would take her sketchbook to Sunako's competitions. Mother Kirishiki only drew what was 'worthy' of her grace. She knew what life consisted of as the eldest Kirishiki, and as the daughter of Ryutaro Kirishiki. She accepted the conditio-
'How long have you been skating for?'
A charming blue-haired Japanese boy spoke to her, making freedom sound like love. For the first time ever, the heiress was convinced there was a world beyond the expectations her family had to offer. Five minutes before he asked that, she was trapped beneath the weight of the Russian name. Four minutes before he walked up to her, she was the eldest daughter. . The obedient one. The perfect one! Three minutes before he looked over her way, her life had already been written for her by people who never asked what she wanted.
Then came Tooru Ozaki.
He was a Japanese exchange student with gorgeous long dark blue hair, and sapphire eyes. His smile carried far too much confidence for his own good, and it appeared that trench coats were the only thing he owned. He was absolutely perfect, and everything Ryutaro despised. Free-spirited and disobedient. It was a type of charming that felt reckless, which was perfect to ruin the plans of the Head of Kirishikis. Ozaki did not carry himself like someone raised to fear powerful men, and perhaps that was what the Heiress noticed in him. It was a hidden rebellion she faced; Study sessions turned into long conversations. Conversations turned into secret meetings. Secret meetings shifted into a routine that Sunako clung with her hands. Every practice and competition, he was there to cheer her on. No, he was not simply a boy that Sunako had fallen for.. He was a crack in the obedience Ryutaro had spent years forcing into her. He represented choice, and choice was dangerous. 'You are no longer to speak to him. No meetings, no glancing too long. No more Ozaki.' And the attempt to brush him out of her life before he could ruin the future arranged for her was made. But there was bad news for him.
Sunako had already tasted freedom.
She continued to sneak out; Tooru, for all his charm, was not blind to the danger that followed the Kirishiki family. One night, he saw more than he should have. He saw enough to understand that Ryutaro was not merely strict, and not merely controlling, but dangerous. Evil. Thursday. Winter. Four days before Sunako's birthday, Ozaki ran. Convenient that his entire motorbike was destroyed just as he finished his shift. No? But still, Ozaki ran in the harsh snow. Just as the target was seen, Ozaki pushed Sunako from the impact. Harsh, she hit the metal fence leaving her body to crumple. Her leg shattered and blood stained the ice and snow. The place where she once felt more alive became the place where her dream official died. Finally, it was time to cut ties from her family after this. Enough was enough, she eloped. The two ran away to Tokyo, Japan, creating for Sunako to enter University there.
She became a runaway heiress.
And Tooru Ozaki became her husband.
Ozaki encouraged her schooling, and provided as he traveled across the world to continue his career in journalism. That was the complication of Tooru Ozaki, he was a man who stood by her and helped her survive one of the darkest turns of her life. . only to shift into something new. Just as she was rebuilding herself, Tooru began to reveal the changes in his heart. His confidence became arrogance after every return back home, and guilt was drowned in whiskey and rum as he began to neglect her. Why? During a reporter trip, Ozaki cheated on her. Sunako had ran away from her life for him, risking the chance to every speak to her family. . all for him. She was young, she was proved wrong by her father yet again. He begged for a second chance, but it was too late. He saved her from one cage, only to become another kind of cage. Perhaps he did love her, in his own flawed selfish and posessive ways. But he loved her. And finally, they split up as she finished her doctorate- Allowing for her to enter a new world.
Under a Psychiatrist's Care
Karakura. There, Sunako began working at the hospital as a psychiatrist. She wanted to help people, ensuring nobody turns out like her parents did. Listening was always a strength of hers, considering it was all she was allowed to do by her father. For months, she stood quietly with no friends. Just patients, ready to ask 'What has happened since our last meeting?' Quiet. Polite. Distant. The sort of woman who smiled softly, and looked down when people spoke to her.
Then came Neko Heddo.
A crazy blonde, short-tempered, bold, and unafraid to take up space surgeon who had been working there for months. She carried a sharp tongue and a fierce heart.. And somehow, was the only to notice Sunako in the corner during a rush hour. Neko became the person who made sure Sunako spoke up when fearing she would be too loud, and too annoying. Dragging her out of the shell Ozaki stuck her in, friendship was taught for the first time ever. And through Neko, Sunako was able to laugh more. Speak more. And especially, try more... They were two peas in a pod, ready to give one another proper advice. And that was just the thing, Sunako was in need of a lot of advice despite not asking for it! So, through Neko, Sunako met Nokori Heddo. He was Neko's "brother," a ginger detective with dorky glasses and a clumsy sort of charm. He was widowed, carrying grief os his own, but there was something about him that made Sunako feel seen. Nokori was an awkward, warm, wounded man who glanced to the side upon a KPD visitation to the hospital. Unprompted, he had the nerve to say,
'You, there.' His gaze glued onto her. 'You are really pretty.'
Head over heels, really. For a woman who had spent so long being chosen for usefulness, The detective felt like a possibility! Maybe she had a chance at true love after all. Was this man written for her? She wanted to believe, she wanted to pray to the Kamis to give her the strength to speak to him.. BUT, between Sunako and another officer. Sunako lost yet again.
Once more, she was left with an awful yet familiar ache of not being picked. It was starting to get really boring, nobody ever likes repetition within stories. Every insecurity she attempted to hide was beginning to shine through. She was too much, but not enough. Who cares! She is a grown adult woman, no time for love. She has kids she must provide for, and love. A job to maintain, and a life to survive. Love? There was no time or room for that, no longer a priority. So she worked. She climbed the hospital ranks, becoming second-in-command within the psychiatrist department. Was it egotistical of herself to admit she felt some sort of pride in her accomplishments? Her higher-up was Aurele Norbet, a confused and increasingly suspicious man whose actions began to reveal a darker truth. Somehow, they got along just fine.. Did she help him after he broke his leg? Yeah! Did he break her cellphone when Nokori called her? OF COURSE! One sudden day, an emergency email was sent to all the hospital staff. 450k worth of medical supplies had gone missing. . And Norbert was the culprit marked by the CCTV. Banned from the hospital, he was fired. Full of shame, the ex-psychiatrist-clinical-lead did not go to the people who shunned him. He went to the one and only person who was too kind to fully turn him away.
Sunako.
She was sweet, far too sweet! A people pleasure to the bone.. So when Aurele Norbert begged her, with tears in his eyes, to let him into his old office.. Sunako panicked. She knew it was too wrong, and if the director found out.. She would be instantly fired. Knowing she could risk everything she had built, it was a terrible-no good- awful idea. But he pleaded. He had tears in his eyes. Keys were turned, and he was let in. Grabbing all his alcoholic beverages he kept in his office while she watched, Sunako was filled with fear and anxiety. Just as he walked out of the old hospital entrance, he turned to smile. Thanking her in a way that felt incredibly too suspicious to be simple gratitude. Was that a warning sign?
No. It was foreshadowing of everything Karakura was about to put her through.
Around this time, another man entered her life: Kaiyo Chereau. He was a blonde tall man, with a scar kissing his eye. He carried himself with the kind of presence that made people whisper, especially the hospital staff. She could have never known he was a co-lead in a gang! A bad man, according to the public.. None of her friends approved of such a man. They were too different. Sunako, who hated gang members more than anything should have known better. After all, how many criminals had sat in her therapy room and confessed their crimes because she created a safe place for them to do so? How many had trusted her soft and sweet words, only for the psychiatrist to radio KPD the moment they admitted the truth? Her morals were strict. Her hatred of gangs was more than personal.
Dates, hangouts. Kaiyo would shower her with her favorite sweets at work al the time. His own kids became a fan of the psychiatrist as they got serious- Until it was revealed..
'Sunako he has a felony charge.'
Words she never expected to hear. from a dorky ginger detective. How could he have the nerve to do what he can to split them up just as she was becoming vulnerable in emotions once more. Begging for forgiveness, The Detective admitted to a jealous aching feeling in his cheek. She was torn between everything she believed, and everything she felt. That should have ended it. Perhaps, in a dangerous way, it did.. Leaving her to be swarm by a serious of Kaiyo's friends outside the hospital. Insults spat at her, despite not knowing any of their names. She stood, head held high with tears in her eyes before clocking back to her 3 am shift. The detective was more than over the moon, fully believing he had a chance to claim Sunako. Tired and exhausted from being puled between dangerous and grieving men. . She decided to pick the oldest cliche in the book. She picked herself.. At least for a while! Eventually, Sunako and Nokori did become official. Going to government parties, and promising her dream date - They were closer than ever. But the love she prayed for was not as safe as she hoped. Nokori's grief remained between them like a ghost, and he cried about missing his dead wife. . . And worse of all, he admitted that Sunako reminded him of her. What should have been a new stat in romance became comparison. Was she an idiot when it came to picking men? Their relationship was starting to fall apart, and October only made it worse.
One busy night, the bears wre going mad. Chaos in Karakura was leading to rush hours at the hospital! Nokori called for EMS backup to come to the forest and sedate the bears with their syringes, so the 4'10 psychiatrist ran the moment he cried for help. Under posession, she turned on The Detective.
'You are evil, You are selfish.' Words she would never say began to slap him in the face as her halo filled syringe was held tightly between her fingers. 'I could never love a man like you,' was all she said before stabbing Nokori with her syringe. The moment the possession broke, horror consumed her as her knocked out boyfriend laid in her arms. With her ambulance, she rushed him to the hospital in hope of safety and stability.. But something between them had already shattered. Nokori developed a fear of needles, and Sunako began closing herself off again.
The guilt was consuming every vein in her body, despite not being in control! Nokori grew more and more absent. The warmth and comfort faded, and he was barely around. He was not around to congratulate her when she became clinical lead. . and perhaps, the psychiatrist finally understood the pattern. She had run from a forced marriage only to be betrayed by the husband she chose. She had opened her heart to Nokori only to feel like second place to a dead woman and another officer. She had offered kindness to Aurele and been used. She had been tempted by Kaiyo and forced to confront the limits of her own morals.. And still, she was standing.
By the time Sunako Kirishiki became clinical lead and the title felt less like a victory and more like another weight planted onto her heart. Yes, she did work hard for itand earn it.. But Nokori was not there to congratulate her. It was time to move on with her life, why mourn what could have been? Through the shadows, things lurked. Witnessing things she should not have seen, things farm from legal- Sunako found herself watched. At first she assumed she was going crazy. She worked long shifts, and did a series of paper work. A shadow outside the hospital, and it was no spirit. Eyes lingering too long when she crossed a hallway, or left after a left shift.. It became impossible to push it aside.
A black market dealer had begun stalking her.
He would stand outside the hospital windows, holding a brick in one hand, and a mask in the other. She was more than aware of his appearance, but his threats sealed her lips from ever revealing who he was. Worst of all, she never got his name. Red hair, and burns on his face. . His presence was a quiet threat. She was no longer the one holding a secret, but she was a witness. Lady Kirishiki had become a target. Fear was consuming every waking thought, and anxiety crept up behind her as she took a breath of fresh air outside- Until Atlas Edgeworth showed up.
She had known him since her early months at the hospital. He was a surgeon, a co-worker, a close friend who she was able to speak her native language with when stressed and overwhelmed with the pressure! Atlas had seen every version of Sunako: The quiet and shy one who and zero friends, and the one who sobbed over The Detective. With time, their friendship had grown steadily without a violent rush. As she held back the tears on the rooftop, she stood by her and just listened. Perhaps he was not the best with words, but he made sure to have coffee pudding in hand as a way to ease her heartbreak. Weeping over waiting and hoping, he unwrapped a spoon and handed it to her..
Atlas stood near when she was frightened, and he checked up on her daily. To Sunako, he became safety in a way she was not sure how to full accept.
And then, he confessed.
Atlas Edgeworth told Sunako he loved her.
With such rage, Sunako felt betrayed. Sure, she was shocked at first- but then enraged. He had done nothing cruel, but force her to confront something she was not ready to accept. Lady Kirishiki ahd waited five months for Nokori to make his return, and here was Edgeworth- offering her the kind of love she begged the world for. He was kind, patient, PRESENT. . But still, her heart was turned toward a ghost of hope. Nokori Heddo. With tears in her eyes, she stormed out of his penthouse and avoided him at work. Best friends to strangers. . . And she was more than convinced she had done the right thing! She could never accept love from Atlas, because what if Nokori returns soon... As time went on, she had forgotten the sound of Nokori's voice, and the only thing on her mind was the Russian surgeon. Atlas Edgeworth.
Then, the nightmare finally happened. She was kidnapped when strolling off duty.
Waking up in a dark apartment, everybody was masked. They showcased photos of her children. . EVEN HER CATS! Her radio was in the corner, she just needed a few more steps to reach for it. There was pain and fear, and the terrible reality that Karakura's violence had finally found its way beneath her skin. Just as she was knocked out a final time, Lady Kirishiki was dragged to the beach rocks. The sun was beginning to rise. It was a beautiful view. It should have been beautiful. Blood spilled from her red gown, running along the fur on her coat. Prayers muttered to the best of her ability; To god, her mother, her children she feared she would never see again... Her eyes went shut, and she prayed because what else is there to do when you are off duty, laying on the beach rocks, looking at the seine as blood fell into the foam.
Just in time, she was found. She survived, but survival was not mercy without consequence. The stabbing left more than scars. It damaged something inside her, something delicate and vital. A heart condition kissed the heartbeat she once new, leaving a reminder of the morning she almost did not live to see.
As she woke up, she was not alone. . Atlas was holding her hand. For once, love did not arrive with a demand. It was there, quietly and sitting beside her hospital bed. This was something new, love she did not have to beg for her. In time, the two build a beautiful relationship. A surgeon and a psychiatrist. On paper, it should have worked beautifully; They understood these careers, these duties and long hours.. But the PTSD from the beach did not leave her. Nothing was able to be easy since then. It stayed in the back of her mind during shifts, during quiet mornings.. The rocks, the sounds of the waves clashing against the rocks. The unknown masked individuals.. Sunako could not name the danger, so the danger became everything. Every stranger outside the hospital. Every shadow beyond a window. Every criminal who crossed her path. Every whisper of the black market. She hated crime more than anything, and she hated what it had done to everybody around her..
Eventually, Karakura had taken too much from her. Sleep was never an option. Her love of coffee began to fade; How could she sit in a therapy room and tell others to breathe, to ground themselves, to survive their memories, when her own memories had their hands wrapped around her throat? Sunako did what she did best. She ran again. Fleeing to Moscow, Russia. . She returned to the place she had once escaped. Ironic, wasn't it? The runaway heiress came home not because she had forgiven the past, but because she could no longer survive the present. And once again, Sunako Kirishiki disappeared with an apology in her hands and guilt in her heart.
Perhaps if Norbert never turned to smile at her.. If Sunako never betrayed the hospital code and let him in, this all would not have happened.
The Secretary
After a year, she was ready to return to Karakura. Moscow had not entirely healed her, but it did give her proper distance and time. The grief she carried followed and waited for her, but this time.. it was time to stop running away from the truth.
'Neko Heddo is dead.'
It was murder. Her first friend, her best friend. The blonde, short-tempered woman who had once dragged Sunako out of her shell and taught her how to exist without fear was gone. Neko who had taught her what loyalty was. Neko who made her laugh.
Gone.
Sunako did not know who had done it, and if she did . . She would be sent into another traumatic experience. She only knew that Karakura had swallowed another person who she cared for, and the systems that were meant to protect people had failed yet again. If Sunako ever learned that Kaiyo Chereau was the one responsible, something in her would break beyond repair. It would ruin her completely. Silence would consume her waking days; Kaiyo represented one of the ugliest contradictions in her life. A man tied to crime, yet was capable of gentleness. A felon who brought her coffee pudding while standing against every moral she once held. If she were to learn he was in charge for taking Neko away from her, Sunako would become absolutely weak. So, what could she possibly do now? The hospital, or any government job, was something she would never do again. Not after everything! The hospital had once been her sanctuary. It had given her purpose, rank, routine, and a reason to keep going. It had given her psychiatry, her patients, her office, her favorite therapy room, and the illusion that helping people could somehow make the town less cruel. But the hospital had failed to protect those who worked inside it. It had failed Neko. It had failed her. It had witnessed arrogance, betrayal, theft, corruption, violence, and fear, all wrapped beneath the title of service. Playing pretend was starting to get tiring, and she needed change to feel secure.. So she became a painter, like her mother before her. It was quiet, and safe, work. Portraits of people, their loved ones, animals and scenery. Was it the psych in her that helped capture faces and hidden emotions that she was taught to notice without the client knowing? Studying people always intrigued her, and she did not have to stop just because she quiet. It was different now.
Now, no one was able to tackle her in a therapy room. No patient would yank her earring out to the point where she needed sutures. No one could sit across from her and confess a crime while she quietly reached for the radio.. Painting was calming and safe, or at least i twas suppose to be. Somebody from the past showed up, what was new in this routine she lived.
Tooru Ozaki stood before her. Obsessed, manipulative. He was familiar in the worst way possible. Selfishly claiming to miss his children, the man who had once helped her flee an arranged marriage was back as though betrayal could be buried beneath nostalgia.. Sunako did not want him back, no matter how much he begged. The argument escalated, and old wounds sharpened new cruelty. For you see, Sunako was not the same as she use to be a year ago.
'Sunako, why are you back- To be an awful mother who ca-' SMACK! Sunako slapped him. No hesitation, and no apology rising instantly to her throat. She did not soften herself of fix her posture to make the moment less ugly! Tooru had hurt her as a wife. He had hurt her as a woman. But to insult her as a mother was unforgivable. And just a few steps behind the two, a tall blonde man in a black trench coat passed by. Cerulean eyes toward them, piercing into the act of immaturity she had just displayed. Was it pity he was using to stare with? He appeared to have no rush to interfere. Was it judgement he was showcasing? His gaze was cold, almost monotone in its indifference. He observed the scene as if it were simply another passing inconvenience in Karakura's endless theater of conflict. Tooru was as mature as Tooru was able to be, walking away for once. Still trembling from rage, she introduced herself to the strange man with the unreadable eyes. A bow to her head as she apologized for her behavior..
'There is cctv right there.' He said... GRAT.
Deno von Moltke. What did he care about. Of course they had heard of one another before. In Karakura, everybody knows everybody. Names travel faster than people do; Kirishiki, von Moltke, Hospital, Crime. They were not strangers, or at least. . not entirely. They began spending time together. There was no reason for it to mean anything. Deno was cold and formal. And worst of all? He was difficult to read. Sunako was soft and guarded. To be honest, they should have passed through one another's lives like fog. But, they did not.. They continued to find one another, leading to long conversations.
Then came Ryosuke Kirishiki; Approaching Sunako and confessing his crimes, he spilled shame into the Kirishiki name she had spent her whole life to perfect. Anger struck first, until horror consumed the moment. That was when she learned he had worked under Deno's care. Deno was changed entirely in her mind, letting fear cloud her judgements. He was no longer a confusing man she strugled to read, he was connected to the world she had hated for years.. Crime, felons, violence. And how dare he drag her family name witth him. He was just another person like those who confessed in therapy rooms. Men who ruined families. Men who left people like Neko dead... As he made an attempt to explain himself, Lady Kirishiki refused to step closer. She was completely and entirely terrified of him.
And Deno, in his usual manner, did not soften to comfort her. He had no reason to- Sunako was not useful to him, and they were barely friends. That should have ended everything, their friendship.. or whatever it was. Yet, it did not. Despite the fear the controlled her, despite morals, despite every warning ringing like a bell in Sunako's head.. they were drawn toward one another. Not sweetly or comforting. Not in the easy romantic way that Tooru had once offered. Deno von Moltke did not charm her with sunlight. Instead he stood like winter and waited to see if she would approach.
Things fell into place, confessing the truth about the scar on her chest. The beach, the anger towards the government. She allowed Deno to see a piece of the fear she carried beneath the red lipstick she made sure to perfect. Deno, in turn, avoided the beach. Perhaps not all gang leads were awful. . He opened up about his morals and shared goals. A man too proud, too hungry for power. Was she a hypocrite? Had she not hated gang members more than anything? Every moral she built was under the belief that crime destroyed everything she touched!
Why did his principals feel more honest than the government's promises.
She was a runaway heiress. A former clinical lead.. And now she was falling for a man who stood on the opposite side of everything she once believed. They made no sense, this was the intro to an awful rom-com. Then came the mandate. To the Mandate, governance over the underworld was not the end goal.. It was the final stepping stone. So she became Deno's secretary. Taking notes during his meetings and keeping track of his schedule, she was labeled the name 'GRAFINYA.' Their work was familiar in some strange comforting way.. Had she not spent her entire life making powerful people's lives easier? Her superiors, her patients. The hospital. Karakura iteself! But Deno was far different, because he listened.
Lady Kirishiki's political opinions were not dismissed as hysteria! Within the mandate, her anger had a place to be validated. For the first time in years, she was useful.. She wanted to help people, that never slipped away from her morals. Before, she asked: How can I help people within the system?
Now, she asked: What if the system is the thing hurting them?
She wanted more. Not just love or safety. Not a quiet life with her cats, a sketchbook, and a locked door. She wanted to see improvement, change was needed to make a difference. Sunako had not stopped being kind, she simply begun to wonder if kindness was enough..!
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)
There was yelling, chanting, angry bickering just outside the police station. Nobody knew this was her route to go home, and she preferred for nobody to find out. Koroleva had intended to pass through the street with her sketchbook tucked underneath her arm. She was dressed elegant as ever, a red coat buttoned with real fur collar, gloved fingers tucked around the worn leather cover. Her eyes shifted toward the growing crowd, tilting her head as frustration was screamed into the air. Of course, with every crowd there is a center. He could not have been much older than a college student, his voice was raw from shouting."THIS TOWN DOES NOT CARE ABOUT US!"
"YEAH!"
"YOU CALL THIS PROTECTION? YOU CALL THIS JUSTICE?"So she slowed. His face was flushed, and his brows were furrowed. The clothes he wore were plain, worn in a way that made Koroleva painfully aware of the quality of her own goat, her gloves, her shoes. She hummed, turning over to the crowd but standing at arms length. In this town, any sort of commotion peeks a person's interest. The boy stood in the open, voice cracking as he screamed toward anyone who would listen. "They do not care about us. None of them do. Not KPD, NOT THE HOSPITAL!" Many people muttered in agreement, others began trauma dumping their personal stories to prove some point. 'NOT THE PEOPLE SITTING IN OFFICES PRETENDING THEY RUIN THIS TOWN PROPERLY."
Like always, there was a group of individuals there for the fun of it. Whispering to each other 'I'm bored, lets go to the shop.' And still, Sunako remained still. Her first instinct should have been to leave, because in the past she might have told herself that this does not concern her. Tiramisu and a good soap opera awaits her just a few blocks at her house, but the word 'Hospital' had hooked itself into her chest.
He continued shouting, his voice rising as more people began to gather. He had repeated a few lines over and over by now, 'MY SISTER WENT TO THEM FOR HELP, SHE TRUSTED THEM! You know what they gave her.. EMPTY WORDS AND AWFUL ADVICE."
Her nails tapped themselves against the sketchbook as she walked forward to the possible riot, not interrupting or giving her own opinions. The crowd thickened as he continued to spiral into insanity, 'My cousin reported and nothing came of it. Do you know how difficult it is to meet with the director, or their leads?" And she knew. Koroleva knew more than anyone what that was like.
Unfamiliar voices chiming in as she felt a change in the air. It was no longer only one young angry man, but it was turning into something wider. This was something fed by years of ignored grief. She knew what it was to look at the institutions meant to protect people and see only polished failure. These were thoughts that were locked in vault; Strict when obedience mattered, and generous only when control was guaranteed. Then, KPD moved in. It appears that the young man screaming got what he wanted. The officers did not rush at first. They were well organized, approaching in a controlled way while looking to a certain officer in confusion on what to do. Riot shields and uniforms, warning those to calm down and disturbing the public. Peaceful protests were more than okay, but the crowd was angry and filled with hostility. Even Koroleva thought it might truly become a riot. She understood public safety. She understood that crowds could become dangerous and that officers had duties to maintain order... But she also understood how quickly procedure could become dismissal.
People shouting, 'LET HIM SPEAK.' . . 'THEY ARE SILENCING US ONCE AGAIN.'
Their warnings grew sharper until he finally gave up, because despite the passion and anger- He did not want to be arrested. The tension began to loosen, and perhaps the student exhausted himself. People started to disperse and he remained, sitting on a bench outside of kpd as he spat insults towards the officers who were officially gone. In just a short time, passion was revealed only to be tucked away as people refused to speak up for what they just cared about..
"Excuse me." Her voice was soft.
He turned, landing on her red coat first. Then her gloves. The golden serpent in her hair, and the careful makeup. His expression twisted, picking on the posture of a woman raised around money, and rooms where people spoke softly because they never needed to scream like he did today.
"What the hell do you want?" His eyes dragging themselves to her sketchbook. His disgust was worn on his sleeve, showcasing that he did not care to state his opinion. Not now at least, she had not done much to upset the poor boy just yet.
"I was curious to see if you were alright.'
"Get outta here grandma." He laughed.
OH NAW!! She was not old... Her arms crossed one another, tapping her heel against the cement as she stood there. Not the time to get angry..
"I said get out of here?"
"You look furious."
And now his expression fell on her heel tapping away as she waited for a response. "Good. A rich entitled woman is able to see that." A sarcastic slow clap was offered to Koroleva as the tapping finally stopped. She did not flinch, or look insulted.
"What are you even doing here? Are you about to tell me to trust the system? Do you got family working there.. Should I file a report and wait three months for someone to pretend to read it!"
"No." She was quick to answer, shifting her fingers around her sketchbook.
"SO?"
"I wanted to listen," she finally responded. A weak smile offered to him before sitting beside him. He stared at her, confused as neither spoke. What was there to say? All he could do is scoff and look away as she lowered her gaze. 'People like you only offer to listen, never changes.'
'Listening is not enough, but it is where people should have started.' A side eye towards his direction, opening her sketchbook to grab a polaroid of her kitten. 'No?' she just had to add.. But what would somebody like her know about it! The hatred he carried toward everything she appeared to represent. She could barely blame him. There she sat next to this student. In her red coat and refined clothing, with her soft voice and family name that he did not know. Koroleva wore her favorite accessory, hypocrisy. A loud and dramatic sigh escaped from her, not defending herself or morals. Instead, she stood up to ask, 'Would you walk with me a moment? Somewhere quieter!"
The young man's expression fell, confused as to why this strange 'grandma' wanted to speak with him. 'The hell??'
"You are still angry, and KPD is still watching you.." she snapped. Quickly to defend a point he did not ask for.
Instantly, he turned around. Two officers were pacing back in forth while not looking at him, but he knew better than to start another issue. After all, he was on their radar. 'I am not scared of them!'
Koroleva raised a brow, nodding. 'I know,' her smile not once faltering, 'That is why I am concerned.' It was a quick hesitation on his end, creating for the answer to confuse him a tad bit. With visible reluctance, he stood up with a grunt. Annoyed and angry at her too, he followed. In the back of a few buildings, where Karakura fell silent.. She led, and he followed with such confusion. Sunako led him to a quieter corner near the shadow of a building, still public enough that he would not feel trapped. These were details he made sure to notice. "You picked somewhere people can still see us." He leaned against the wall, "Why?"
Another sigh released from her lips, "I asked you to follow me. It would be rude of me to make you feel cornered." And that was all Koroleva cared for, KINDNESS! Through the anger, he found. away to listen.
"What is your name?"
"Why do you care?"
She furrowed her brows, '“I do not enjoy speaking to people as if they are only an incident.” His expression flickered, giving his name right away. He looked away, breathing hard through his nose to hold back from storming off. Koroleva studied him, taking mental notes of his behavior. . . Grief, most likely. Fear? Without realizing it, she was already giving a mental diagnosis on who he was and what their issues were. Her mind began naming the medications associated with these anger disorders, figuring what she could send him to get a proper diagnosis for.
"I lost my sister."
Oh right, the two were talking. He shared his grief, occasionally cursing at whoever he held responsible while she remained silent. Koroleva did not interrupt, and she did not give pity. "I am very sorry."
"That is it? You dragged me here to trauma dump then apologize?"
A blink, "No but it is the first honest thing that has been said" She hummed now.
"My cousin tried reporting something too, but nothing happened.. Nothing ever happens unless someone with money or a title gets hurt.”
Quickly, her expression shifted into a smile. Her tone was quiet and soft, 'I had both.. It did not save me either.' Finally, he looked over at her. It was hard to read his thoughts, even for somebody who has an obsession with the human mind and conflicted emotions. Since they were on the topic of trauma dumping,
“I was a clinical lead psychiatrist,” she said. “Before that, I was a runaway heiress. I fled a family that wanted to decide my life for me, fled a forced marriage, and believed I had escaped into freedom. I came to Karakura and thought if I worked hard enough, if I helped enough people, if I gave enough of myself, then maybe I could make something better.” Deep breaths after every statement, witnessing his anger dull into confusion.
"Do you hate the hospital now?" was all he was able to ask.
“Hatred is often grief with nowhere proper to go.” Now was not the time to go into depth on how her best friend was murdered, she was stalked, she was kidnapped. All she could mention was, 'I somehow was left with a heart condition after all the trauma and pain.' And still, that was not enough for him to react. The most he did was get angry. Sympathy appeared to not be within his vocabulary and who could blame such a young man after everything you loved gets taken away.
"Sooo.. Who did it?"
"I do not know."
For a moment, his eyes SLIGHTLY widened. There was no performances held between them. No protestor delinquent, and no elegant woman who ran from her past. There was just two people who understood that the town had taken pieces from them and offered procedures in return. He snapped back to reality, remembering the different worlds they come from!
"SO WHAT!" He exclaimed, "You came over here to trauma dump with me?"
A sad piece of amusement touched her face, 'No of course not. I had to tell you- You are wasting something valuable.." His brows furrowed, not knowing what to say or do.
"Your anger." She made sure to add as a step closer was taken.
“You are not wrong to be angry. You are not wrong to hate what failed you. You are not wrong to look at this town and think something beneath it is rotten. But standing in the street until KPD drags you away will not change it.”
The young man's mouth opened, then close. He was a student who lost control, somebody who yelled too loudly begging for change after everything he has endured. His face fell into the palm of his hand, forcefully holding himself up as the day took a draining turn to his mentality. She took note of his body language, knowing damn well he would say something petty and rude any momen- 'WHAT DID YOU ACTUALLY WANT THEN?" Whoop, there it is. A quiet chuckle to herself as she waved him off, dismissing his anger before answering. The question was immediate. With full respect, Koroleva turned herself over to face him entirely. Direct eye contact with him before stating,
"You said the system treated important things like a joke. So tell me, do you want to be remembered as the boy who shouted until officers threatened him? Or do you want to become someone capable of forcing people to listen?” He did not answer this. Koroleva knew better to ask a rhetorical question in a moment of anger and frustration.
"I am looking for individuals who share the same goal I do. People who are tired of watching others be failed. People with passion, yes, but also proper empathy. Without empathy, passion becomes cruelty. Without purpose, anger becomes noise.” She removed the lace glove, glancing toward a lonely street.. "I have grown so bored of emotionless people who claim they are strong because they do not care...' An eye roll as she forced a deep voice, mocking those she has ran into in her lifetype. 'I got to where I am by refusing to love.. by refusing to fear others.' - 'There is nothing impressive about apthy, and nothing noble about watching people suffer.'
He looked at her, and for once.. He was able to offer a proper expression to the conversation. His eyes widened as he chewed down onto the inside of his cheek, nodding to Koroleva's words. Had she finally reached a soft spot in his heart? 'I want people who still feel something to help work for me.. People who can look at an outcast, neglected patient- EVEN A FRIGHTENED MOTHER.. Just to understand there are not inconveniences.' And there it was, the faint and weary smile touched her lips, glancing down to the cat polaroids tapped to her old sketchbook. 'If I am to build anything meaningful, I do not want empty people with cold hands and COLDER hearts.'
How boring, how cliche..
"I want those who remember why they are fighting in the first place."
"Like me?"
She turned her gaze back to him, nodding as a response. Who knew she was able to find a series of BMDAS who were passionate! And still, it would take a bit more for her to trust somebody that easily.. but it was good to see people with the same morals that she carried.
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)
N/A as of right now.