AAadhira
Level 17
[!] OUT OF CHARACTER [!]
'May those who pity me along the way rot away like those below them.'
'May those who pity me along the way rot away like those below them.'
IGN: (Please also list any of your alternate accounts)
AAadhiraRP
Describe your activity on the server:
GENERALIZED ACTIVITY:
From the start back in 2023, I have been introduced to School Roleplay and Roleplay Hub by one of my closest friends. The male showed me the routes of a new roleplay based server where I was able to interact and get to know other people within the community. Without knowing certain rules at the time, I was able to showcase my understanding over the years I have spent on this server.
During the time in 2023, I did also have two bans from this server. However, both of the bans had only lasted two weeks each, which shows that my record has been relatively clean since.
Now turning twenty this year, damn has it really been that long? Regardless, I now have a job that requires a lot of hours, however thankfully they are super forgiving with days off, allowing me to be active on the server for the same amount of time I have been active for since I started.
- Original Hours: Six Days On, Six Days Off -
- New Hours: Four On, Five Off, Five On, Four Off. (More elaboration will be made in the screenshot.)
FACTION ROLEPLAY:
Despite being in the community since 2023, I only got into the faction side of roleplay a year later, after prioritizing Gang/Crime roleplay for the majority of the time leading up to this point. However, when I wanted to take a break from being in a verified organization - More on that when I talk about my Gang/Crime section - I decided that I would apply towards being a student council for the bobcats. Once I got accepted there, I was mainly doing student council as my main type of roleplay, interacting with the students, showcasing my teamwork capabilities, and displaying my opinions and ideas of events and concepts that we would be able to do within the faction. Once the last set of college exams were in effect, and my girl Esrah became a college student, my motivation for the faction strived larger than it was before. None of the prior concepts ended, all of them kept extending wider than what I could believe.
After being in student council for around six months, I decided I wanted to take it further, push forward to what I wanted to do. With that, I decided that I wanted to apply to become a Caretaker, going around doing similar jobs that I did as a Student Council, however this time I was able to address situations and be able to view the cameras. I remember the days getting on this server to drive the bus around, everyone having a blast at this totally cool, yet stellar Caretaker driving them to the school every morning. However, good things came to an end when I had to take a bit of a break from SRP, work caught up to me at this period in my life, where I was stressing the start of my apprenticeship for my own career. However, as all of that settled, it came time to try more things out.
GANG/CRIME ROLEPLAY:
When I first started in 2023, Gang Roleplay was the first type of genre that I was introduced to, not to say that was ever a bad thing, as that genre was one that I kept coming back to. The thrill of roleplay interactions, events that were made up by those involved, the event team, and the staff members involved. It was something that always caught my eye. Primarily in businesses regarding Intel or Aggression, I was being introduced to a variety of different genres of Gang Roleplay, the sub categories. Understanding what different types of gangs did and their morals was what kept me motivated to interact.
Now in recent times, Gang Roleplay has been something I distanced a bit of myself from. Yes, I am still active within the gang roleplay community, however not for my own personal goal inside of gangs. Activity channels are not everything, however I always made sure to keep the roleplay interactions up, always gaining insight and seeing what newer crews do. Which is why I decided to join Karakura Autos as a Mechanic, and to join Prowlers as a member. Both of these allowed me to interact with more people than I had with the limitations I felt within the gang roleplay scene, and boosted me to where I am now; applying to become a BMD member.
AVAILABILITY:
I am usually active during my days off, however when I am at work, they are scheduled as twelve hour shifts. Despite this, I still show my activity within the server when I log on in the evening before I go to bed. Mainly to check up on those I have not spoken to, or to interact more with those I wanted to learn more about. Despite this, I would give my score of activity around a 8.5 to a 9 out of ten.
Below are screenshots of my playtime accumulating to approximately 27 weeks on SRP, alongside a screenshot of my work schedule.
(If work desires any overtime from myself, I will let the crime lead be aware of it.)
AAadhiraRP
Describe your activity on the server:
GENERALIZED ACTIVITY:
From the start back in 2023, I have been introduced to School Roleplay and Roleplay Hub by one of my closest friends. The male showed me the routes of a new roleplay based server where I was able to interact and get to know other people within the community. Without knowing certain rules at the time, I was able to showcase my understanding over the years I have spent on this server.
During the time in 2023, I did also have two bans from this server. However, both of the bans had only lasted two weeks each, which shows that my record has been relatively clean since.
Now turning twenty this year, damn has it really been that long? Regardless, I now have a job that requires a lot of hours, however thankfully they are super forgiving with days off, allowing me to be active on the server for the same amount of time I have been active for since I started.
- Original Hours: Six Days On, Six Days Off -
- New Hours: Four On, Five Off, Five On, Four Off. (More elaboration will be made in the screenshot.)
FACTION ROLEPLAY:
Despite being in the community since 2023, I only got into the faction side of roleplay a year later, after prioritizing Gang/Crime roleplay for the majority of the time leading up to this point. However, when I wanted to take a break from being in a verified organization - More on that when I talk about my Gang/Crime section - I decided that I would apply towards being a student council for the bobcats. Once I got accepted there, I was mainly doing student council as my main type of roleplay, interacting with the students, showcasing my teamwork capabilities, and displaying my opinions and ideas of events and concepts that we would be able to do within the faction. Once the last set of college exams were in effect, and my girl Esrah became a college student, my motivation for the faction strived larger than it was before. None of the prior concepts ended, all of them kept extending wider than what I could believe.
After being in student council for around six months, I decided I wanted to take it further, push forward to what I wanted to do. With that, I decided that I wanted to apply to become a Caretaker, going around doing similar jobs that I did as a Student Council, however this time I was able to address situations and be able to view the cameras. I remember the days getting on this server to drive the bus around, everyone having a blast at this totally cool, yet stellar Caretaker driving them to the school every morning. However, good things came to an end when I had to take a bit of a break from SRP, work caught up to me at this period in my life, where I was stressing the start of my apprenticeship for my own career. However, as all of that settled, it came time to try more things out.
GANG/CRIME ROLEPLAY:
When I first started in 2023, Gang Roleplay was the first type of genre that I was introduced to, not to say that was ever a bad thing, as that genre was one that I kept coming back to. The thrill of roleplay interactions, events that were made up by those involved, the event team, and the staff members involved. It was something that always caught my eye. Primarily in businesses regarding Intel or Aggression, I was being introduced to a variety of different genres of Gang Roleplay, the sub categories. Understanding what different types of gangs did and their morals was what kept me motivated to interact.
Now in recent times, Gang Roleplay has been something I distanced a bit of myself from. Yes, I am still active within the gang roleplay community, however not for my own personal goal inside of gangs. Activity channels are not everything, however I always made sure to keep the roleplay interactions up, always gaining insight and seeing what newer crews do. Which is why I decided to join Karakura Autos as a Mechanic, and to join Prowlers as a member. Both of these allowed me to interact with more people than I had with the limitations I felt within the gang roleplay scene, and boosted me to where I am now; applying to become a BMD member.
AVAILABILITY:
I am usually active during my days off, however when I am at work, they are scheduled as twelve hour shifts. Despite this, I still show my activity within the server when I log on in the evening before I go to bed. Mainly to check up on those I have not spoken to, or to interact more with those I wanted to learn more about. Despite this, I would give my score of activity around a 8.5 to a 9 out of ten.
Below are screenshots of my playtime accumulating to approximately 27 weeks on SRP, alongside a screenshot of my work schedule.
(If work desires any overtime from myself, I will let the crime lead be aware of it.)
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
riley.1006 is the Discord tag that I currently use.
And yes, I do have a working microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I am located inside of Canada, West side with the Mountain Standard Time time zone. (MST)
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
The Black Market is one of those greater things inside of the crime community, a concept that allows those to get weapons based on their standings inside of the world of crime, and to gain the respect they desire. I always saw what the black market was able to do, and the people inside of the community. And I feel that I want to be a bigger part of the contribution towards what we are able to do for the crime on SRP.
KNOWING THE PEOPLE:
One of the main considerations before joining a faction is the understanding of who you will be talking to, and who you will be meeting during your stay in your desired faction. For me, this is one of the biggest reasons for me in deciding if the faction is something I truly want to be a part of. Friendships are the best thing that can come out of something. Alongside that, a bonding connection to those you interact with is something that I always see highly. If you cannot get along inside of the faction you are deciding to be a part of, there is no other main reason to join besides your personal desires. I want to be able to get into voice calls with people, and to get together with people in character to discuss the future of what we want for the crime world, and to understand what we should be doing for events to keep people engaged.
EVENTS:
Despite not being involved with any event teams, I always did love the concept of making an idea towards an event, and to have it executed to allow more roleplay within the community. One main example I could have was when Black Dragons got their verified status back in 2024. Where a majority of us were pretending to have a clue of what we were doing with the plumbing in the town, while people dug underneath the news station to gather what they desired. Or the event with Manhanto and 9Stars going at it to see who would come out on top. Events like these keep people engaged, even those who are unfamiliar with the gang/crime roleplay scene see these events and want to give the genre a try. With more crime focused events, I would love to be a part of big projects to keep new and older roleplayers engaged with what is in store for them.
ROLEPLAY INTERACTIONS, LORE, AND MORE:
Roleplay is what makes up this entire server, and the genres that connect it all together is something that players really love to do. Because of this, and from what you will see throughout this application, I am a very talkative person who enjoys going around interacting with people, even if I do not know the person. Roleplay is something I specialize in, making sure that everyone is on the same page of executed plans, and to enjoy the roleplay they are experiencing. I am a man with a bunch of backed up ideas, ideas that make you want to blow your socks off if you give me a few seconds to think about them of course! Regardless, my interactions are not minimal, nothing just involving the crews that I am acquainted with, however with other crews and solo-crime roleplayers that want to get in on some of the action. Not all roleplay has to end in fights, and my position towards the Karakura Black Market is not to have this whole town go into anarchy. Instead, it is to showcase what you can do into the community, make it all public, and to not shy away from what your fears are telling you to do.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
No matter what application I was typing, these types of questions always caught me off guard. They always make me genuinely sit down to actually think about who I am, and how I am standing out compared to other people. Despite what people tell me, I know the ways of what makes me stand out compared to other applicants:
SOCIAL SKILLS:
No matter the roleplay, no matter the time. As stated earlier, I am an extremely talkative person, maybe I talk a little… Too much! However, that is never a bad thing in my books. I always love reaching out to people about their personal input about what they believe we should be doing, and to collaborate with them to execute the idea we had on our hands. I know for certainty, I am able to connect to ideas rather quickly, understanding what people are referring to towards their ideas. Which to me is a great character trait to have for something such as BMD. Not just within those in the faction, but to get input from crime associates and gang roleplayers too. I always hear from different perspectives, never taking one idea and operating the train to personal desires. There has never been a time where I pushed an idea away because it was deemed as ‘stupid’ to some, however I always did my best to talk it through, and to understand what we may be doing for the future of crime.
WHAT’S GONNA WORK? TEAMWORK!
Teamwork is always a concept that I strive to be successful in, to me it is the key important part of any job or faction that you decide to do. No matter if it comes from the real world, or if it was a gang, or faction you are playing a role on in a server. Regardless, I had a lot of experiences with the idea of teamwork, experiencing a good amount of it in my personal life with my current job. However, despite how much I would ramble here about it, I will hold off until we get to the question ‘What previous experience do you have in working with a team?’
LEADERSHIP CAPABILITIES:
Although not fully leading crews for more than a few months, I have been shown to have the capabilities in leading with trust and understanding. Allowing myself to get more insight of what those in the Higher Rankings of Gangs and Crime get to experience. No matter if it was a verified or an amateur gang, I always strived to be the best I could, and that work always did pay off. I feel that my role within the black market would consist of helping those who look up to the greats grow to where I would be. Or to try their best to show what they are able to do. I have always been understanding, never one to jump to conclusions, and I feel that is what makes me a good fit to be a member, and what separates me from the rest of the applicants.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
Teamwork makes the dream work. Maybe that is why that movie studio is doing such a successful job with their work. However, in the context of that in SRP, I can say with confidence that my teamworking skills showcased a variety of different skills and traits towards making an idea come to life:
FACTION WORK:
Despite being a part of the Faculty faction for a good amount of time, around three-quarters of a year, I am able to say that it has taught me a lot about how to communicate and how to talk to one another like a team. I am now able to say that I can communicate with other people within the team to make sure that a concept, or idea, is discussed and executed with the help of those involved. Moreover with the concept of event planning, and contribution within the event; from my involvement with faculty and student council.
GANG/CRIME ROLEPLAY:
During my activity since 2023, the crime world has given me an opportunity to give me a sort of reputation within the community, allowing me to grow further into the person that I am today. This made me realize what passion I truly had with the faction, and to never underestimate myself with what I have to say. Only being in the crime genre for the three years I was here, I had been shown to be capable of being a Higher-Up/Leadership ranking member, and sometimes a lead of a gang for a period of time, to be able to do what I am able to do within a situation. I never saw those who were below me as nothing, rather I always heard what needed to be talked about, and understood and communicated with those who had concerns, along with the concept of teamwork to get further events with a variety of gangs on the go.
MY OUT OF CHARACTER EXPERIENCES:
Working a welding type of job gets you realizing something, you need to be on deck for any form of communication with the task you have at hand if you want to make sure it is done correctly; and to make sure no one gets hurt. The motto was always to be in the same condition you were in before work, and in a sense, it can come into this faction as well. I would never want to leave a faction I felt so passionate about with a loose, yet poor closing to the chapter. I would always want to be someone that people are able to talk to no matter the circumstances, which leads to what the motto states. Regardless, I believe that if you want teamwork done right, speaking your opinion, or interjecting if something does not seem right, is better than staying silent.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
For this section, I would like to start by saying that I will be separating this topic into two different segments. One for the ideas that I would want for the faction as a whole, involving the Discord, and the in character concepts. But alongside that, to also have an event idea that would give great interactions with those who are willing to sit around to spectate it.
FACTION RECOMMENDATIONS:
|| INTRODUCTION TOWARDS CUSTOM ORDERS ||
Now, with that title you may be thinking of the idea that we should be ordering customs the way that we have been for the longest time now. And no, that is not what I am referring to. Rather the concept that if a player did choose so, they could reach out to the crime lead/BMD officials to see if their custom item can be part of the BMD loot pool. For example, let me use the concept of one of my customs for this:
Custom Name: CHANNEL 0
- A ballistic mask designed to negate one hitpoint of damage once hit on the front of the ballistic mask, unable to be mugged from a player who is conscious, however can be taken off upon the knock out.
The ballistic mask is one that a lot of people have seen, but really wanted to grab. However, there are cons to this, especially with the user that owns the copy not being able to get online to actively get the custom, and the wait for the custom once it is ordered. However what if we make it part of the loot pool.
Of course, I am unsure how exactly the Black Market weapons compared to a player’s custom weapons work, and if there are certain things that need to be done in order for this concept to work. However, a player would be able to give their custom out to be part of the weapons the Black Market can sell, there would be rulings to how this can be done however.
1. You may still make a purchase of your custom weapon whenever you want from the Black Market, you would order it the same way through the “Custom Weapon Orders” forum channel within the Discord.
2. The custom that you decide to put in cannot be bought from you if you are getting the item for a friend.
3. The custom you place in is only obtainable to other people willing to purchase it if they are part of the rankings.
(For example, if CHANNEL 0 was placed into the BMD lootpool, the owner of the custom (me) would still be able to get it from the usual custom order channel. However if someone such as DarkEclipic wanted to get this same copy, they would need to be in a Street Gang in order to make that purchase.)
4. The prices do not fluctuate, orders will stay at a consistent 165,000 yen overall.
5. If rules are caught being broken you may have a risk of your custom being removed from the Black Market loot pool.
6. The Owner of the custom may reach out to the Crime Lead if they want their custom item removed from the Black Market Loot pool
I feel that this type of opportunity would be great to those players like myself to put out custom items that we love seeing people wear. Of course all of this is optional to do, and is completely up to the player at the end of the day. I know players like myself would love to see the custom items that I ordered, that came to life with the help of the modeler, be out in the crime scene more than I see them usually.
|| MORE CRIME BUSINESSES ||
This one may be a little difficult to get a hold of, considering that there is already a good amount of channels in the Crime Discord that showcases concepts other than the GangRP that people tend to slide to. For instance, we have Fight Club, we have Prowlers, and we have Karakura Autos. However, what if we had some more factions within the Black Market. This, of course, could be more so due to the lack of BMD members, hence why we are unable to have more factions, however with the new wave of players coming into the BMD, we could have each of them run a faction if they so desire. Here are some concepts that would be great for this!‘BANDS’
riley.1006 is the Discord tag that I currently use.
And yes, I do have a working microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I am located inside of Canada, West side with the Mountain Standard Time time zone. (MST)
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
The Black Market is one of those greater things inside of the crime community, a concept that allows those to get weapons based on their standings inside of the world of crime, and to gain the respect they desire. I always saw what the black market was able to do, and the people inside of the community. And I feel that I want to be a bigger part of the contribution towards what we are able to do for the crime on SRP.
KNOWING THE PEOPLE:
One of the main considerations before joining a faction is the understanding of who you will be talking to, and who you will be meeting during your stay in your desired faction. For me, this is one of the biggest reasons for me in deciding if the faction is something I truly want to be a part of. Friendships are the best thing that can come out of something. Alongside that, a bonding connection to those you interact with is something that I always see highly. If you cannot get along inside of the faction you are deciding to be a part of, there is no other main reason to join besides your personal desires. I want to be able to get into voice calls with people, and to get together with people in character to discuss the future of what we want for the crime world, and to understand what we should be doing for events to keep people engaged.
EVENTS:
Despite not being involved with any event teams, I always did love the concept of making an idea towards an event, and to have it executed to allow more roleplay within the community. One main example I could have was when Black Dragons got their verified status back in 2024. Where a majority of us were pretending to have a clue of what we were doing with the plumbing in the town, while people dug underneath the news station to gather what they desired. Or the event with Manhanto and 9Stars going at it to see who would come out on top. Events like these keep people engaged, even those who are unfamiliar with the gang/crime roleplay scene see these events and want to give the genre a try. With more crime focused events, I would love to be a part of big projects to keep new and older roleplayers engaged with what is in store for them.
ROLEPLAY INTERACTIONS, LORE, AND MORE:
Roleplay is what makes up this entire server, and the genres that connect it all together is something that players really love to do. Because of this, and from what you will see throughout this application, I am a very talkative person who enjoys going around interacting with people, even if I do not know the person. Roleplay is something I specialize in, making sure that everyone is on the same page of executed plans, and to enjoy the roleplay they are experiencing. I am a man with a bunch of backed up ideas, ideas that make you want to blow your socks off if you give me a few seconds to think about them of course! Regardless, my interactions are not minimal, nothing just involving the crews that I am acquainted with, however with other crews and solo-crime roleplayers that want to get in on some of the action. Not all roleplay has to end in fights, and my position towards the Karakura Black Market is not to have this whole town go into anarchy. Instead, it is to showcase what you can do into the community, make it all public, and to not shy away from what your fears are telling you to do.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
No matter what application I was typing, these types of questions always caught me off guard. They always make me genuinely sit down to actually think about who I am, and how I am standing out compared to other people. Despite what people tell me, I know the ways of what makes me stand out compared to other applicants:
SOCIAL SKILLS:
No matter the roleplay, no matter the time. As stated earlier, I am an extremely talkative person, maybe I talk a little… Too much! However, that is never a bad thing in my books. I always love reaching out to people about their personal input about what they believe we should be doing, and to collaborate with them to execute the idea we had on our hands. I know for certainty, I am able to connect to ideas rather quickly, understanding what people are referring to towards their ideas. Which to me is a great character trait to have for something such as BMD. Not just within those in the faction, but to get input from crime associates and gang roleplayers too. I always hear from different perspectives, never taking one idea and operating the train to personal desires. There has never been a time where I pushed an idea away because it was deemed as ‘stupid’ to some, however I always did my best to talk it through, and to understand what we may be doing for the future of crime.
WHAT’S GONNA WORK? TEAMWORK!
Teamwork is always a concept that I strive to be successful in, to me it is the key important part of any job or faction that you decide to do. No matter if it comes from the real world, or if it was a gang, or faction you are playing a role on in a server. Regardless, I had a lot of experiences with the idea of teamwork, experiencing a good amount of it in my personal life with my current job. However, despite how much I would ramble here about it, I will hold off until we get to the question ‘What previous experience do you have in working with a team?’
LEADERSHIP CAPABILITIES:
Although not fully leading crews for more than a few months, I have been shown to have the capabilities in leading with trust and understanding. Allowing myself to get more insight of what those in the Higher Rankings of Gangs and Crime get to experience. No matter if it was a verified or an amateur gang, I always strived to be the best I could, and that work always did pay off. I feel that my role within the black market would consist of helping those who look up to the greats grow to where I would be. Or to try their best to show what they are able to do. I have always been understanding, never one to jump to conclusions, and I feel that is what makes me a good fit to be a member, and what separates me from the rest of the applicants.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
Teamwork makes the dream work. Maybe that is why that movie studio is doing such a successful job with their work. However, in the context of that in SRP, I can say with confidence that my teamworking skills showcased a variety of different skills and traits towards making an idea come to life:
FACTION WORK:
Despite being a part of the Faculty faction for a good amount of time, around three-quarters of a year, I am able to say that it has taught me a lot about how to communicate and how to talk to one another like a team. I am now able to say that I can communicate with other people within the team to make sure that a concept, or idea, is discussed and executed with the help of those involved. Moreover with the concept of event planning, and contribution within the event; from my involvement with faculty and student council.
GANG/CRIME ROLEPLAY:
During my activity since 2023, the crime world has given me an opportunity to give me a sort of reputation within the community, allowing me to grow further into the person that I am today. This made me realize what passion I truly had with the faction, and to never underestimate myself with what I have to say. Only being in the crime genre for the three years I was here, I had been shown to be capable of being a Higher-Up/Leadership ranking member, and sometimes a lead of a gang for a period of time, to be able to do what I am able to do within a situation. I never saw those who were below me as nothing, rather I always heard what needed to be talked about, and understood and communicated with those who had concerns, along with the concept of teamwork to get further events with a variety of gangs on the go.
MY OUT OF CHARACTER EXPERIENCES:
Working a welding type of job gets you realizing something, you need to be on deck for any form of communication with the task you have at hand if you want to make sure it is done correctly; and to make sure no one gets hurt. The motto was always to be in the same condition you were in before work, and in a sense, it can come into this faction as well. I would never want to leave a faction I felt so passionate about with a loose, yet poor closing to the chapter. I would always want to be someone that people are able to talk to no matter the circumstances, which leads to what the motto states. Regardless, I believe that if you want teamwork done right, speaking your opinion, or interjecting if something does not seem right, is better than staying silent.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
For this section, I would like to start by saying that I will be separating this topic into two different segments. One for the ideas that I would want for the faction as a whole, involving the Discord, and the in character concepts. But alongside that, to also have an event idea that would give great interactions with those who are willing to sit around to spectate it.
FACTION RECOMMENDATIONS:
|| INTRODUCTION TOWARDS CUSTOM ORDERS ||
Now, with that title you may be thinking of the idea that we should be ordering customs the way that we have been for the longest time now. And no, that is not what I am referring to. Rather the concept that if a player did choose so, they could reach out to the crime lead/BMD officials to see if their custom item can be part of the BMD loot pool. For example, let me use the concept of one of my customs for this:
Custom Name: CHANNEL 0
- A ballistic mask designed to negate one hitpoint of damage once hit on the front of the ballistic mask, unable to be mugged from a player who is conscious, however can be taken off upon the knock out.
The ballistic mask is one that a lot of people have seen, but really wanted to grab. However, there are cons to this, especially with the user that owns the copy not being able to get online to actively get the custom, and the wait for the custom once it is ordered. However what if we make it part of the loot pool.
Of course, I am unsure how exactly the Black Market weapons compared to a player’s custom weapons work, and if there are certain things that need to be done in order for this concept to work. However, a player would be able to give their custom out to be part of the weapons the Black Market can sell, there would be rulings to how this can be done however.
1. You may still make a purchase of your custom weapon whenever you want from the Black Market, you would order it the same way through the “Custom Weapon Orders” forum channel within the Discord.
2. The custom that you decide to put in cannot be bought from you if you are getting the item for a friend.
3. The custom you place in is only obtainable to other people willing to purchase it if they are part of the rankings.
(For example, if CHANNEL 0 was placed into the BMD lootpool, the owner of the custom (me) would still be able to get it from the usual custom order channel. However if someone such as DarkEclipic wanted to get this same copy, they would need to be in a Street Gang in order to make that purchase.)
4. The prices do not fluctuate, orders will stay at a consistent 165,000 yen overall.
5. If rules are caught being broken you may have a risk of your custom being removed from the Black Market loot pool.
6. The Owner of the custom may reach out to the Crime Lead if they want their custom item removed from the Black Market Loot pool
I feel that this type of opportunity would be great to those players like myself to put out custom items that we love seeing people wear. Of course all of this is optional to do, and is completely up to the player at the end of the day. I know players like myself would love to see the custom items that I ordered, that came to life with the help of the modeler, be out in the crime scene more than I see them usually.
|| MORE CRIME BUSINESSES ||
This one may be a little difficult to get a hold of, considering that there is already a good amount of channels in the Crime Discord that showcases concepts other than the GangRP that people tend to slide to. For instance, we have Fight Club, we have Prowlers, and we have Karakura Autos. However, what if we had some more factions within the Black Market. This, of course, could be more so due to the lack of BMD members, hence why we are unable to have more factions, however with the new wave of players coming into the BMD, we could have each of them run a faction if they so desire. Here are some concepts that would be great for this!‘BANDS’
This is something I am going to touch up within the event section of the application, however I will go briefly about this concept that I have here. Bands would be similar to how real pop stars went from the trenches, to rising up to be a popular figure in a town or country. ‘Bands’ could be a group of people with musical preferences towards what instrument they would like to play, and to have a spot to perform live concerts to those inside of Karakura. Of course there would be some side roles instead of an entire band of people. There would be roles, similar to how Fight Club is, where there are Bartenders, Security Guards, and maybe even spies to ensure that
the concert and the name is going out there in public, and to shy away from KPD interactions. This group would be similar to how older gangs advertised their crews, walking in band attire with their masks on. Waving flags around town to advertise their band, posting times on when their next hosting is, and maybe get some of the help from the rest of the BMDs and event/staff team members to make this reality come to life.
‘BUSINESS OFFICIALS’
This concept is similar to how certain gangs have a ‘business class’ division within their crews. One to primarily cash in the money that they earn. This concept can come from a variety of factors, collecting the debt from those who need to own up to it, usually needing assistance from someone apart from PROWLERS. However, these people love to party and be loud as well, any chance to host some sort of party, with games and beverages of course, they would take up. Of course, these types of things may need to be worked around due to Minecraft's rules, and to meet the expectations of SRP’s rules, however it would serve as a roleplay positive environment to help provide the money towards the Black Market, and to continue to serve the community with future events.
EVENT IDEA:
Now back to the band idea, even if a ‘band’ was not classed as its own type of faction within the Black Market, that does not mean that it is to be thrown out completely! I would love to have an event that has crime groups and gangs to gather together to have some kind of band-battle. Not a whole fight, but one to show the musical performances between both crews, possibly to earn the respect from the Black Market, and to award those who do good in these types of altercations. Similar to how street-rap is inside of criminal organizations in the real world, these could take place in any underground location, or even be in the center of attention in locations such as the Beach, Parlor, or anywhere the mind could think of - within reason of course.
At this time, I do not have a whole definitive concept of how an event like this would go, however, I am sure this type of roleplay would be great to new and older crime roleplayers within the community, and to hopefully shape crime into something more that just physical altercations.
This concept is similar to how certain gangs have a ‘business class’ division within their crews. One to primarily cash in the money that they earn. This concept can come from a variety of factors, collecting the debt from those who need to own up to it, usually needing assistance from someone apart from PROWLERS. However, these people love to party and be loud as well, any chance to host some sort of party, with games and beverages of course, they would take up. Of course, these types of things may need to be worked around due to Minecraft's rules, and to meet the expectations of SRP’s rules, however it would serve as a roleplay positive environment to help provide the money towards the Black Market, and to continue to serve the community with future events.
EVENT IDEA:
Now back to the band idea, even if a ‘band’ was not classed as its own type of faction within the Black Market, that does not mean that it is to be thrown out completely! I would love to have an event that has crime groups and gangs to gather together to have some kind of band-battle. Not a whole fight, but one to show the musical performances between both crews, possibly to earn the respect from the Black Market, and to award those who do good in these types of altercations. Similar to how street-rap is inside of criminal organizations in the real world, these could take place in any underground location, or even be in the center of attention in locations such as the Beach, Parlor, or anywhere the mind could think of - within reason of course.
At this time, I do not have a whole definitive concept of how an event like this would go, however, I am sure this type of roleplay would be great to new and older crime roleplayers within the community, and to hopefully shape crime into something more that just physical altercations.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Upon further rule examination, alongside experiences with gang and crime roleplay involving weapons, combat, permissions, and SRP’S TOS. I can safely say I am familiar with all of the rulings that I must abide by.
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?
I understand that if I decided to leave the Black Market faction, the lead will have the Kill Permissions on my character. Of course, assuming they have a proper motive to do so.
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 aware that if my character(s) were killed or permanently arrested, I would be removed from the Black Market faction.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Silent like a mouse, I vow that I will not say anything regarding plans or potential additions to the Black Market to those who are not Black Market Dealers themselves. Stays with our circle, and I do expect that to be the same for me.
Upon further rule examination, alongside experiences with gang and crime roleplay involving weapons, combat, permissions, and SRP’S TOS. I can safely say I am familiar with all of the rulings that I must abide by.
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?
I understand that if I decided to leave the Black Market faction, the lead will have the Kill Permissions on my character. Of course, assuming they have a proper motive to do so.
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 aware that if my character(s) were killed or permanently arrested, I would be removed from the Black Market faction.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Silent like a mouse, I vow that I will not say anything regarding plans or potential additions to the Black Market to those who are not Black Market Dealers themselves. Stays with our circle, and I do expect that to be the same for me.
In-Character (IC) Section
'The Jade, The Marigold, The Reaper. Together, We Will Form An Empire.'
'The Jade, The Marigold, The Reaper. Together, We Will Form An Empire.'
Full Legal Name:
[!] Getting comfortable, leaning over the table to give the leader of the Black Market a firm handshake, looking to his left, and then to his right to see the other remaining Black Market Dealers. With a firm nod, the male gave the sign that he was going to introduce himself. [!]
“Good afternoon BMD, my name is Azai Kyouketsu. I am grateful to be here, at least, with you three and those who live rent free in my head.”
[!] He said this like it was a normal interaction, something to normalize bringing up on his behalf. However, it was something that he would bring up in another point within the interview. [!]
Criminal Alias:
[!] As the sewers washed their wasted water around the linear path outside of the main office. The rats and mice squeaking and scattering in a haste fashion, Azai would firmly put pressure on his forearms, leaning his body up a bit onto the table. Eying each of the user’s masks with his two, piercing hazel eyes. [!]
“I go by quite a few on that Ikigai webpage. You may have seen some of them passed around like a pigskin football on Thanksgiving. However, the aliases are Channel Ø, Azravax, Hollow Eyes, and Radio. At least then you will know which one I am whenever I am talking on that page.”
[!] Regardless of his answer, he jotted down on a piece of paper with his red inked pen, a quick sketch of each letter in his alias. With a firm smile, he turned the page back to them revealing the one he would use as his BMD tag. [!]
“Use AZRAVAX, that is what I want to be referred to. No ‘L’ because father always told me I would grow to be something big. I guess he thought right, however he did not ever expect me to be at this table talking with the greats of crime.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
“Well, for starters I will state that I did make it past high school, that is for sure.”
[!] Azravax would reveal a piece of paper that he packed in a folder. Presenting it to them, this would not matter to the outcome of the interview, however he still wanted to express it as something. [!]
“However, I did drop out of College to, well, focus on the future of what crime world we could all be running in. But, I am a twenty-one year old male. Not attending school, so that means I can have spare time throughout my day to come up with plans while the kids are asleep or in classes.”
Gender & Marital Status:
[!] Despite finally getting comfortable with his personal life, and finally having the once in a lifetime opportunity in front of him to explain why he should be a member of the Black Market. The question of his Marital Status went to a little silent turn for Azravax. His lips would part, before speaking out loud to who he is. [!]
“Well, I was always known as a male since birth, so we will rock with that boat. For the Marital Status however.”
[!] The male would reveal his ring to those around, the lighting beaming down right onto the ring of silver. Before putting his hand back, Azravax would place a glove firmly over his hands to ensure that no distractions were to be created. [!]
“I am recently a newly married man, her name? Serena Kamei Kyouketsu. A name I am sure those here have heard of, regardless she was a very big influence to why I wanted to get into the scene of crime in the first place. Of course, if we disregard my already existing desire back when I was younger.”
Ethnicity & Race:
[!] Gave a gentle cough to clear his throat. The talk about his married partner had really made him consider each and every future question that the officials may ask him. Regardless of what he was told, he would part his lips to give another firm response. [!]
“Born and raised most of my life in a city named Toronto. Located in Ontario, Canada. I come from Russian origins as well. My father’s side of the family was all Russian, and besides that, my mother’s side was born and raised in British Columbia. So, I am a mix of Russian and Canadian. However I am a caucasian male to go alongside that.”
[!] If not apparent enough, he did not seem to be a religious type of individual either. The tattoos of all forms of corruption kind of focused away from the religious intent that the male has in his life. [!]
Known Languages:
[!] Thought for a moment, well, what languages did this man know? He went along with the languages that he already had on the tip of his tongue. [!]
“Well, I do speak fluent Japanese, considering my time here in Karakura, I would assume that my Japanese was not a broken record. However, I do also speak firmly with Russian as well. Despite that, I also did know German and Korean. However, those languages were prevalent when I was way younger. So, if required, I will re-study them… OH I also used to understand fluent English as well. However, that has been stripped a long, long time ago from me.”
Former Associations/Occupations:
“Within my time in town specifically. I did join several criminal gangs to ensure that I was actively doing something during my stay here in Karakura. I will provide a list here and go over what crews and associations I have been a part of.”
[!] Azravax would slide over a piece of paper to the group, showcasing a chart of what gangs he was a part of, currently partaking in, along with the criminal organizations he was a part of. Coincidentally, two out of the three already knew the man by alias. [!]
Former Associations || Man’en. Manhanto.
Current Association || Hanazono Clan - If I have to leave this crew, I will not be hesitant on it.
Occupations || Karakura Autos Mechanic // Prowlers Trainee.
Highest Level of Education:
[!] Azravax thought for only a brief moment, did they not recently ask this question. No, they asked about his age and his occupation. Well, he did not have any type of job, nor was he in school anymore. Regardless, he still answered the question as if it was not hinted to prior. [!]
“The highest form of education I had was a College Master. After I took that, I realized that I was unable to actually continue what I wanted to go for. So, I decided that it was just right for me to depart and to solely focus on the world of crime as a whole.”
[!] Direct, yet a truthful answer. Regardless, he made sure to adjust himself. Stretching in his seat to ensure that his muscles were all situated. It would suck if he tried to get up, just for him to sit back down in pain. [!]
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
“Well, in short. I do have diagnosed Schizophrenia.Whenever I am in a situation where I am in dire need to actually think, that is when voices of dead relatives pop into my head to guide me into whatever decision they want. An auditory hallucination, but sometimes. It feels like I can see them from the corner of my cornea. Regardless, it does freak me out sometimes. Who knows if I am really stabbing someone real, or one of the apparitions my brain has thought of.”
[!] Azravax did try to laugh it off at first, but this was not something he deemed as an extreme case. Something more mediocre. However, something that has deemed so impactful to his everyday life that he had to deal with it. Or avoid being within quiet, condensed spaces as best he could. Thankfully to him, interactions were the best source of comfort. [!]
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
[!] The male genuinely had to think about who he was related to. Not to say that he was some type of man-whore running around Karakura. However he did depart from fractions of families. Despite this, none of them want any form or further communication with Azravax. [!]
“If you disregard the wife, and our future child. No, I do not have any other known family members. At least, besides the two that keep screaming in my head. But other than that, no. But, I am sure I gave you the wife’s name, no? Serena Kamei Kyouketsu? Besides that, I am sure you have seen her as a fighter within the Fight Club anyways.”
[!] He cut himself off as soon as a sentence was done, he did not want to continue talking about his wife. No shame to her whatsoever! She was fantastic. However he knew that if he went onto the topic of his wife one more time, he would fall into a pit of rambling about their romances in the forest. [!]
[!] Getting comfortable, leaning over the table to give the leader of the Black Market a firm handshake, looking to his left, and then to his right to see the other remaining Black Market Dealers. With a firm nod, the male gave the sign that he was going to introduce himself. [!]
“Good afternoon BMD, my name is Azai Kyouketsu. I am grateful to be here, at least, with you three and those who live rent free in my head.”
[!] He said this like it was a normal interaction, something to normalize bringing up on his behalf. However, it was something that he would bring up in another point within the interview. [!]
Criminal Alias:
[!] As the sewers washed their wasted water around the linear path outside of the main office. The rats and mice squeaking and scattering in a haste fashion, Azai would firmly put pressure on his forearms, leaning his body up a bit onto the table. Eying each of the user’s masks with his two, piercing hazel eyes. [!]
“I go by quite a few on that Ikigai webpage. You may have seen some of them passed around like a pigskin football on Thanksgiving. However, the aliases are Channel Ø, Azravax, Hollow Eyes, and Radio. At least then you will know which one I am whenever I am talking on that page.”
[!] Regardless of his answer, he jotted down on a piece of paper with his red inked pen, a quick sketch of each letter in his alias. With a firm smile, he turned the page back to them revealing the one he would use as his BMD tag. [!]
“Use AZRAVAX, that is what I want to be referred to. No ‘L’ because father always told me I would grow to be something big. I guess he thought right, however he did not ever expect me to be at this table talking with the greats of crime.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
“Well, for starters I will state that I did make it past high school, that is for sure.”
[!] Azravax would reveal a piece of paper that he packed in a folder. Presenting it to them, this would not matter to the outcome of the interview, however he still wanted to express it as something. [!]
“However, I did drop out of College to, well, focus on the future of what crime world we could all be running in. But, I am a twenty-one year old male. Not attending school, so that means I can have spare time throughout my day to come up with plans while the kids are asleep or in classes.”
Gender & Marital Status:
[!] Despite finally getting comfortable with his personal life, and finally having the once in a lifetime opportunity in front of him to explain why he should be a member of the Black Market. The question of his Marital Status went to a little silent turn for Azravax. His lips would part, before speaking out loud to who he is. [!]
“Well, I was always known as a male since birth, so we will rock with that boat. For the Marital Status however.”
[!] The male would reveal his ring to those around, the lighting beaming down right onto the ring of silver. Before putting his hand back, Azravax would place a glove firmly over his hands to ensure that no distractions were to be created. [!]
“I am recently a newly married man, her name? Serena Kamei Kyouketsu. A name I am sure those here have heard of, regardless she was a very big influence to why I wanted to get into the scene of crime in the first place. Of course, if we disregard my already existing desire back when I was younger.”
Ethnicity & Race:
[!] Gave a gentle cough to clear his throat. The talk about his married partner had really made him consider each and every future question that the officials may ask him. Regardless of what he was told, he would part his lips to give another firm response. [!]
“Born and raised most of my life in a city named Toronto. Located in Ontario, Canada. I come from Russian origins as well. My father’s side of the family was all Russian, and besides that, my mother’s side was born and raised in British Columbia. So, I am a mix of Russian and Canadian. However I am a caucasian male to go alongside that.”
[!] If not apparent enough, he did not seem to be a religious type of individual either. The tattoos of all forms of corruption kind of focused away from the religious intent that the male has in his life. [!]
Known Languages:
[!] Thought for a moment, well, what languages did this man know? He went along with the languages that he already had on the tip of his tongue. [!]
“Well, I do speak fluent Japanese, considering my time here in Karakura, I would assume that my Japanese was not a broken record. However, I do also speak firmly with Russian as well. Despite that, I also did know German and Korean. However, those languages were prevalent when I was way younger. So, if required, I will re-study them… OH I also used to understand fluent English as well. However, that has been stripped a long, long time ago from me.”
Former Associations/Occupations:
“Within my time in town specifically. I did join several criminal gangs to ensure that I was actively doing something during my stay here in Karakura. I will provide a list here and go over what crews and associations I have been a part of.”
[!] Azravax would slide over a piece of paper to the group, showcasing a chart of what gangs he was a part of, currently partaking in, along with the criminal organizations he was a part of. Coincidentally, two out of the three already knew the man by alias. [!]
Former Associations || Man’en. Manhanto.
Current Association || Hanazono Clan - If I have to leave this crew, I will not be hesitant on it.
Occupations || Karakura Autos Mechanic // Prowlers Trainee.
Highest Level of Education:
[!] Azravax thought for only a brief moment, did they not recently ask this question. No, they asked about his age and his occupation. Well, he did not have any type of job, nor was he in school anymore. Regardless, he still answered the question as if it was not hinted to prior. [!]
“The highest form of education I had was a College Master. After I took that, I realized that I was unable to actually continue what I wanted to go for. So, I decided that it was just right for me to depart and to solely focus on the world of crime as a whole.”
[!] Direct, yet a truthful answer. Regardless, he made sure to adjust himself. Stretching in his seat to ensure that his muscles were all situated. It would suck if he tried to get up, just for him to sit back down in pain. [!]
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
“Well, in short. I do have diagnosed Schizophrenia.Whenever I am in a situation where I am in dire need to actually think, that is when voices of dead relatives pop into my head to guide me into whatever decision they want. An auditory hallucination, but sometimes. It feels like I can see them from the corner of my cornea. Regardless, it does freak me out sometimes. Who knows if I am really stabbing someone real, or one of the apparitions my brain has thought of.”
[!] Azravax did try to laugh it off at first, but this was not something he deemed as an extreme case. Something more mediocre. However, something that has deemed so impactful to his everyday life that he had to deal with it. Or avoid being within quiet, condensed spaces as best he could. Thankfully to him, interactions were the best source of comfort. [!]
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
[!] The male genuinely had to think about who he was related to. Not to say that he was some type of man-whore running around Karakura. However he did depart from fractions of families. Despite this, none of them want any form or further communication with Azravax. [!]
“If you disregard the wife, and our future child. No, I do not have any other known family members. At least, besides the two that keep screaming in my head. But other than that, no. But, I am sure I gave you the wife’s name, no? Serena Kamei Kyouketsu? Besides that, I am sure you have seen her as a fighter within the Fight Club anyways.”
[!] He cut himself off as soon as a sentence was done, he did not want to continue talking about his wife. No shame to her whatsoever! She was fantastic. However he knew that if he went onto the topic of his wife one more time, he would fall into a pit of rambling about their romances in the forest. [!]
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
[!] Coming up from the darker times from childhood, Azai would stand at a firm 6’- 2” figure, with more of a bulky, yet muscular build. Starting from his head, his hair would be longer than most males. Almost down to shoulder length that he usually puts up to maintain its nature in a band. With a natural brunette root from his hair, his hair would look to be evidently dyed to be mainly black and red. More in a condense layout, he would have his hair alongside bangs that were like a strand pushed to each side of his head. Moving down, you could see that his face has scars all over the place, two directly over each of his eyes, from his eyebrows down to the corner of his lips. Looking like either one of the slashes could have blinded him, he did showcase that he was able to survive from certain situations. Despite the smaller cuts that were not relevant to his features, he also had a nose stud in the shape of a spike, with two piercings above his lips in the ‘Angel Bite’ configuration. He had several piercings in both of his ears, those that you would see a typical, punk-like rockstar wear. [!]
[!] A tattoo with some sort of alias from a prior interaction by the name of ‘Phoenix’ was tattooed on his neck, more red and orange colours with a yellow for the highlights of what light could beam off of it. His chest would be bare from tattoos, however his torso would be a muscular build as stated, a fit, well maintained build that makes you question if he takes anything to support this body type. Regardless of what some may think, their attention usually ends up leaning towards his intricate tattoo designs of gray dragons spiraling up both arms, that of a sleeve like design on each end. [!]
[!] Besides the body figure and tattoos, there is a distinguishable outfit that he usually wears that would identify him from a mile away. A cloak of sorts that seemed to be ripped more over his left shoulder, revealing the dragons aiming to present themselves with fierce gratitude. The outfit would be a red outfit, with gold and gray accents throughout the attire. Alongside the outfit, the male would usually wear a rose within his hair, with a pin escaping the back of his hair, with a wedding ring on his left ring finger. All together, the appearance you would get is that of Azai Kyouketsu, in all of his greatest. [!]
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
[!] Despite his visual appearance taking more of an unfortunate turn, his personality still shines as a main aspect to those who get to know him. He is a public user, mainly going around to introduce himself in the most optimistic way whenever he could. No matter the dark trenches of his past, broken and defenseless, he could safely say that he was right at home with the community. No, not everyone responds to him in that joyful way, regardless Azai always stayed positive out in public. However, isolated and alone, or with a selective group of people, his personality would be completely different, somewhat like a true face behind that of one that appears to be made when you are to play Poker with a good hand. That poker face expression haunts humorous people, whenever conversations emerge, those involved tend to tread lightly while speaking to him. His personality is primarily influenced by those who voice him through the labyrinth of corridors in his brain. Endless cries and whispers puts him in a state of backtracking, just to please what he was told to do. He is not a bi-polar person, however he is easily influenced by those who he is close to, but besides that, he prioritizes his job more than any other concern in his personal life. [!]
[!] Coming up from the darker times from childhood, Azai would stand at a firm 6’- 2” figure, with more of a bulky, yet muscular build. Starting from his head, his hair would be longer than most males. Almost down to shoulder length that he usually puts up to maintain its nature in a band. With a natural brunette root from his hair, his hair would look to be evidently dyed to be mainly black and red. More in a condense layout, he would have his hair alongside bangs that were like a strand pushed to each side of his head. Moving down, you could see that his face has scars all over the place, two directly over each of his eyes, from his eyebrows down to the corner of his lips. Looking like either one of the slashes could have blinded him, he did showcase that he was able to survive from certain situations. Despite the smaller cuts that were not relevant to his features, he also had a nose stud in the shape of a spike, with two piercings above his lips in the ‘Angel Bite’ configuration. He had several piercings in both of his ears, those that you would see a typical, punk-like rockstar wear. [!][!] A tattoo with some sort of alias from a prior interaction by the name of ‘Phoenix’ was tattooed on his neck, more red and orange colours with a yellow for the highlights of what light could beam off of it. His chest would be bare from tattoos, however his torso would be a muscular build as stated, a fit, well maintained build that makes you question if he takes anything to support this body type. Regardless of what some may think, their attention usually ends up leaning towards his intricate tattoo designs of gray dragons spiraling up both arms, that of a sleeve like design on each end. [!]
[!] Besides the body figure and tattoos, there is a distinguishable outfit that he usually wears that would identify him from a mile away. A cloak of sorts that seemed to be ripped more over his left shoulder, revealing the dragons aiming to present themselves with fierce gratitude. The outfit would be a red outfit, with gold and gray accents throughout the attire. Alongside the outfit, the male would usually wear a rose within his hair, with a pin escaping the back of his hair, with a wedding ring on his left ring finger. All together, the appearance you would get is that of Azai Kyouketsu, in all of his greatest. [!]
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
[!] Despite his visual appearance taking more of an unfortunate turn, his personality still shines as a main aspect to those who get to know him. He is a public user, mainly going around to introduce himself in the most optimistic way whenever he could. No matter the dark trenches of his past, broken and defenseless, he could safely say that he was right at home with the community. No, not everyone responds to him in that joyful way, regardless Azai always stayed positive out in public. However, isolated and alone, or with a selective group of people, his personality would be completely different, somewhat like a true face behind that of one that appears to be made when you are to play Poker with a good hand. That poker face expression haunts humorous people, whenever conversations emerge, those involved tend to tread lightly while speaking to him. His personality is primarily influenced by those who voice him through the labyrinth of corridors in his brain. Endless cries and whispers puts him in a state of backtracking, just to please what he was told to do. He is not a bi-polar person, however he is easily influenced by those who he is close to, but besides that, he prioritizes his job more than any other concern in his personal life. [!]
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
[2005, August 13 - The Birth Of A Prospect.]
“Isabella, I would like to introduce you to your brother, say hello to Azai.”
During the colder hours of the night, a bright beam of moonlight shines into the hospital window, a baby so brittle, a star so bright. The joy of smiles and tears escaping those around the individual. Azai Kyouketsu, a name passed down from his father Azail. Not much of a difference in names, I get it, however my father always told me the reason his name was never directly passed down. Mother always tried to hold back a laugh every time he told the story of how he came up with my very name. One to pass through generations as a vengeful powerhouse of a concept. The day I was born, he said to my mother. “This kid will for sure carry on the legacy this family has, one to provide the goods to those in need, hand out money and to work a business designed to help those who are in the slumps in South Toronto. Like mine, his title will carry out the similar letters of the lexicon, however let me just.” He said this phrase the exact same way, taking markers each time like he was playing a game full of charades; I guess closer to a Pictionary in a way. My father has a red marker each time he spelt the name out onto the wall, an A, then a Z, then the second A, an I, and lastly, an L. Firmly taking the marker like he did the pen he wrote my name into for the legal papers showcasing my proof of existence. Putting a slash in between the letter ‘L’. I always asked him why he did this when I got older, and he told me straight up, with zero sense of sugar coating. “We had you to be something, nothing with the ‘L’. You will not be seen as some failure, nor a loser. However, something that will showcase what you are worth in this world. Worthful for those in pitiful scenarios compared to your own.” I always got what he meant since the day he told me, before his own passing. However we will get to that later in our tapes.
“It was the night of 08.13.05.”
August 13, 2005, a day where the little Azai, *cough cough* me, decided to introduce his wonders into the world that he saw. Canada, more specifically Toronto, Ontario. In a hospital that seemed to be in a running down state, like the building was going to catch on something at any given time. It did not help that it was right next to some sort of furnace shop, one that had extreme levels of heat right adjacent to the hospital they had me in. However, I am here today aren’t I? So, clearly that did little to nothing to myself. These stages in my life were the most blissful that anyone could ever ask for. Growing up, it was always my mother, older sister, myself and my own father. Together, we all made up what was left of the ‘Kyouketsu’ family. A name that you may not expect from a Canadian male with Russian origins from your parents. However, some type of talk was done to get my family to where they were at. ‘Azai Kyouketsu, Isabella Kyouketsu.’ My older sister was always someone that I had admired over the years, she was more so a Tomboy to say the least. Easy to connect to, someone I can speak to with any problems of mine if I ever did need a simple conversation, and someone I did not have to smack every time they asked to put makeup onto my own face. Thankfully, that never happened, she always believed in the natural features rather than some mask. A moral that I just have to sit back on to amuse myself with, how ironic.
[2008, November 27: The Third To The Group]
By the time I was only three, my mom had a family back in Quebec that had their first and only child. Thankfully, I was able to meet the son of a gun at the hospital during the time of our visit. The pure green, jade like eyes. The brunette hair in a soft style, gentle freckles along the nose and cheeks, and a birthmark in a small shape of a diamond on the back of his neck. They named him Jaide, with an I, in respect of what my father had. As you can tell, my father had a huge impact on the names of not only my family, however the rest of the bloodline. The joy in all of the people involved made it firm that this was the family we all wanted, the one that showcased what it was like to be loved, to be accepted, and to be those who took time out of their day to help someone on the side of the road in dire need. I remember the trip to the hospital to see my newly born younger cousin, there was a man on the side of the road, walking around with a sign so big, those from the other side of the country would be able to see it in its fullest. “N3ED M0nEY F0R F00D” Sure, the grammar was not the best on the sign, however it was still someone in need. When I saw that sign, I looked right up to my father, almost giving him that puppy-type of look. Whenever he asked me what my deal was, I would always point to what was on my mind. This time, a man looking for money to provide himself, and possibly a family, with food and supplies that he could use to benefit himself. Instead of pushing me off like a dad would, despite the debt that he was in with affiliates I did not know at the time, he handed me a bill, probably worth a lot more now, however a $50 Canadian bill would be enough to cheer this man up, even had my dad messing up my hair proudly. Like I just saved a whole country from some type of meatball attack.
“Wonder Pets, Wonder Pets, We’re On Our Way! To Help A Friend And Save The Day!”
Listen to that, a little Azai clapping along to one of his favourite shows at the time, Wonder Pets. A whole show involving a Guinea-Pig, a Turtle, and a Duck going around and saving people they saw in need of help. Almost like the trio of people that they had now officially. Little me always saw himself as Linny, the Guinea-Pig who was the leader of the group. She usually served as that fearless type of character that had my eyes sparkle every single time she was on screen. Every time myself, Jaide and Isabella decided to play super heroes, we always played the roles of Linny, Tuck and Ming Ming. All three of the Wonder Pets to save trouble inside of the town. The innocence of the mind, that had us saving the day. We gathered together to make lemonade and to serve them to those who were doing actual saving in the world of crime Toronto was facing during the year. We were all too blind to see it, however we made sure to give the world what we wanted, pride and hope for the people in our city.
[2011, September 3: Azai’s First Day Of School]
A day to cherish, the smile on that little kid's face whenever the idea of his first day of school was brought up. The morning chants of “mom” and “dad” in a cheerful tone. Quick out of the bed, slipping out of his own pajamas. Azai was extremely excited to begin his day in a new location. I was always like this, at least, I used to. Until the dread that loomed over the concept of change came about. I remember the day like it was only yesterday, waking up freshly at around 5:30, getting dressed into those smaller, yet neatly sized black silk shorts, alongside white socks with a strip of red up to the ankle. A clean, non-wrinkled Thomas The Tank Engine shirt in a blue, more so that closer to the tone the sky was back home. Once I had everything for that day ready on my own body, I remember specifically asking my mother for Captain Crunch cereal, the captain always gave me the most joyful expression, even my hazel eyes had to give that shine once in a while. Regardless, I remember trying to learn more words while reading the cereal box, alongside playing the little games on the cardboard for any form of entertainment to get on with my morning.
“Mama! Look! This side has a blue hat! This side has a red one!”
Yes Azai, yes younger me. You just experienced your first ever “Spot The Difference.” Maybe that is the reason why I am how I am today. Easily alerted, understanding what situation I may have myself in. That must be it, that must be where my intelligence came into effect. Regardless, I always had that Captain Crunch cereal the same way every time I felt the need to eat that sugary breakfast wake up meal. Cereal first, milk afterwards. I know, this may cause some controversy, however what are you going to do about it? Reach your hands through this tape and kill me in front of the video of a younger me? Anyways, back to my childhood. Mother always was the one in the house, getting Isabella and I ready, alongside being well-fed, passing us our backpacks and lunch bags. We did not have the money for that fancy lunch bag, if I were to have one, it would have been a Spiderman one you would find within Walmart. However, she did her best to make us happy souls. My paper bag had a Spiderman marked with red marker, with the lines in a thin black. My sister had hers inspired by Princess Tiana from The Princess and the Frog. However, our backpacks were the BIG deal. Although she had her little unicorn style bag, I always had my Lightening McQueen backpack. Styles that I do not see much from within Karakura nowadays. With one kiss on the cheek from mother, and a hug goodbye. Her youngest child was finally off for the first day of his schooling. I saw the tears in her eyes, happy tears for that matter, as she waved off to us wishing both Isabella and I well.
“I LOVE YOU MAMA! BYE!”
[!] Despite the happy music playing in the VHS tape, the screen went into a black, soft little sobs escaping the narrator. It seemed this moment of the documentary of his life was a shattering one for Azai. However, a soft whisper escaped his lips, so quiet that the viewer listening to the tape had to rewind when he said his line. [!]
Unfortunately, that was the last time I was ever able to speak to my mother.
[2011, September 10: The Time The World Began To Rot.]
A sad beginning to the weekend that we had planned for, the trip to the water park was canceled, and the time was spent with more grieving than the day they had found her. My sister, five years older than myself, had more of a concept towards what death was about. Honestly, looking back to it, it was more concerning for a girl at the age of eleven to understand the idea of what death was. She had those theories she liked to provoke at the family table. A non-religious soul, disheveled by the weight casted on her due to some misfortune. My mother was always a brave trooper to the family name, despite not being up to what my father has always done for the rest of us. However, she had a sweet job at the daycare nearby our residence. A calm style of daycare, an arch to what looked like a garden, illuminating in an aurora type of colour palette, greens, blues, purples. Similar to what you'd see with the northern lights. Regardless of what job she had, unfortunately on her way to work, some asshole- I mean, semi-driver decided that day was the day to merge onto the road and cut my mother off, causing her to go off course, and into the post placed right where death wanted her. That Saturday was a sad funeral, school was out, yes, however the joy of a family slowly seemed to deteriorate into an abundance of nothing.
[A]: “Dad? Will Mom be alright?”
“I am sure that wherever she is now, she will be happy to know that you will grow into something she would love.”
: “MOM IS DEAD DAD, THERE IS NOTHING TO LEARN FROM THIS BESIDES THE FACT THAT THE ASSHOLE DRIVING THAT TRUCK SHOULD HAVE TAKEN A FAMILY INTO CONSIDERATION…”
As I stated, deteriorating family joy, bursting into nothingness. Isabella was twisted since the day of mother's passing. My connections to her only grew to fade, like that of my own connection to the one who had me in ‘05. Isabella was distant for the upcoming seasons, as the trees began to depart their leaves to the ground below them, and the breeze picked up to a colder scene, soon came Winter. Which for context, Canada has a weird history with how poor the weather can be at deciding what it wants. There was actually a time it snowed during the Summer time. FUCKING SUMMER.
[!] You could hear knocking from the tape, like a little playful knock towards a door made purely out of wood. The floorboards creek, where all you can hear the iconic knocking sequence: !! Knock, Knock, Knock Knock, Knock !! [!]
“Do you wanna build a Snowman?”
Wow, somehow little Azai knew that Frozen knocking sound years before that masterpiece of a movie came out. Probably ironic that it happened, it was one of those charming features of myself at that age.
“GO AWAY AZAI!”
[!] The tape would cut abruptly. Static forming in that freeze frame of Azai at the door. A static shifting all senses of reality the tape had to offer, before presenting the viewer with a black and white still image. Faint eyes, all white. No pupils or an iris. Just the sclera in plain view. Like the user viewing the tape was the one who was responsible for the mishaps that had happened in Azai's childhood life: however, that would appear to be impossible. Unfortunately, the tape would freeze, the one watching the tape would get up to change the tapes, before inserting the next tape; only to figure out what secrets Azai could be hiding with him. [!]
[2014, August 8: Five Days Before The Party.]
Only five days before my birthday, this year was going to be my ninth birthday. Sure, it wasn’t much of a celebratory day, however this day was really special to me. This year, my father thought it would have been nice for me to meet the one, the only spiderman down at the mall. They were doing some sort of charity event down there, little Azai running around with his little party hat on, all excited for what day was going to occur. There was another homeless person on the side of the road down the main street in Toronto, nothing out of the ordinary. However, this time I was the only one that seemed to notice the man. The rugged clothing, the look of someone who has not eaten in days. It ached me, however like father always told me, I decided to give him $30 of my birthday earnings to help his needs. Unfortunately, this was the point where my father decided to pull me aside to have a mediocre talk about what we can and cannot do.
“Look, Azai. You are a kind, beaming soul. However, that is your birthday money. After your mother’s passing, there have not been many bills being paid. I, we have been behind. I hope you can understand that, this needs to be used accordingly..”
Try explaining that to a child who has zero recollection of what the concept was. For that to be interrupted by the sirens of officers nearby. Something was happening, but what? A roadside robbery, four different shapes of men all gathering around a woman with a white purse, with a black feline friend by her sound. The hissing being drained out by the sirens from the car. As I sat back with my lollipop, it came to my understanding that communication needed to be properly formed in order to actually execute a plan. Lick by lick, melt by melt, this was the time that ticked each time my tongue came in contact with the lollipop. What felt like centuries, only turned into twenty minutes of police officers and criminals going back and forth before their arrests.
“HELP, THESE OFFICERS ARE TRYING TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF US, INCLUDING THOSE HERE IN TORONTO. FUCK THE POLICE DEPARTMENT!”
The screams of those who tried robbing the older lady gave me a sense of dread. The screams, the sirens, the hissing. It all came back to me over the moment of time. These policemen were not here to protect and serve like they always tried to say, they were here to specifically separate those who do not listen to what they have to say. For the first time ever, it gave me a sort of.. Emotion. One that wanted to cause some sort of violence to the policemen. However, when your thoughts are in the brain of a nine year old, it is fairly apparent that you will never go through with what you want to go through with. Regardless of what my beliefs were, this was a starting ground for my rebellious stages in life. One that stripped the innocent soul away, to replace it with one we will begin calling; ‘Paw Patrol.’... OKAY DO NOT JUDGE THE NAME, I KNOW YOU ARE SNICKERING AND LAUGHING BEHIND THAT PATHETIC TELEVISION SCREEN AT LITTLE ME FOR CREATING THAT NAME BASED ON A SHOW I WATCHED AT THIS AGE. I WOULD HAVE NAMED IT SOMETHING LIKE ‘CALYRAX’ OR SOME SHIT. BUT GIVE LITTLE ME SOME CREDIT.
[!] The tape cut abruptly. This time, showcasing a static eye glancing around all four corners of the television, flickering back and forth between focuses, as the blinks seemed to be in a rhythm of morse code. You would rewind the tape a few times, before making out that the eyes were different hues of blacks and whites. Giving out a message after the narrator’s cut off. The code would read as follow:
(For context, [J] would be eye one. would be eye two.)
[J]: Come on Azzy, you can do it.
: Do not fuck up the family name, make us proud.
[J]: All you need is one clean stab, you can do that.. Right?
: You always played out like Linny, show us why you are classed as a leader.
With that, the tape would cut to a black, before dispensing out. Allowing you to read what the next tape’s name was before placing it into the slot to allow the next cinematic to play out. [!]
[2018, September 3: The Start of A Bigger Journey.]
[!] As the new tape was placed in, you could hear what could be some sort of screaming, some crying as malicious laughter beamed through the black. Before two of the same eyes came onto the screen, blinking rapidly, darting from side to side. What was with Azravax and these eyes? These had to have been deliberately placed into the tape, surely it was not something accidental, right?
[J]: Azzy, I swear if you do not do it, I will have to force you myself.
: He was the one watching, he saw what you did. Do you not remember your sweet 16th?
Despite what the voices were saying, you could hear a voice. Not morse code anymore. An actual, manly, yet husky voice. One similar to the narrator's voice. [!]
([A] would be used to distinguish Azai/Azravax inside of the tape loge.)
[A]: FUCK OFF. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?
. . .
[J]: Those who stripped the lives of those you loved did not seem to have nearly as much struggle.
: Maybe we need an audience. That usually works.
[A]: I WILL DO AS I-
[!] Just like that, the tape cuts to black, however this time, as soon as you reached your hand to take the tape out, you would hear that husky voice, screaming like he was fighting the urge to do whatever he was trying to do. Catching the viewer off guard, the tape would cut to a bright setting. Toronto, Canada. More specifically, right in front of that high-school that Isabella, now Azai, is going to. [!]
September 3rd, a date that seems to keep popping into my brain. My mother would have loved this day, more specifically seeing her youngest going to school, enjoying the life he was running, along with meeting new friends of his. Despite being thirteen at this point of my life. I remember the group of people I usually associated myself with. “The Red Isopods”. Another weirdly formed name, however it was a title that had those in the school rattling in some sort of unease whenever the name was brought up into conversation. This was around the same time my youngest cousin, Jaide, went to Karakura to spend time with his family. They moved out of this city primarily because of the gang and gun violence that inhabited the area. At least someone was able to get out of there. However, I did not hear much about his life. All I know is what I was doing towards myself, but more so trying to take care of Isabella. 2011 was a year that made life miserable for her. Now being eighteen, she never saw the happiness in the world, much rather announcing what dread she must be having. Her tone completely shifted, her once brunette hair going into some sort of white. The tears she had whenever it was only me and her, vanished in some way. She was isolated, never wanting to actually speak to me; I get it, having a sister can be something else for sure, however some sort of acknowledgement could be nice once in a while.
[!] Once the narrator finished speaking, a familiar phone ring would be heard onto the tape, not too much of a tone, before seeing the name "Natalie Kyouketsu”. The name of Jaide's very mother. As the phone was picked up, all you could hear was the gentle sobs coming from the other end of the line. [!]
[A]: Auntie? What's the matter?
[N]: Jaide.. H-He's…
[A]: He's what, Auntie?
[!] More silence, no longer than a quarter of a minute. Before more sobs, broken tears, and a shaky voice began to speak. It was hard to pick up what was said within the tape, however once you tried to rewind the tape, you would notice those eyes again. However, there were two with the same shade of Blacks and Whites. Hinting they belonged to the same person. Once the eyes blinked their code, you could make out what it was trying to say. [!]
[J]: -.. . .- -..
[!] When taking the translator from your pocket, or just understanding morse code like the best translator in the world. You could pick up what the eyes were saying. Now realizing what colour the eyes belonged to. [!]
[J]: -.. . .- -.. // Translating [Jaide]: D.E.A.D
[2021, August 13: The Dread To Karakura]
It was finally time, Azai’s big sixteenth birthday. Although he would have preferred to stay inside of Toronto for his party, with his friends and what was left with his family. His father wanted to go out of the town, get away from all of the crime that has taken the lives of many he knows. Unfortunately, it appears that he did not hear about Jaide’s death inside of Karakura, however a father always knows best for his family, no? The flight was a longer flight than I have usually taken, one that seemed to have no end no matter what timeloop I may be involved in. I was on the flight with Isabella and my father, heading down to check out Karakura at its finest. My sister appeared to be thrilled with the idea to engulf herself into the culture of Japan, however was still very nervous. She stated before that one of our cousins, Esrah, told her that the scenery in Karakura was breathtaking, however she was told that the world of crime was not apparent enough to cause problems in everyday life. I did not want to believe what she was telling me, however I decided to stay silent, mainly to keep her happy. She was, in fact, one of the only other members of these ‘Wonder Pets’ personas that remained in my life.
[!] The tape would cut out with a horrific face of a man, the eyes darting side to side as soft whispers would be heard from the tape. You could barely hear what was being told, however you could make out what was happening. [!]
[?]: I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU, NOT ANYMORE.
[??] Oh.. Channel 0, you were one of the bests.. It is a shame, you first came to Karakura not too long ago, and look what happened to you. You disobeyed.
[?]: No, please, I!
[??]: You broke the code, you will not repay the damages…
Upon entering Karakura, Isabella went right to talking with Esrah, one of the only bits of family she truly wanted to talk to, disregarding the fact that I was right there. However, I let her do her own thing. Unpacking where father decided to settle into. Despite only just arriving into Karakura, the mood felt off.. Like something was trying to talk some sort of sense into me. Upon looking down at my own two hands. I could only see the trembling nature that was happening. Unable to control a part of myself, however I always felt that stuff like that is not something to worry about. No matter how I felt, this was the life that I must adapt to. The life that mother would have truly wanted, until I took a look at my own father, and for the first time in my life, I could hear what others warned me about.
“No.. I can't.”
[!] The tape would abruptly cut, the silence keeping a sense of dread with the connection you would have with the tape. However, this motivates you to insert the next tape. This one, felt off. It was titled differently from the rest of the tapes. However, disregarding it. You would put the tape in to get another look at Azai’s life. [!]
[XXXX, XXXXXX XX: RESTRICTED]
[!] Upon starting the tape, you would notice that there was not much of a narrator this time around. This time, it would just show a dark room, with a chair that looked to be some sort of interrogation room. The scene was more scarce than the other times, like this was not supposed to be a part of the compilation of tapes that were given to you before. However, this tape would sum up what was happening that day. August 13, 2021. Dark, ambient sounds would be heard coming from the thin hallway, outside of the room. Deep, dark steps following behind the sounds you were unable to pick up on. However, there seemed to be soft screams from the distance, that of a man begging for some sort of help.
[?]: AZAI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
[A]: You are just like the rest of them back home, aren't you? You are responsible for Jaide’s death, AREN'T YOU?
[?]: NO? NO, NO I AM NOT!
[A]: Then tell me why you are so defensive, why you are yelling if you did not do it.
[?]: I AM SCARED THAT IS WHY AZAI. I AM YOUR FATHER.
[A]: No you are not. You are just another person in my way. I bet you fucking killed mom back at home.
[?]: No? NO? WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?
[!] You would hear a smacking sound from the background. [!]
[A]: JUST SHUT UP!
[!] The tape would conclude, with screaming and crying being faintly heard. It was evident to see how this tape was finalized. However, as it ejected, you would see another tape lying around. One, last, tape. As you took the other one out, most likely throwing it out, you would insert the final tape of this backstory. One thing you will notice though, the backstory seemed to be more anonymous in a lot of factors. Who is responsible for most of the deaths inside of this story. However, this one seemed to have an actual date, this time, most recent. [!]
[2026, June 18: BMD, Or Nothing]
Here we are today. Twenty-One with a dream. A dream that anyone would go for, however only if they believe that they are the best of the best. Finding a name was one of the hardest parts of figuring out your crime life. He was a part of bigger organizations in the town of Karakura. To name one, Manhanto. However there was little me, growing up to be something bigger. Despite the idea of crime sending shivers down my spine, there was something about it that had a thrill in me. Now in my life, I got things that not a lot of people in this town have. I got people around me that I can see as family. The time has been long coming, but if there was anything you can see from these tapes is… You may be a shit person growing up, or even be the most optimistic. Regardless of your original path, you cannot break from what you grow up around, but you can break from the stress that comes with it. I do not feel the same joy I used to feel when anything goes on, however I am still just as determined to actually get shit done. Now, with theses on your backburning, it is your choice to bring me in with the rest of the Black Market Dealers. However, that is all up to you. Thank you for listening to these tapes.
(With the tapes ending, this is the time where I would like to say. The rest of Azai's life will be found in character! Any lore involving his past or even his potential future, I would love to do in regards to these tapes! Yes, the tapes are meant to have some sort of mystery, that is what finding more about his life so enticing!)
[2005, August 13 - The Birth Of A Prospect.]
“Isabella, I would like to introduce you to your brother, say hello to Azai.”
During the colder hours of the night, a bright beam of moonlight shines into the hospital window, a baby so brittle, a star so bright. The joy of smiles and tears escaping those around the individual. Azai Kyouketsu, a name passed down from his father Azail. Not much of a difference in names, I get it, however my father always told me the reason his name was never directly passed down. Mother always tried to hold back a laugh every time he told the story of how he came up with my very name. One to pass through generations as a vengeful powerhouse of a concept. The day I was born, he said to my mother. “This kid will for sure carry on the legacy this family has, one to provide the goods to those in need, hand out money and to work a business designed to help those who are in the slumps in South Toronto. Like mine, his title will carry out the similar letters of the lexicon, however let me just.” He said this phrase the exact same way, taking markers each time like he was playing a game full of charades; I guess closer to a Pictionary in a way. My father has a red marker each time he spelt the name out onto the wall, an A, then a Z, then the second A, an I, and lastly, an L. Firmly taking the marker like he did the pen he wrote my name into for the legal papers showcasing my proof of existence. Putting a slash in between the letter ‘L’. I always asked him why he did this when I got older, and he told me straight up, with zero sense of sugar coating. “We had you to be something, nothing with the ‘L’. You will not be seen as some failure, nor a loser. However, something that will showcase what you are worth in this world. Worthful for those in pitiful scenarios compared to your own.” I always got what he meant since the day he told me, before his own passing. However we will get to that later in our tapes.
“It was the night of 08.13.05.”
August 13, 2005, a day where the little Azai, *cough cough* me, decided to introduce his wonders into the world that he saw. Canada, more specifically Toronto, Ontario. In a hospital that seemed to be in a running down state, like the building was going to catch on something at any given time. It did not help that it was right next to some sort of furnace shop, one that had extreme levels of heat right adjacent to the hospital they had me in. However, I am here today aren’t I? So, clearly that did little to nothing to myself. These stages in my life were the most blissful that anyone could ever ask for. Growing up, it was always my mother, older sister, myself and my own father. Together, we all made up what was left of the ‘Kyouketsu’ family. A name that you may not expect from a Canadian male with Russian origins from your parents. However, some type of talk was done to get my family to where they were at. ‘Azai Kyouketsu, Isabella Kyouketsu.’ My older sister was always someone that I had admired over the years, she was more so a Tomboy to say the least. Easy to connect to, someone I can speak to with any problems of mine if I ever did need a simple conversation, and someone I did not have to smack every time they asked to put makeup onto my own face. Thankfully, that never happened, she always believed in the natural features rather than some mask. A moral that I just have to sit back on to amuse myself with, how ironic.
[2008, November 27: The Third To The Group]
By the time I was only three, my mom had a family back in Quebec that had their first and only child. Thankfully, I was able to meet the son of a gun at the hospital during the time of our visit. The pure green, jade like eyes. The brunette hair in a soft style, gentle freckles along the nose and cheeks, and a birthmark in a small shape of a diamond on the back of his neck. They named him Jaide, with an I, in respect of what my father had. As you can tell, my father had a huge impact on the names of not only my family, however the rest of the bloodline. The joy in all of the people involved made it firm that this was the family we all wanted, the one that showcased what it was like to be loved, to be accepted, and to be those who took time out of their day to help someone on the side of the road in dire need. I remember the trip to the hospital to see my newly born younger cousin, there was a man on the side of the road, walking around with a sign so big, those from the other side of the country would be able to see it in its fullest. “N3ED M0nEY F0R F00D” Sure, the grammar was not the best on the sign, however it was still someone in need. When I saw that sign, I looked right up to my father, almost giving him that puppy-type of look. Whenever he asked me what my deal was, I would always point to what was on my mind. This time, a man looking for money to provide himself, and possibly a family, with food and supplies that he could use to benefit himself. Instead of pushing me off like a dad would, despite the debt that he was in with affiliates I did not know at the time, he handed me a bill, probably worth a lot more now, however a $50 Canadian bill would be enough to cheer this man up, even had my dad messing up my hair proudly. Like I just saved a whole country from some type of meatball attack.
“Wonder Pets, Wonder Pets, We’re On Our Way! To Help A Friend And Save The Day!”
Listen to that, a little Azai clapping along to one of his favourite shows at the time, Wonder Pets. A whole show involving a Guinea-Pig, a Turtle, and a Duck going around and saving people they saw in need of help. Almost like the trio of people that they had now officially. Little me always saw himself as Linny, the Guinea-Pig who was the leader of the group. She usually served as that fearless type of character that had my eyes sparkle every single time she was on screen. Every time myself, Jaide and Isabella decided to play super heroes, we always played the roles of Linny, Tuck and Ming Ming. All three of the Wonder Pets to save trouble inside of the town. The innocence of the mind, that had us saving the day. We gathered together to make lemonade and to serve them to those who were doing actual saving in the world of crime Toronto was facing during the year. We were all too blind to see it, however we made sure to give the world what we wanted, pride and hope for the people in our city.
[2011, September 3: Azai’s First Day Of School]
A day to cherish, the smile on that little kid's face whenever the idea of his first day of school was brought up. The morning chants of “mom” and “dad” in a cheerful tone. Quick out of the bed, slipping out of his own pajamas. Azai was extremely excited to begin his day in a new location. I was always like this, at least, I used to. Until the dread that loomed over the concept of change came about. I remember the day like it was only yesterday, waking up freshly at around 5:30, getting dressed into those smaller, yet neatly sized black silk shorts, alongside white socks with a strip of red up to the ankle. A clean, non-wrinkled Thomas The Tank Engine shirt in a blue, more so that closer to the tone the sky was back home. Once I had everything for that day ready on my own body, I remember specifically asking my mother for Captain Crunch cereal, the captain always gave me the most joyful expression, even my hazel eyes had to give that shine once in a while. Regardless, I remember trying to learn more words while reading the cereal box, alongside playing the little games on the cardboard for any form of entertainment to get on with my morning.
“Mama! Look! This side has a blue hat! This side has a red one!”
Yes Azai, yes younger me. You just experienced your first ever “Spot The Difference.” Maybe that is the reason why I am how I am today. Easily alerted, understanding what situation I may have myself in. That must be it, that must be where my intelligence came into effect. Regardless, I always had that Captain Crunch cereal the same way every time I felt the need to eat that sugary breakfast wake up meal. Cereal first, milk afterwards. I know, this may cause some controversy, however what are you going to do about it? Reach your hands through this tape and kill me in front of the video of a younger me? Anyways, back to my childhood. Mother always was the one in the house, getting Isabella and I ready, alongside being well-fed, passing us our backpacks and lunch bags. We did not have the money for that fancy lunch bag, if I were to have one, it would have been a Spiderman one you would find within Walmart. However, she did her best to make us happy souls. My paper bag had a Spiderman marked with red marker, with the lines in a thin black. My sister had hers inspired by Princess Tiana from The Princess and the Frog. However, our backpacks were the BIG deal. Although she had her little unicorn style bag, I always had my Lightening McQueen backpack. Styles that I do not see much from within Karakura nowadays. With one kiss on the cheek from mother, and a hug goodbye. Her youngest child was finally off for the first day of his schooling. I saw the tears in her eyes, happy tears for that matter, as she waved off to us wishing both Isabella and I well.
“I LOVE YOU MAMA! BYE!”
[!] Despite the happy music playing in the VHS tape, the screen went into a black, soft little sobs escaping the narrator. It seemed this moment of the documentary of his life was a shattering one for Azai. However, a soft whisper escaped his lips, so quiet that the viewer listening to the tape had to rewind when he said his line. [!]
Unfortunately, that was the last time I was ever able to speak to my mother.
[2011, September 10: The Time The World Began To Rot.]
A sad beginning to the weekend that we had planned for, the trip to the water park was canceled, and the time was spent with more grieving than the day they had found her. My sister, five years older than myself, had more of a concept towards what death was about. Honestly, looking back to it, it was more concerning for a girl at the age of eleven to understand the idea of what death was. She had those theories she liked to provoke at the family table. A non-religious soul, disheveled by the weight casted on her due to some misfortune. My mother was always a brave trooper to the family name, despite not being up to what my father has always done for the rest of us. However, she had a sweet job at the daycare nearby our residence. A calm style of daycare, an arch to what looked like a garden, illuminating in an aurora type of colour palette, greens, blues, purples. Similar to what you'd see with the northern lights. Regardless of what job she had, unfortunately on her way to work, some asshole- I mean, semi-driver decided that day was the day to merge onto the road and cut my mother off, causing her to go off course, and into the post placed right where death wanted her. That Saturday was a sad funeral, school was out, yes, however the joy of a family slowly seemed to deteriorate into an abundance of nothing.
[A]: “Dad? Will Mom be alright?”
“I am sure that wherever she is now, she will be happy to know that you will grow into something she would love.”
: “MOM IS DEAD DAD, THERE IS NOTHING TO LEARN FROM THIS BESIDES THE FACT THAT THE ASSHOLE DRIVING THAT TRUCK SHOULD HAVE TAKEN A FAMILY INTO CONSIDERATION…”
As I stated, deteriorating family joy, bursting into nothingness. Isabella was twisted since the day of mother's passing. My connections to her only grew to fade, like that of my own connection to the one who had me in ‘05. Isabella was distant for the upcoming seasons, as the trees began to depart their leaves to the ground below them, and the breeze picked up to a colder scene, soon came Winter. Which for context, Canada has a weird history with how poor the weather can be at deciding what it wants. There was actually a time it snowed during the Summer time. FUCKING SUMMER.
[!] You could hear knocking from the tape, like a little playful knock towards a door made purely out of wood. The floorboards creek, where all you can hear the iconic knocking sequence: !! Knock, Knock, Knock Knock, Knock !! [!]
“Do you wanna build a Snowman?”
Wow, somehow little Azai knew that Frozen knocking sound years before that masterpiece of a movie came out. Probably ironic that it happened, it was one of those charming features of myself at that age.
“GO AWAY AZAI!”
[!] The tape would cut abruptly. Static forming in that freeze frame of Azai at the door. A static shifting all senses of reality the tape had to offer, before presenting the viewer with a black and white still image. Faint eyes, all white. No pupils or an iris. Just the sclera in plain view. Like the user viewing the tape was the one who was responsible for the mishaps that had happened in Azai's childhood life: however, that would appear to be impossible. Unfortunately, the tape would freeze, the one watching the tape would get up to change the tapes, before inserting the next tape; only to figure out what secrets Azai could be hiding with him. [!]
[2014, August 8: Five Days Before The Party.]
Only five days before my birthday, this year was going to be my ninth birthday. Sure, it wasn’t much of a celebratory day, however this day was really special to me. This year, my father thought it would have been nice for me to meet the one, the only spiderman down at the mall. They were doing some sort of charity event down there, little Azai running around with his little party hat on, all excited for what day was going to occur. There was another homeless person on the side of the road down the main street in Toronto, nothing out of the ordinary. However, this time I was the only one that seemed to notice the man. The rugged clothing, the look of someone who has not eaten in days. It ached me, however like father always told me, I decided to give him $30 of my birthday earnings to help his needs. Unfortunately, this was the point where my father decided to pull me aside to have a mediocre talk about what we can and cannot do.
“Look, Azai. You are a kind, beaming soul. However, that is your birthday money. After your mother’s passing, there have not been many bills being paid. I, we have been behind. I hope you can understand that, this needs to be used accordingly..”
Try explaining that to a child who has zero recollection of what the concept was. For that to be interrupted by the sirens of officers nearby. Something was happening, but what? A roadside robbery, four different shapes of men all gathering around a woman with a white purse, with a black feline friend by her sound. The hissing being drained out by the sirens from the car. As I sat back with my lollipop, it came to my understanding that communication needed to be properly formed in order to actually execute a plan. Lick by lick, melt by melt, this was the time that ticked each time my tongue came in contact with the lollipop. What felt like centuries, only turned into twenty minutes of police officers and criminals going back and forth before their arrests.
“HELP, THESE OFFICERS ARE TRYING TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF US, INCLUDING THOSE HERE IN TORONTO. FUCK THE POLICE DEPARTMENT!”
The screams of those who tried robbing the older lady gave me a sense of dread. The screams, the sirens, the hissing. It all came back to me over the moment of time. These policemen were not here to protect and serve like they always tried to say, they were here to specifically separate those who do not listen to what they have to say. For the first time ever, it gave me a sort of.. Emotion. One that wanted to cause some sort of violence to the policemen. However, when your thoughts are in the brain of a nine year old, it is fairly apparent that you will never go through with what you want to go through with. Regardless of what my beliefs were, this was a starting ground for my rebellious stages in life. One that stripped the innocent soul away, to replace it with one we will begin calling; ‘Paw Patrol.’... OKAY DO NOT JUDGE THE NAME, I KNOW YOU ARE SNICKERING AND LAUGHING BEHIND THAT PATHETIC TELEVISION SCREEN AT LITTLE ME FOR CREATING THAT NAME BASED ON A SHOW I WATCHED AT THIS AGE. I WOULD HAVE NAMED IT SOMETHING LIKE ‘CALYRAX’ OR SOME SHIT. BUT GIVE LITTLE ME SOME CREDIT.
[!] The tape cut abruptly. This time, showcasing a static eye glancing around all four corners of the television, flickering back and forth between focuses, as the blinks seemed to be in a rhythm of morse code. You would rewind the tape a few times, before making out that the eyes were different hues of blacks and whites. Giving out a message after the narrator’s cut off. The code would read as follow:
(For context, [J] would be eye one. would be eye two.)
[J]: Come on Azzy, you can do it.
: Do not fuck up the family name, make us proud.
[J]: All you need is one clean stab, you can do that.. Right?
: You always played out like Linny, show us why you are classed as a leader.
With that, the tape would cut to a black, before dispensing out. Allowing you to read what the next tape’s name was before placing it into the slot to allow the next cinematic to play out. [!]
[2018, September 3: The Start of A Bigger Journey.]
[!] As the new tape was placed in, you could hear what could be some sort of screaming, some crying as malicious laughter beamed through the black. Before two of the same eyes came onto the screen, blinking rapidly, darting from side to side. What was with Azravax and these eyes? These had to have been deliberately placed into the tape, surely it was not something accidental, right?
[J]: Azzy, I swear if you do not do it, I will have to force you myself.
: He was the one watching, he saw what you did. Do you not remember your sweet 16th?
Despite what the voices were saying, you could hear a voice. Not morse code anymore. An actual, manly, yet husky voice. One similar to the narrator's voice. [!]
([A] would be used to distinguish Azai/Azravax inside of the tape loge.)
[A]: FUCK OFF. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?
. . .
[J]: Those who stripped the lives of those you loved did not seem to have nearly as much struggle.
: Maybe we need an audience. That usually works.
[A]: I WILL DO AS I-
[!] Just like that, the tape cuts to black, however this time, as soon as you reached your hand to take the tape out, you would hear that husky voice, screaming like he was fighting the urge to do whatever he was trying to do. Catching the viewer off guard, the tape would cut to a bright setting. Toronto, Canada. More specifically, right in front of that high-school that Isabella, now Azai, is going to. [!]
September 3rd, a date that seems to keep popping into my brain. My mother would have loved this day, more specifically seeing her youngest going to school, enjoying the life he was running, along with meeting new friends of his. Despite being thirteen at this point of my life. I remember the group of people I usually associated myself with. “The Red Isopods”. Another weirdly formed name, however it was a title that had those in the school rattling in some sort of unease whenever the name was brought up into conversation. This was around the same time my youngest cousin, Jaide, went to Karakura to spend time with his family. They moved out of this city primarily because of the gang and gun violence that inhabited the area. At least someone was able to get out of there. However, I did not hear much about his life. All I know is what I was doing towards myself, but more so trying to take care of Isabella. 2011 was a year that made life miserable for her. Now being eighteen, she never saw the happiness in the world, much rather announcing what dread she must be having. Her tone completely shifted, her once brunette hair going into some sort of white. The tears she had whenever it was only me and her, vanished in some way. She was isolated, never wanting to actually speak to me; I get it, having a sister can be something else for sure, however some sort of acknowledgement could be nice once in a while.
[!] Once the narrator finished speaking, a familiar phone ring would be heard onto the tape, not too much of a tone, before seeing the name "Natalie Kyouketsu”. The name of Jaide's very mother. As the phone was picked up, all you could hear was the gentle sobs coming from the other end of the line. [!]
[A]: Auntie? What's the matter?
[N]: Jaide.. H-He's…
[A]: He's what, Auntie?
[!] More silence, no longer than a quarter of a minute. Before more sobs, broken tears, and a shaky voice began to speak. It was hard to pick up what was said within the tape, however once you tried to rewind the tape, you would notice those eyes again. However, there were two with the same shade of Blacks and Whites. Hinting they belonged to the same person. Once the eyes blinked their code, you could make out what it was trying to say. [!]
[J]: -.. . .- -..
[!] When taking the translator from your pocket, or just understanding morse code like the best translator in the world. You could pick up what the eyes were saying. Now realizing what colour the eyes belonged to. [!]
[J]: -.. . .- -.. // Translating [Jaide]: D.E.A.D
[2021, August 13: The Dread To Karakura]
It was finally time, Azai’s big sixteenth birthday. Although he would have preferred to stay inside of Toronto for his party, with his friends and what was left with his family. His father wanted to go out of the town, get away from all of the crime that has taken the lives of many he knows. Unfortunately, it appears that he did not hear about Jaide’s death inside of Karakura, however a father always knows best for his family, no? The flight was a longer flight than I have usually taken, one that seemed to have no end no matter what timeloop I may be involved in. I was on the flight with Isabella and my father, heading down to check out Karakura at its finest. My sister appeared to be thrilled with the idea to engulf herself into the culture of Japan, however was still very nervous. She stated before that one of our cousins, Esrah, told her that the scenery in Karakura was breathtaking, however she was told that the world of crime was not apparent enough to cause problems in everyday life. I did not want to believe what she was telling me, however I decided to stay silent, mainly to keep her happy. She was, in fact, one of the only other members of these ‘Wonder Pets’ personas that remained in my life.
[!] The tape would cut out with a horrific face of a man, the eyes darting side to side as soft whispers would be heard from the tape. You could barely hear what was being told, however you could make out what was happening. [!]
[?]: I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU, NOT ANYMORE.
[??] Oh.. Channel 0, you were one of the bests.. It is a shame, you first came to Karakura not too long ago, and look what happened to you. You disobeyed.
[?]: No, please, I!
[??]: You broke the code, you will not repay the damages…
Upon entering Karakura, Isabella went right to talking with Esrah, one of the only bits of family she truly wanted to talk to, disregarding the fact that I was right there. However, I let her do her own thing. Unpacking where father decided to settle into. Despite only just arriving into Karakura, the mood felt off.. Like something was trying to talk some sort of sense into me. Upon looking down at my own two hands. I could only see the trembling nature that was happening. Unable to control a part of myself, however I always felt that stuff like that is not something to worry about. No matter how I felt, this was the life that I must adapt to. The life that mother would have truly wanted, until I took a look at my own father, and for the first time in my life, I could hear what others warned me about.
“No.. I can't.”
[!] The tape would abruptly cut, the silence keeping a sense of dread with the connection you would have with the tape. However, this motivates you to insert the next tape. This one, felt off. It was titled differently from the rest of the tapes. However, disregarding it. You would put the tape in to get another look at Azai’s life. [!]
[XXXX, XXXXXX XX: RESTRICTED]
[!] Upon starting the tape, you would notice that there was not much of a narrator this time around. This time, it would just show a dark room, with a chair that looked to be some sort of interrogation room. The scene was more scarce than the other times, like this was not supposed to be a part of the compilation of tapes that were given to you before. However, this tape would sum up what was happening that day. August 13, 2021. Dark, ambient sounds would be heard coming from the thin hallway, outside of the room. Deep, dark steps following behind the sounds you were unable to pick up on. However, there seemed to be soft screams from the distance, that of a man begging for some sort of help.
[?]: AZAI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
[A]: You are just like the rest of them back home, aren't you? You are responsible for Jaide’s death, AREN'T YOU?
[?]: NO? NO, NO I AM NOT!
[A]: Then tell me why you are so defensive, why you are yelling if you did not do it.
[?]: I AM SCARED THAT IS WHY AZAI. I AM YOUR FATHER.
[A]: No you are not. You are just another person in my way. I bet you fucking killed mom back at home.
[?]: No? NO? WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?
[!] You would hear a smacking sound from the background. [!]
[A]: JUST SHUT UP!
[!] The tape would conclude, with screaming and crying being faintly heard. It was evident to see how this tape was finalized. However, as it ejected, you would see another tape lying around. One, last, tape. As you took the other one out, most likely throwing it out, you would insert the final tape of this backstory. One thing you will notice though, the backstory seemed to be more anonymous in a lot of factors. Who is responsible for most of the deaths inside of this story. However, this one seemed to have an actual date, this time, most recent. [!]
[2026, June 18: BMD, Or Nothing]
Here we are today. Twenty-One with a dream. A dream that anyone would go for, however only if they believe that they are the best of the best. Finding a name was one of the hardest parts of figuring out your crime life. He was a part of bigger organizations in the town of Karakura. To name one, Manhanto. However there was little me, growing up to be something bigger. Despite the idea of crime sending shivers down my spine, there was something about it that had a thrill in me. Now in my life, I got things that not a lot of people in this town have. I got people around me that I can see as family. The time has been long coming, but if there was anything you can see from these tapes is… You may be a shit person growing up, or even be the most optimistic. Regardless of your original path, you cannot break from what you grow up around, but you can break from the stress that comes with it. I do not feel the same joy I used to feel when anything goes on, however I am still just as determined to actually get shit done. Now, with theses on your backburning, it is your choice to bring me in with the rest of the Black Market Dealers. However, that is all up to you. Thank you for listening to these tapes.
(With the tapes ending, this is the time where I would like to say. The rest of Azai's life will be found in character! Any lore involving his past or even his potential future, I would love to do in regards to these tapes! Yes, the tapes are meant to have some sort of mystery, that is what finding more about his life so enticing!)
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)
// The Deal of The Century //
[!] The night would be cold, colder than the other nights prior to this weekend. As the time clocked down to the time they desired, the hand on the rusty clock would chime right at the 2:00 mark. Clicking every second before getting slammed in by an impactful fist. The sound echoing through the sewers like some type of bomb went off. Nothing piercing for that matter, however something that loomed the rest of the labyrinth he was located in. As his breath was taken back, after an altercation with himself and those in his head, AZRAVAX would turn to the side to see his phone, once settled down still, now vibrating in a particular way. Each vibration would play his usual ringtone, that of one of his favorite video game franchises. As you could hear the pitter-patters of the stone floor from underneath, the phone would be answered. [!]
[?]: Hey, is this the Black Market?
[A]: Never say those words outloud, you may be arrested for even considering the thought of illegal weaponry. However, what do you want?
[?]: Is this the Black Ma-
[A]: YES, THIS IS. WHAT IS YOUR ORDER.
[?]: I am interested in purchasing a tactical knife, wondering if you have any of those lying around?
[A]: hahah… hahah HAHAHAH. Yeah, let me go take a look for you.
[!] Putting the phone on hold momentarily, AZRAVAX would walk over to the chests within his area, primarily to see where the items could be. Looking inside, he would place his phone down to dig into the weapon storage. Making sure that each of the sleeves for the blades on the sharps were in line. Cannot sell these items dull, he thought. [!]
[?]: Are you still there?
[A]: It has been five, fucking seconds. Give me a bit.
[!] As he rummaged through the abundance of items, he would finally find one, one that was sharp to the tip. Nice for close range battles, however not so much when someone out ranges. He always wondered why people still bought them, however he would not question it. Despite this, he would go over to the computer, looking up the user’s phone number into the system, making sure he was at least within a gang that was qualified under the Black Market to obtain such rare artifacts. [!]
[A]: Provide your alias, and we will get this order underway.
[!] After providing AZRAVAX with an alias, the phone numbers and tag linked up perfectly. Lightly tossing the tactical knife in his right hand, kicking his feet up onto the desk as he made sure to speak to the user in a firm voice. [!]
[A]: Alright, meet me underneath the church. The sewer path from 11/7 may bring you this way, if you know the direction to the forest, you should find the one under the gravesite.
[?]: But the other BMD goes under 11/7.
[A]: Am I the other fucking BMD? Do not waste my time.
[!] With the phone ending, AZRAVAX would get ready to head over to the sewers right underneath the graveyard, the church really gave some sort of eerie nature whenever the topic of crime was brought up, wondering why nobody goes there ever. Regardless, AZRAVAX would slip into his skin-tight suit, one that would not be deemed recognizable to those within the town of Karakura. He did, in fact, put on one of his favorite ballistic masks. ‘Shady Demonstration’. One that was a black hockey mask style of ballistic, with a red ‘V’ right on the front of the mask. Sitting down by the church, he would see a shadow emerging from the sewers. A user that he assumed he had been speaking to on the phone approaching AZRAVAX. Before the male spoke, AZRAVAX parted his lips to get information out of him. [!]
[A]: Alias?
[!] Once the alias was said, AZRAVAX put his hand out requesting the money that he needed for this knife. No less, and no more than what he demanded. 215,000 yen right in the instant. The user would put his hand into his own pocket, counting the yen in fragments. Making sure it was all the right amount, AZRAVAX would count the money with the handle of the knife placed delicately in his mouth. [!]
[?]: Can you not tamper with my item sir?
[A]: Do you want a refund? Seems like you are rushing this process, seems like you want to stab someone with that, huh?
[!] Without an answer, AZRAVAX would nod in approval, before handing out the tactical knife to the user. Gently bowing down to the one in front of him. [!]
[A]: You take it easy sir. Come again.
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)
I believe that I was able to provide all of the essential information towards why my character should be picked for the role of a Black Market Dealer. However, I do want to wish those applying the best of luck, and appreciate you all for taking the time to read this application.
I am so sorry if you got tired reading it, a lot of passion did go into this application however! But I do appreciate the time you have taken out of your day to review it!
Thank you,
AAadhira // Riley
CREDITS:
Azai // AZRAVAX Art: Lemxnades
Azai's Base Touch Ups: Lemxnades
Azai's Hair: BunnyRP
Poster Board Screenshots: All of those who were a part of my upbringing over the three years on SRP.
Gangs That I want to show appreciation to:
BLACK DRAGONS
MAN'EN
MANHANTO
(SINNEROUS)
VILTRUM
SHINTOU-KAI / 9STARS
PARABELLUM
PINK PANTHERS
IMMETREU
THE MANDATE
CATACLYSM
(These Gangs Are Responsible For The Roleplay Interactions They May Have Had With Me Over The Time I Was On SRP. Or Gangs That Welcomed Me With Open Arms That I Want To Showcase My Appreciation To.)
ALONGSIDE THAT, I WOULD LIKE TO SEND OUT MY THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT IN GANGS WITH THE POSITIVITY TOWARDS ROLEPLAY INTERACTIONS. I ADORE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN HERE BY MY SIDE SINCE 2023! KEEP UP THE ROLEPLAY AND REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN!
(Total Word Count: ~12492)
(Total Reading Time: ~ 50 Minutes)
(Total Writing Time: ~ 15 Hours)
// The Deal of The Century //
[!] The night would be cold, colder than the other nights prior to this weekend. As the time clocked down to the time they desired, the hand on the rusty clock would chime right at the 2:00 mark. Clicking every second before getting slammed in by an impactful fist. The sound echoing through the sewers like some type of bomb went off. Nothing piercing for that matter, however something that loomed the rest of the labyrinth he was located in. As his breath was taken back, after an altercation with himself and those in his head, AZRAVAX would turn to the side to see his phone, once settled down still, now vibrating in a particular way. Each vibration would play his usual ringtone, that of one of his favorite video game franchises. As you could hear the pitter-patters of the stone floor from underneath, the phone would be answered. [!]
[?]: Hey, is this the Black Market?
[A]: Never say those words outloud, you may be arrested for even considering the thought of illegal weaponry. However, what do you want?
[?]: Is this the Black Ma-
[A]: YES, THIS IS. WHAT IS YOUR ORDER.
[?]: I am interested in purchasing a tactical knife, wondering if you have any of those lying around?
[A]: hahah… hahah HAHAHAH. Yeah, let me go take a look for you.
[!] Putting the phone on hold momentarily, AZRAVAX would walk over to the chests within his area, primarily to see where the items could be. Looking inside, he would place his phone down to dig into the weapon storage. Making sure that each of the sleeves for the blades on the sharps were in line. Cannot sell these items dull, he thought. [!]
[?]: Are you still there?
[A]: It has been five, fucking seconds. Give me a bit.
[!] As he rummaged through the abundance of items, he would finally find one, one that was sharp to the tip. Nice for close range battles, however not so much when someone out ranges. He always wondered why people still bought them, however he would not question it. Despite this, he would go over to the computer, looking up the user’s phone number into the system, making sure he was at least within a gang that was qualified under the Black Market to obtain such rare artifacts. [!]
[A]: Provide your alias, and we will get this order underway.
[!] After providing AZRAVAX with an alias, the phone numbers and tag linked up perfectly. Lightly tossing the tactical knife in his right hand, kicking his feet up onto the desk as he made sure to speak to the user in a firm voice. [!]
[A]: Alright, meet me underneath the church. The sewer path from 11/7 may bring you this way, if you know the direction to the forest, you should find the one under the gravesite.
[?]: But the other BMD goes under 11/7.
[A]: Am I the other fucking BMD? Do not waste my time.
[!] With the phone ending, AZRAVAX would get ready to head over to the sewers right underneath the graveyard, the church really gave some sort of eerie nature whenever the topic of crime was brought up, wondering why nobody goes there ever. Regardless, AZRAVAX would slip into his skin-tight suit, one that would not be deemed recognizable to those within the town of Karakura. He did, in fact, put on one of his favorite ballistic masks. ‘Shady Demonstration’. One that was a black hockey mask style of ballistic, with a red ‘V’ right on the front of the mask. Sitting down by the church, he would see a shadow emerging from the sewers. A user that he assumed he had been speaking to on the phone approaching AZRAVAX. Before the male spoke, AZRAVAX parted his lips to get information out of him. [!]
[A]: Alias?
[!] Once the alias was said, AZRAVAX put his hand out requesting the money that he needed for this knife. No less, and no more than what he demanded. 215,000 yen right in the instant. The user would put his hand into his own pocket, counting the yen in fragments. Making sure it was all the right amount, AZRAVAX would count the money with the handle of the knife placed delicately in his mouth. [!]
[?]: Can you not tamper with my item sir?
[A]: Do you want a refund? Seems like you are rushing this process, seems like you want to stab someone with that, huh?
[!] Without an answer, AZRAVAX would nod in approval, before handing out the tactical knife to the user. Gently bowing down to the one in front of him. [!]
[A]: You take it easy sir. Come again.
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)
I believe that I was able to provide all of the essential information towards why my character should be picked for the role of a Black Market Dealer. However, I do want to wish those applying the best of luck, and appreciate you all for taking the time to read this application.
I am so sorry if you got tired reading it, a lot of passion did go into this application however! But I do appreciate the time you have taken out of your day to review it!
Thank you,
AAadhira // Riley
CREDITS:
Azai // AZRAVAX Art: Lemxnades
Azai's Base Touch Ups: Lemxnades
Azai's Hair: BunnyRP
Poster Board Screenshots: All of those who were a part of my upbringing over the three years on SRP.
Gangs That I want to show appreciation to:
BLACK DRAGONS
MAN'EN
MANHANTO
(SINNEROUS)
VILTRUM
SHINTOU-KAI / 9STARS
PARABELLUM
PINK PANTHERS
IMMETREU
THE MANDATE
CATACLYSM
(These Gangs Are Responsible For The Roleplay Interactions They May Have Had With Me Over The Time I Was On SRP. Or Gangs That Welcomed Me With Open Arms That I Want To Showcase My Appreciation To.)
ALONGSIDE THAT, I WOULD LIKE TO SEND OUT MY THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT IN GANGS WITH THE POSITIVITY TOWARDS ROLEPLAY INTERACTIONS. I ADORE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN HERE BY MY SIDE SINCE 2023! KEEP UP THE ROLEPLAY AND REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN!
(Total Word Count: ~12492)
(Total Reading Time: ~ 50 Minutes)
(Total Writing Time: ~ 15 Hours)
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