coolercloud
Level 0
[OOC] INFORMATION:
IGN: ✧
Main: CoolerCloud3137
Alternate: kewling
Describe your activity on the server: ✧
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday |
3:00 PM - 10:30 PM | 3:00 PM - 10:30 PM | 8:00 PM - 10:30 PM | 3:00 PM - 10:30 PM | 3:00 PM - 10:30 PM | 3:00 PM - 12:00 AM | 12:00 PM - 12:00 AM |
Now, keep in mind. I am in college, I do my fair share in sports, and I work. All can have a random impact on my schedule. Though, in a general manner, I’m pretty free and play regularly. Also, as you can probably see, I get tired. I fixed my sleep schedule, so I’m trying to keep it that way. Though I keep my daily appearance on the server.
Overall I’d say 9/10.
Specify your Discord username (USER#0000) and if you have a microphone: ✧
It’s coolercloud, and yes. I do have a microphone, plus I’m willing to VC often!
Specify your country of origin and time zone: ✧
I live in the US, my time zone is CST; Central Standard Time.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?: ✧
When I first joined SRP, I was taken in and accepted by the Verified Gang; Akihito. So I was flung straight into GangRP from off the bat, certain members like CeruleanRocket taught me things such as P2L, etc. Over the months of being within the gang, they taught me more about the roleplay aspect of what Crime/GangRP can truly have. It’s more than rolls, perms, and being the best. It can be about the stories you create, ICly and for the lore of your gang & character.
I’ve been thankful to have been a part of the Black Market for a short period of time thanks to Fredtastic, who offered me the chance to have a character of mine climb into the circle of crime and become an associate for a short-while. Ever since that, I've been in love with how the Black Market system works. The different characters, personalities, and play styles each Dealer brings fascinated me. They each aim for their own ways of running the criminal underworld, such as Fight Club, Street-Racing, Crime Clinic, etc.
I’d simply love to create my own story and aim in the Black Market, if given the chance too. I can’t deny the simple fact as well, the Black Market racks in money, if you’re Dealer is successful enough, again this is part of the different angles that can be played in the crime world, simply more opportunities to create your own unique character developed around making said money in the criminal underworld then JUST selling weapons and finding crates. Again, I’d like to give a simple shoutout to Fredtastic, Fifa, & Simplz for not only introducing me, but having me take part in their Ex-Dealer experiences.
A final note, the faction seems endless to plot, roleplay, if dedicated towards. Thankfully, I’ve seen it, as the Black Market doesn’t lack such. It’s been around for ages yet the potential never ends, easily some of the greatest stories in SRP have been done thanks to the criminal underworld, though much has changed, the passion within it hasn’t and I find that very exciting.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?: ✧
Experience.
Something I think that helps me stand out is that, though I’ve easily had most of my time on SRP dedicated to Crime/GangRP, I would still consider myself as a sort of, freshly minded player. One who would easily strive and work towards becoming a well-trained Dealer, expanding my character as a person, etc. Another factor is that I was practically trained and taught by one of the better roleplaying wise gangs, which was the yakuza family; Akihito.
Involvement.
I’ve had involvement with Fredtasic as their BMDA, and plenty of lore/roleplay with Simplz’s and Fifa’s Dealers. I was accepted and have been a part of Fight Club as well due to him, for ages. Greatly developing and having constant practice of P2L with my fighter OC; Kaiyo S. Kaldwin. Those who know, know that I’ve strived to have him become the best fighter via detailing P2L and the FC fight system. My dedication would be dead set on making my Dealer character not only just as developed, but even better.
Passion.
I’ve been in plenty of gangs before, ones that focused on perms, etc. Or on ones who focused on their lore, roleplay. I’ve certainly had my ups and downs within the server, applying for things as such. Though me typing this out now, shows it, I’m tried for something I never dreamed of doing in this server when first ever joining. My goal is to simply expand more on what I can do with an character now in the server, being in the crime community has never failed to give me & my characters chances to uphold themselves and this is the best of the best when it comes down to it, BMD would be the ultimate path, one that I’d love to give everything into.
Online.
I think I have plenty of people who could vouch for me being an active member, I’ve had long-lasting characters, ones that I’d like to think I’ve made impressions left within other people’s characters. To think if given the chance with a larger scale of the crime community. I could dedicate more effort to this, I’d love to in fact. Of course, that’s the reason why I’m typing this, no? When it comes down to it, being able to sit down, talk, roleplay, and even possibly expand something as big as the BMD faction of this server, would be amazing to yours truly.
Sewers.
This is a smaller piece of work that can separate me from the rest. But one I’m certainly proud of, as around 6+ months ago, I set out and mapped out the entire sewer system. Marking each bend, twist, and turn with coordinates. Including locations I encountered as well, only leaving out a certain flow of lower-leveled water passages. Learning the sewers is quite important as when becoming a Dealer, as they are the home turf of sorts for th Black Market.
I understand this is now slightly outdated, but that doesn’t make me any less proud! This simply makes me aware I need to update it again.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?: ✧
University
Well, I go to a University, and there isn’t too much I can truly say about this topic. Besides the fact that I major in Business and Marketing, I practice, learn, and have used all sorts of useful tools and techniques. Such as exposure to diverse perspectives, collaborative projects, team-oriented learning, and simply communication, plus more. All that I think heavily impacts me on how well I can work with a group. I know this is different then SRP, of course, but I vouch it still helps regardless.
Akihito, and Plenty of Other Gangs.
As stated before, I’ve been in plenty of gangs. Some that focus more and depend on perms, others based on lore & roleplay. I have even created one myself, it was mediocre at best, but I had a solid dozen roster members and a bunch of activity. I know how the criminal world works, from Fight Club, Crime Clinic, rolling, P2L, hierarchies, weapons, plus more. I’d say my involvement in the Crime Faction has never been a big impact however, only experience and dedicated time. I clearly wish to change that, via this application.
Nurse.
This was something I did for a solid while, the role in the School Faction, being a nurse gave me plenty of insight and open-minded experiences with all sorts of players and situations. I can definitely decree it helped me think on the spot, and upgrade my roleplay. From jocks, trolls, experienced players, and non-experienced ones, I can say I’ve seen it all from playing a nurse role. It also helped me get involved more with the SRP community, creating OOCly and ICly friendships often.
Overall when it came to teamwork, I’d often be stuck with another nurse upon their shift. We’d collaborate whenever needed to take on larger scale incidents or just multiple characters at once, forming an easy and functioning team to roleplay out anything. As it can be imagined, it’s like EMS, but more ice-packs than stitches.
Been in Multiple ICly Jobs, Mainly the Shop ‘Yeobo’.
When it comes to teamwork, hands down working ICly shops have helped, not of course only in ICly openings, but OOCly as well, being taught how to work in such an unique system was a great lesson. Helping me mold and shape more experience and work into something new! I still love how the shops are run with the need to restock and make sales.
Of course I have to give credit to the player created shop; Yeobo. The owner took me all the way back when I was part of Akihito and helped me understand not only how their shop works, but others essentially. I worked there for quite some time until eventually leaving, but it simply needed to be listed here as it did improve my ICly teamwork, but also my skills OOCly with a community.
Black Market Dealer Associate.
This is here due to it heavily not only helping me with teamwork within the crime faction, but also making/improving mindful skills and plans. Though I may have left, this doesn’t exclude how the fact it helped blast me into my interest in the Black Market. This experience significantly enhanced my roleplay and storytelling for my current OC.
Fredtastic consistently provided opportunities to expand my associate character's narrative, especially through the way the Dealer interacted with my OC during the initiation. While many see only the surface of how Dealers operate, I gained a deeper understanding of their dynamics and the teamwork involved. It was not only fun to RP with, but a nice change of setting of the usual Gang/CrimeRP.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?: ✧
Events.
First off, I suggest more events in general. I can understand events take time, a plan, and more to make them the best, who wouldn’t want the best, right!? Either it’s for the Black Market or the crime faction as a whole, everyone would enjoy a great event, right? Events can help interest new players, and keep the older ones satisfied and pleased. From what I’ve seen, it’s definitely harder to create events, but perhaps with help of other factions, we could pump out more for everyone to enjoy.
I’d like to think everyone, like other gangs, would like to roleplay more with Dealers as well, if they wish. They deserve entertainment, and to grow/thrive along with Dealers.
And! Even if it’s just surrounding the Black Market, something like daily meetings, conversations, etc. Anything to help keep ICly interactions on a daily for the Dealers, and even their associates. I only think it makes sense, as deep down. They are a team, their own at hearts, but still a team. Discussions seem necessary for them to all grow stronger.
Severe Perms.
I don’t usually like to dive into subjects like changing rolls, weapons, perms, etc. As I understand they can be a pain, and utterly difficult to educate players on and change. But I’d be lying if this idea hasn’t come across my mind before, we all know what minors and majors are. But what if there was one more step above majors? The idea: Severe Perms.
With limbs being removed from before, only now needing OOCly consent. This would implant that risk, the fear from conducting revenge. Severe perms would be given right after majors are performed, or passed like any other set of perms. Same procedure, time-limit, etc.
Promotion.
I’ve been a part of Fight Club for quite some time now, as mentioned before. I think a great idea, either using the idea of events of just more education and OOCly + ICly promotion towards the other criminal underworld crime businesses, Fight Club had fights almost weekly, and Ikigai is already well known as well. I think it's a deserved need to show-off the other businesses as well.
Shine some more light upon the other clever, and hardworking Dealer businesses? Crime Clinic, Street-Racing, Bounty Hunter, all could use some extra promoting to spread the awareness of them, this could allow players to get better invested in the crime faction, in more ways than one at that.
Fight Club.
I wanted to bring this suggestion up just as a personal one, a real goal that I’d love to help reignite if accepted. Thanks to Fifa & Simplz, they took me into FC as stated again. With Simplz now gone, I’ve longed for another FC opening, so in return. If I was to become something truly meaningful to the crime faction, I’d set part of my sights on hopefully being able to be given the chance to help FC back up. Restore it, give it a new boss, and carry on what Fifa, and Simplz made so amazing for me and rightfully so for others.
Verified-Gang Mask.
I had a few item ideas to add, as I think the faction could do with more equipment, and weapons.
One of my first ideas was a type of mask/helmet, with a mask profile of something like this.
VGM STATUS:
Verified Helmet.
PRICE: ¥500,000
MUGGABLE (Y/N): No (Unless K.O.)
- The Verified Helmet cannot be used to headbutt in combat.
- If someone punches the front/side/back of a Verified Helmet it deals 0 KO points.
- If someone hits the front/side/back of a ballistic mask with a bat, spiked glove, pipe wrench, crowbar, spiked bat, or any weapon, it deals only 1 KO point.
Slingshot.
Another small equipment idea would be a Slingshot of sorts, acting as a long-range method to fighting and getting KO points.
UVG STATUS:
Slingshot.
PRICE: ¥235,000
RANGE: 4 block
K.O. (HOW MANY HITS?): 3 hits
MUGGABLE (Y/N): Yes
PERMISSIONS REQUIRED?: Minors
- The Slingshot does not bypass any effects from a normal ballistic mask, it can only bypass from actioning to get behind the player first like usual.
- You must take 2 separate actions, one to reload, and the second action to fire.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?: ✧
Yes, I’d say I know the crime rules with intensity. I try to avoid confusion, and even help others during crucial moments of GangRping. I’ve again, been thankful enough to have a lot of different people help me in general learn during my starting ages of GangRP, I can definitely say I’ve grown with my knowledge.
I know well enough there are 3 current sorts of perms: Minors, Majors, and KPS.
Here’s a list of what I know from each set of perms.
Minors: | Majors: |
What they are: When one acts on Minors, and assaults another player's OC, the attack must only go with the motives of KO. While doing such, Minor-ranked weapons are all you can use. | What they are: If you act upon Majors, you are allowed to break a single bone per instance of permissions that your OC has on another OC, the same one. When you also get Majors, you acquire the ability of Kidnapping perms. |
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They’re are typically two main types of fighting/roleplaying paths people can take, those being P2L & rolling. Or even displaying actions at that.
Rolling is the most basic type, with players rolling a said amount based on your characters ages, or jobs; Ex. KPD having /200 as their roles.
Here’s an example of what a simple, rolling fight could look like.
P2L is more action-based, losing the use of roles and focusing on a sort of pattern. One were both players equally respect their individual characters, with factors like age, height, experience, etc. Using a sort of pattern within their fights.
Here’s an example of two simple P2L actions!
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 accept it, if ever was to play out. I’d love to give it my best shot, though of course. My intentions are to heavily develop my Dealer character, so hopefully it doesn’t come to this - unless given the reason. Plus, it makes sense, my Dealer OC would know too much to simply be set free.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?: ✧
My dedication to never being caught would be clearly a high-priority. I can say I’ve escaped KPD doing several crimes before, and when it comes to KPS. Unless it was solely for a good enough roleplay/story, I would never hand something like that over so easily.
So yes, I acknowledge the risks.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?: ✧
Of course, I prefer to keep such top-secret and unique roleplay kept quiet anyways. It makes the future roleplay and current, much more enjoyable for everyone.
Kurokawa leaned against the chair, his posture slumped. His finger-tips slid across the piece of paper before him, a soft hum escaping from him as his eyes traced the paper, why was he here? A small smirk grew, his jaw separating enough for his tongue to trace against the top-set of his teeth as he read.
Pencil spinning between his free-hand’s set of fingers.
[ICLY] INFORMATION:
“Oooh, gettin’ personal ‘r we? Cute…”
Full Legal Name: ✧
Touji Kurokawa.
His last name - (黒川) – "Black river.
“Chit-chat, chit-chat.”
Criminal Alias: ✧
He's had many names, fake, staged, etc.
Though for you, he’ll go by the Boogeyman.
A mythical creature typically used to frighten children into good behavior.
“It’s rude to ask someone their age, yeah?”
Age & Occupation: ✧
Born on October 1st, 1999, within the walls of St. Luke's Hospital in Tokyo; Japan.
Touji Kurokawa is currently 20.
(Though with this application, if accepted, he’d be 25. So youthful!)
To most, a mere member of a current yakuza family. Mainly, for the public, a servant of richer families.
He has his reasons.
“Gross.”
Gender & Marital Status: ✧
Male - he/him.
"I’d consider myself free - single."
“Why does that even matter?”
Ethnicity & Race: ✧
Half Korean, half Japanese.
His mother was born within South Korea, fleeing to Japan; Tokyo City. Meeting his father, who was raised in the city since birth, focusing on illegal businesses to acquire his cash. Illegal bars, brothels, loan-sharking, even childish scams and theft. All for whoever asked, of if he just craved an extra payroll.
Miss Kurokawa never became aware of this.
“Screw-off.”
Known Languages: ✧
Korean, Japanese, & English.
Though it’s a personal goal of his to learn more, and soon.
Mr. Kurokawa was stricken to keep Touji heavily focused on Japanese, and its culture. Preaching it’s all he truly needed in the world. But due to Touji's stubborn mother, he was taught with a touch of Korean tongue.
She was one thing Touji's father wouldn’t lay a hand upon, lucky her.
English became a simple bypass, picked up from tourists who spoke often and thought little… English was an awful language to learn, like, where does logic come into play? Touji's father hated it, and so does he.
“Details, details, details… Yall want it all, don’t ya’?”
Former Associations/Occupations: ✧
Bartender in… [REDACTED] | Yakuza Family; Masahiko. | Ex-Khang Family Caretaker & More. | Loan-Sharking. |
Touji worked within multiple brothels, bars, clubs, etc. His father’s tongue snaked and spoke within Touji’s mind, he was solely there to eliminate any target his father desired it seemed, he'd never forget that sole night... His talent and knowledge in drugs within the human body helped him slaughter people after a simple drink. This indeed, was shown. | Touji is currently taking part within a yakuza family that works for an upper-chair-man. In his sense, it was his way of laying low and adapting thoroughly on the streets of Karakura, learning all he can. His plans stretch farther than the medley family however. | Touji is no fool when it comes to taking upon roles, staging a personality around a certain scene. One he’s grown accustomed to is a caretaker, usually offering himself up to richer families as ways of laying low, stealing, or even taking out large-mannered targets. All usual scams he ran under his father's wishes throughout his life, back when he took such orders. | Not only has the yakuza requested Touji’s skills for the classic role; Loan-Sharking. But so did his Father, once again Touji’s father was the one who’d corrupt and shape the male's mind. He taught Touji the value of being terrifying, ruthless, and sly. His Father’s exact words, “These ‘r the keys to life, don’t lose them.” More roles he had to lay to be accepted by his father and siblings. Though he never killed anyone in this line of work. |
“Smarter than most.”
Highest Level of Education: ✧
Majors:
Master's Degree in Forensic Science.
Minors:
Business & Marketing.
"My life was, especially when it came to my unfortunate education. Was solely based around what my father demanded, for his illegal and criminal behaviors. He wished upon me that I’d take advantage of my youth, and learn."
"My rigorous studying and time into my education was a brutal task, as I wouldn’t consider myself a top-scoring student. I kept myself quiet, scoring overall as a decent C graded attendee, with the knowledge I now possessed, technically. My father was most pleased - I don’t even dare question how we paid for it all, my imagination sometimes ran wild with the thought. Because deep down, I knew."
"Though with these acquired skills, I now knew exact human anatomy, DNA profiling, blood types, and biological evidence scanning worked, including more such as detection of chemistry for drug identity, toxicology, and tracking evidence examining, principles such as trajectory evaluating, accident reconstruction, and understanding force dynamics with weapons. I always hated math, but statistics for data interpretation and probability in evidence matching now became another key tool of my mind. My father enjoyed the thought of me, being his own little lethal weapon."
"Crime investigation and tracking cases also came now with ease, my large sense of photo-memory allowing me to remember such techniques for securing, documenting, and collecting evidence, ****yzing fingerprints, footprints, and tool marks, detecting drugs, alcohol, poisons, or other chemicals in the body. The list goes on, all for my father’s commands & wishes."
"When it came to Business & Marketing, it was only to grasp a small skill-set upon the fundamentals of how businesses work, including management, finance, and entrepreneurship, alongside more, once more, seemingly all my effort was for my fathers desires. But who was I to argue?"
“Tick-tock, watch the clock…”
Physical/Mental Ailments: ✧
Mental Ailments:
Insomnia - A common sleep disorder that can make it hard to fall asleep or stay asleep. A disorder Touji has been suffering from since his early dawning of his teen years.
PTSD - A mental health condition caused by a traumatic event that affects your ability to function normally. Touji has had multiple episodes ever since his very first act with murder, the fire, the smoke, even the smell of burning flesh never seemed to become forgotten in his twisted brain.
Physical Ailments:
Scarring - Scars, they tell a story, perhaps not even consider something that would be considered a weakness. However, Touji was covered in them. His most notable one, covered via a large tattoo on his back. Long and slick, it traced against his skin, covered in ink, it still shined, thin and precise. Mixed with any source of light, it looked almost clean, polished to any presence. As well as a cut - slashed across his face, his left cheek to be exact. Sometimes, he swear he can remember the feeling, the blade traveling and ruining his skin...
Prosthetics - Ouch! His middle-finger upon his right hand was served, a clean cut-off from the base of the finger. Now filled and fixed, fluidity, almost natural looking, the joints click. It was sleek, lifelike, though of course, awfully eerie to anyone.
Heterochromia - Is when one's pair of eyes are different colors. Each may be a differ, either shades or other color variants, an usually harmless mutation. Ever since birth, his older brother and sister had teased Touji about his eyes. Though at least his mother thought otherwise, as his striking gaze was made up of one deep, dull brown like deep Earth, his other a piercing blue-gray, shimmering.
“They're all sizzlin’ with Satan.”
Known Family Members: ✧
Tsubasa Kurokawa, [Father]
[DEAD]
"WORK! If you fail to provide, you fail your family."
"I hated you, forget it. I’m done being your provider. May your ashes never spread, staying settled in the ruins of a place you called home."
Yoo Seul-Gi, [Mother]
[DEAD]
"I believe you’ll do great things hun, go be good, okay?"
"I would say I miss you, but that would fail multiple promises I made to myself. You left me every time, you died, I left on my own, and I’m alive."
Hoshi Kurokawa, [Older Brother; Twin of Hana]
[DEAD]
"Get up!"
"You can’t do anything without your sister, you're half the man father said you were, such a pity I didn't hear you scream, or your twin that night."
Hana Kurokawa, [Older Sister; Twin of Hoshi]
[DEAD]
"I wish Father would’ve stopped after me n’ Hoshi."
"You were nothing but a second burden in my life, I simply don't regret you and our brother's death. It was fair and square, right? Like father use to say occasionally..."
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail: ✧
Youji Kurokawa stood at an imposing 6'3", with a lean, athletic frame exuding an air of effortless grit and agility. A slender, well-defined waist emphasized his lithe form, Touji's jet-black hair cascaded in soft, tousled waves, framing his face—sharp features. His gaze revealed an unusual contrast: one a piercing blue, the other a rich, earthy brown, a rare heterochromia that only added to his enigmatic allure. A faint scar slashed diagonally across his left cheek, wonder where that was from?
His veiny hands, adorned with an endless array of rings—silver, gold, and gemstones—you name it, he probably had it! This all made simple sense, as his ears were also adorned with jewelry, one piercing being his most notable one; the tongue. Though a gleam would draw any attention to the metallic anomaly - his prosthetic middle finger on his right hand, its craftsmanship almost eerily lifelike. Touji's skin had the faint outline of a large, scarred tattoo plastered his back—a weathered cross, its ink appearing cracked and old, the black ink seemingly engulfed in dark, smoldering flames as well. It looked liked it was burned into him in a sense, carrying a heavy story behind him at all times.
Credit towards LuxidDream for the creation:
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail: ✧
Touji is a unique and complex human being, to put it as simply as possible. He could be derived up within the three units, as a sort of laced out blueprint - though a messy blueprint at that, scribbled and labeled all over.
“I’m not the only twisted thing, so is my mind.”
Mind:
Touji’s mind is twisted, ruthlessly torn from his innocence. His father made sure of such, his past has shown after his appearance with murdering… There was no stopping him, his mind constantly swirling with ideas, if they were good or bad? That was a question anyone could ask. His child-like mind is nothing but ashes at this date, he’s extremely slick and snake-like.
His family learned such.
Cold and faded, intimating even. He’d look as if he was constantly sizing anyone & everyone up, his mind like a rubix cube, flicking back-and-forth, trying to figure out you from the inside out. Touji’s father had made him think everyone is just a bug, either usable, edible, or for the boot to squash. Charming!
With his career and past knowledge, and now brutal lack of sympathy. Touji, when it came to how he thought, was murderous - thought there was one light left still buzzing, one that made him human deep down… His playful side, though sometimes dark, his mind would switch occasionally in a restricted manner.
“It still beats, what? Think ya’ can stop it?”
Heart:
One that was young and innocent, once long ago - now was raked in hatred and simply… Evil. Touji’s been through quite a lot, he is a man whose outer layer belies the intricate and treacherous maze of his inner world, somehow keeping his internal organs still inside of him, same couldn’t be said to multiple others he’s come to know - didn’t matter if he hated them or not. To the basic, untrained eye, he might seem composed, intelligent, and even charismatic—but beneath that polished exterior lies his tainted heart.
It lacked one true thing, love. His walls were built upon and around the precious organ, the only matter now to keep it working, to keep himself alive. There was no more room for anything or anyone else, no matter what he had to fake, he’ll do it. Whatever to keep himself alive, to keep his heart beating, and he sees something like the Black Market as a possibly perfect subject to take note of and join.
Though Touji may claim not to care for the suffering of others, trying to act sensible and even ‘normal.’ His actions often reveal a need for recognition and validation, warped as it may be, it was needed to survive. His deepest, darkest moments arise when he confronts his own humanity, or whatever remained of it. It’s what he views as his greatest flaw—a weakness to be eradicated at all costs. It's like he feasted on it fear.
Become stronger, build up the walls, keep the heart beating, survive.
“I have one. Don’t believe me? Maybe ya’ will when we’re in hell together.”
Soul:
Touji's soul is a warped masterpiece—a thing of sharp turns and bends, though having a jagged beauty of sorts. Shaped by pain and polished by malice, shiny! It thrives in the shadows, feeding on the suffering and weaknesses of others, sounds perfect for what he goes by, no? Yet, it is not mindless chaos…. Somehow, his darkness is deliberate, purposeful, and painfully self-aware, making his malevolence all the more terrifying. Nothing wrong with that, right…?
Pain is both his weapon and his muse, such an artist! Whether physical, emotional, psychological, or whatever else lay deep inside his soul. He views suffering as a canvas upon which he can leave his own masterpiece behind. To him, agony is not a thing to be feared but a simple truth to be used, wielded, and inflicted upon others. A tasty treat of sorts! Because deep down, that’s what they deserve, no matter who, or the cause, this is what the Boogeyman believes in.
The males soul operates on the belief that the world is a battleground, thanks to his father, thanks for that… Anyways, here only the ruthless survive, and to him that worked. In his darkness, he finds clarity—a singular purpose to rise above the chaos, no matter the cost, it was what he was taught, and beaten into regardless. He is not driven by a mere thirst for power or revenge, but by a deeply ingrained conviction, scarred into him, that to exist is to dominate, and to dominate is to transcend, and to transcend is to be free.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: ✧
In the neon-soaked alleys of Tokyo, where the city’s pulse beat loudest, a man consumed by hatred and the thrill of terror turned whispers of fear into his twisted symphony.
A story begins:
Chapter 1: The Start.
From the very start, Touji was a project, someone that to his father, was only birthed to become his personal pet, a snake at that if such could’ve been. To say he had it rough, well that was an understatement, with his older siblings, who were twins… Harassment and constant rough-housing was all he learned, even as a toddler. Weird how he could vividly remember such…
His social aspect upon life was a pitiful and weak one, barely able to socialize and make friends. Again, his siblings didn’t help, and such happened throughout his entire childhood. Besides that, he did in fact have his mother, who was the only real parent around for him. That was another factor he couldn’t connect with between him and his siblings, they were always off with his father, doing what he wouldn’t know–yet.
The streets of Tokyo City were no joke, as modern and impressive the city may be to a tourist, or a casual middle-class or higher family, such wasn’t the same for the Kurokawa family name. Touji lacked any information on his grandparents from his father’s side, nor with his mother. As she fled said family, wow… A Really nice setting for the young lad, right?
Him and his family lived in a simple apartment complex, though simple perhaps wasn’t the right term, as it was overly dull. So much so Touji could recall the memory of the time his siblings became awfully sick, due to a source of mold growing… That was probably one of the few times he felt stronger than his siblings, and also… Perhaps one of the first grimacing moments, as a dark thought crept across Touji’s mind - what if they died? How much better would life be? His father would grant him attention! And his mother, oh his poor mother, she’d be spared. Touji had nightmares that night however, resulting in him screaming bloody murder, though. No one came to check on the boy.
One day though, when the sun was near setting and Touji’s mother called him and his siblings in, his father arrived home unexpectedly around the same time, woah! Touji almost allowed a smile to jump upon his face - but instead, a fist did. As his older brother and sister; Hoshi & Hana. They ganged up on him, wanting to act on a daily tradition for poor Touji, beating the boy down so they’d have more leftovers for themselves, like hungry hyenas.
Wham! Bam! Pow! As Touji cried out, tears forming upon the little boy's face, he wept. Now bleeding via the lip and nose, he curled up in a ball, covered now with bruises and dirt, which was kicked up on him and soon his siblings strutted off, a casual business day for them! Soon, the sun had fully settled, and no one came out for the runt of the Kurokawa family… Though as he finally found his feet again, his dirty hands wiping away the almost dried stream of tears - BOOM! The door from his apartment-home burst open, his father stumbling out, muttering something. Touji caught a mere shot of his father tucking an envelope of sorts into a pocket, perking a brow Touji spoke out to his father - Touji wonders to this day how his life would be if he didn’t? If he didn't advert his fathers attention towards himself.
His father roared at him, telling the young boy to simply shut his trap, which he did. Though his father frowned, gazing at the plum Touji practically was with all the bruises, and soon Mr. Kurokawa stepped forward, kneeling down at his youngest son - looking him dead in the eyes. Touji will never forget what he told him that night, and as his father spoke, he also pointed towards a snapped beam, basically like a tiny, makeshift, wooden bat.
“Grab it, and beat the ones who beat ya’, till you see red, alright? Inform me after it’s done.”
Wow, what fatherly advice, but that was it, as Mr. Kurokawa raised to his feet, he walked off, towards the near neon-lit streets, off to do whatever he did. Shifting into the next morning, Touji did what his father advised, catching his brother and sister off-guard before breakfast the very next day, luring them, lying to them, setting a trap fully up. This was one of the first moments Touji’s mind began to twist, twist into a misshaped, terrifying tool.
To say it was quick is a lie, plain and simple. As Touji’s father came home, he could eye the bloodied concrete before their home’s door, and right as he walked in, there he was. Standing… What? Proudly? Indeed, he was on top of the world, greeting his father, Touji innocently squealing out! Explaining the redden scene to his father, who solely nodded and smirked… He had a plan for Touji alright, a dark, and seemingly endless one.
Chapter 2: Molding.
Years have passed since Touji’s apparent approval via his father. Who knows, he’d seen a lot more lately, joining him and his siblings when they left Mrs. Kurokawa home and out into the bustling streets of Tokyo. Touji felt alive in the streets, roaming and exploring every day with his family, it was odd… But he wasn’t complaining!
However, what they did on these little family-outing days was questionable. This is when Touji was given his second test via his father, as they stuck to the less busy alleys, his father crouched down before Touji and his siblings, lowering his voice and explaining a sudden plan, though this plan only seemed widly confusing to Touji. Weird enough, his siblings simply nodded a long, seemingly excited?
Touji was out of the loop, this wasn’t considered slow, but this had the boy puzzled, soon his siblings ran off, his father turning towards him, grabbing him with a sudden harsh grip, twisting his ear, naturally Touji cried out with a yelp!
“Listen up, it’s your time to go to the shrine, yeah? Want to be like ‘em, right? Want food tonight. Then listen up, your brother n’ sister will haggle at the store owner there.”
Tsubasa dragged Touji to the edge of the alley, showing him the shop he’d been talking about.
“When he’s chasing them out, it’s like clock work. I’ll go to retrieve them and apologize, you’ll squeeze in, we need ya’ smaller from to. Ya’ go in through his pet cat's animal door, then stuff your pockets, all the way! Whatever ya’ see n’ grab. Now, GO!”
This was it, somehow Touji was following orders, following in his siblings footsteps and becoming a little snake for his father, but… It was for his mother, right/ She knew about this, right? Either way, he couldn’t ponder, he had to make his father proud! It was amazing to Touji, watching the plan click into place so effortlessly, his jaw even dropped a little… Suddenly it was his turn! Seeing his father walk up to the older man, who seemingly was the owner of the mere shop. His father’s acting was violent, watching him slap both siblings in an act to look like he was discipling them, odd. Touji had now though snuck around the edge of the street, crouching down, then swiftly and quickly he scurried into the cat-door, boom!
He’d done it, he almost started to giggle - but no time to! Quickly he ran up and down the store's lanes, filling his tiny hands and pockets with all sorts of random items, admittedly most were candies that caught his childish eyes. Soon, he was a full-load, exiting the same way he came in, amazed his father had held the conversation with the owner. Touji instinctively found himself back in the alley they met. 20 minutes passing, almost on the dot, like it was a planned time? His father and siblings approached him, and there. His father, smirking like before, almost exactly the same smirk after he’d listen to him the first time. Touji had completed his first ‘job’ assigned.
Poor Touji, this was his childhood, only the mere start, practically forgetting everything. Only interested in what his father had planned, he was like a dog. Do what you’re told, and you get a treat & praise, that’s all Touji ever wanted back then.
Chapter 3: Wash Up.
Touji Kurokawa was now in his late teens, somehow he’d made it, graduating high school to his fathers orders and his mothers wishes. His siblings were still around as well, both were drop-outs and had zero chance of going to any higher education, not like his father minded. They were his perfect little tools after all, the brawn, while he planned Touji out as the brains.
The Kurokawak children were slick, snarky, clever, and even lethal… Well that last part only held towards the siblings. Touji on the other hand, has not been asked, or needed to commit such crimes. Though that was about to change, all on one horrifying evening, the one that would really start Touji down his path, his path to developing into the Boogeyman.
Touji’s father had been working with multiple bars and brothels, such as plenty down in the musty streets on the lower-income end of Tokyo City. People did anything for cash down here, and Mr. Kurokawa was no exception, which only meant a looming curse for Touji. Tsubasa had locked in tight with a bar, a rather large one at that, somehow getting Touji to lie under his name, and fake being another person entirely, this was one of Touji’s first fake names, personalities, and backstories.
An actor, that was what Touji was within the bar, serving as a local and loyal bartender for the bar's owner, who was a rather rugged, fat old man, one who definitely had a drinking problem. The scene was a poor influence upon Touji’s mindset, constantly seeing drunken folks cry, fight, and worse… Well it wasn’t pleasing, but it was under his father’s wishes, so he must, yes?
Touji didn’t understand the angle his father was playing, soon finding himself distant again from his father, and even his siblings, though he didn’t mind avoiding the twins.
The night, after stealing a bottle for himself and closing up the bar, he’d locked the door tight, soon starting his usual walk home. Same sidewalk, same street lamps, same nightfall-noises. All was well, of course, that couldn’t last for Touji, right? As a shift in movement could be heard behind him for a mere second, before the boy could react - he was out cold.
Touji awoke, soaking wet, from what? His sweat, the rain? Must be the rain… As it poured, the brick walls beside him filtered out the rain as it trickled down. The youngest Kurokawa had found himself in quite the predicament. Masked men stood high above him, as he flopped and struggled against the binds - shoot, zip ties. Gagged and weak, Touji was beaten throughout the night, mercilessly becoming a victim to the masked men until dawn broke. This indeed, is how h also acquired the scar upon his left cheek.
This was the worst he’s had it yet.
Chapter 4: Lurking.
Weeks had passed, and soon Touji was released from the local hospital, the same one he was born in - anyways! The male's father had erupted into a mad scram, according from his mother - his siblings and father were practically never around. This struck Touji harder than even himself expected, was it over? Had he failed his father?
His mother described what the men had done, robbing him and trashing the bar he’d work from - it clicked. That’s what Touji’s father was all fired up about, the bar. Of course it was about business & money, not his own son.
Later that same night, the rest of the Kurokawa family in fact did return home, only there for the food and beds it seemed. Though within the middle of the dark night, Touji’s father had smuggled himself and Touji out, now speaking to Touji; one on one. When has that ever gone wrong?
Touji’s father cleared his throat, speaking out. “We’re getting them back son, they ruined us,” Us, that was the word that took Touji into a small spiral of confusion, did his father truly care perhaps? Not like it mattered now, as he zoned in on the rest of his father’s words… Only finding himself wordless, what his father desired was beyond what Touji thought he could do.
But would he do it? Of course.
Another week had passed since Touji and his father discussed, the plan still rolled over within Touji’s mind. He questioned it all, but this was it, no? A time to strike back, earn his keep once again! Touji, his siblings, and his father entered the bar, to say it was worse for wear was an utter understatement. Though it was full, somehow every table but one was taken, all eyes upon them. Touji strolled towards the bar counter, simply, preparing drinks…
After Touji has passed out maybe, 20, perhaps more? Setting drinks upon the so-called guest, they seemed to be in deep conversation with the rest of Touji’s family. The youngest Kurokawa sat besides the rest of his family, excluding his poor, innocent mother.
The conversation echoed between yelling, negotiating, even laughing. Though soon, they drank, every single one of them besides the Kurokawa’s themselves.
5 minutes and exactly 37 seconds passed, that’s all it took, before they all dropped. Completely out like lights. Touji’s siblings giggled and cackled, instantly starting the process of dancing around, pouring gasoline of abundance around the bars walls, tables, floors, and guests…
Time passed, soon they all stepped out of the door, Touji’s father grabbed a sole match. With a simple flick, a spark ignited. With that, he tossed it into the walls of the bar, setting it all ablaze. The screams only lasted for around a dozen minutes, every single one of the Kurokawa’s smiled beside Touji. In fact, he started to crack, a sudden jolt within him as he hurled, perhaps the smell of cooked flesh wasn’t his favorite.
Chapter 5: Suffer.
It only got worse after that, months passed on, and soon Touji was relieved. Living out a good portion of his life within college. He never became awfully social or even really friendly. The mere fact of episodes becoming a daily for him, taking him back to that moment. The moment the fire was set, the drinks were drunk, and when he slipped and drugged each of those drinks… Worst of all, somehow he couldn’t find the feeling of guilt rising in him, was this due to the brainwashing from his father?
It was Christmas eve, and Touji had returned home to his family. They significantly improved their life-style since he’s left, he supposed it was all the dirty-income. Ever since the fire, the competition was nonexistent for his brother and siblings.
A family dinner was prepped, thanks to good ‘ol Mrs. Kurokawa’s cooking, Touji missed this, though for him. Like most things, it would all go upside. Only a couple dozen minutes had passed and the harassment of his siblings started, so much so his father violently slammed the table, shutting them all up. He handed a razor-sharp knife, a kitchen one from the looks of it to Hoshi, giving him a sole nod. Touji was confused, like always it seemed - before his gaze widened as he watched as his brother with one swift motion, lifted the hand which grasped the knife and slammed it down onto right-hands middle finger, slicing it off without a second thought.
Touji’s mother screamed first, then Touji did himself, instantly reaching out in an act to defend himself, though now it became a three on one, as his father and siblings started to beat him violently. It was like looking into a time machine, nothing had changed.
Touji was right back to how he was back then, soon, the beating only lasting a few minutes, though feeling like hours for Touji. He was chucked out of the front door, not even reclaiming how so… He could hear his father call out,
“Don’t return, not until you graduate, that’s your job. Like back then, you do as told.”
A slammed door was the next thing Touji heard, before passing out, using his clothing he wore at the time to cover his finger, wrapping around it tightly, he wept. Time passed however, and he found his feet, stumbling off, he could hear crying from outside, sounding like his mother… But one thing was clear, she hadn’t come out to help, like always, she never attempted to truly be his mother. So now this left him with one, sole thought. His mind now fully twisted and lost, his morals shredding away. Any ideas he had set, were lost in an instant - he would return. A new idea popped in that messed up little head of his, but what was it? Only Satan knew, and he was probably laughing in glee.
Chapter 6: Grave Digging.
It was late, how late? Touji didn’t know, nor did he care. Darkness was his friend, one of the many lessons his father taught him, he wasn’t masked. A show is what he wanted to put on, terror is what he craved. All bruised and beaten, only mere days it seemed since he was kicked out, fully abandoned, no. He was done taking orders.
There wasn’t a sense of empathy, as he locked picked into his own home, no. His old home, once more using a skill his dear ‘ol father taught him, only one of the many Mr. Kurokawa would regret shortly.
Touji reached the dark house, all lights off. Soon his grasp found what he was looking for, the knife. The exact one, pulling it out from the kitchen knife rack, he trailed the home. It was larger, cleaner than what he was used to. The money must’ve helped, it explains how he was being paid for in student loans. Weird, loans. Touji was still in college technically, lucky for him, he was still on a winter break… Unfortunate for the rest of the souls within the walls of this fake home.
The youngest, soon the last. Kurokawa opened the door, peeking in. It was his soundlessly sleeping older siblings, the twins. A gleeful smirk instantly grew upon his expression. Not even Touji himself knew how, he supposed he was enjoying this. Feeling the power over people he’d never had. A small flashback striking his mind as he thought back to when he first stood up to them, listening to his father - not like it mattered anyone.
Touji gracefully slit their throats, taking his plentiful time with each victim. It was an awful mess, but he found it beautiful, no! Gorgeous, was he insane for this? Maybe, no. No he wasn’t, as he pushed the thought out, he moved on.
The next room was his parents, he almost felt a rise of pity, seeing how his parents faced away from each other, but it wasn’t his concern anymore. Nothing was, nothing related to this family at least. Touji debated on waking his father, wanting to watch the life drain from his gaze, but he huffed. Going against it and playing it smart, like he should, right!?
Like rolling back minutes before. His knife has cut open their soft throats, slowly losing their breaths in their sleep, drowned in blood.
He had done it, Touji stood in the darkness, surprisingly not an ounce of blood on him, only on the knife’s sharp blade. He found that funny for a sick reason, whoever knows why. He cleaned the blade with his own source of equipment, quickly and swiftly he’d recreate what his family had done in the bar, drenching it in gas, then setting it ablaze. Almost a mirror picture of how his father had done it…
Chapter 7: Finisher.
Months have passed once again, Touji Kurokawa was never claimed guilty and charged for the murders of his family. Using his education as an escape, acting, like his father had made him do in dozens of different roles. Finding himself free, he left Tokyo, wanting to act in silence and lay low.
This is when he found it, the island, the place that held the town of Karakura on its landscape.
Touji had found an apartment, continued his studies, and even finding himself a somewhat family of sorts, joined up now with the Masahiko family, a smaller yakuza wing for a larger family. Plans, goals, and all sorts of delightful ideas flooded his mind, not fully twisted into the horrible thing it was today.
Through one fateful night, exploring the town with his best friend, the darkness. He witnessed it, a masked man barreling down the sewers, clearly after something. Touji stalked them, and soon laid eyes upon one: A Dealer.
From there on, this story is set in flames, burning away in embers. As Touji Kurokawa had a new goal, a sole one at that.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
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This was a pity, wasn’t it? Depended on who was asked. As a male awoke. Strapped within a chair, a lone soul in the darkness, not an ounce of light within. But there was noise, water trickling down the rough, cracked stone walls. Dripping upon the cold stone floor. Along that, there was more. Often metallic clicks or echoes suggest something far away is moving, falling, being dragged? It was a mystery, one whose source was impossible to locate. Tiny, light scuttering, as if small creatures—rats or insects—are moving about in the filth. There was more, but the male's breathing was the loudest, a cough escaping him time and time, enhanced by the somewhat-silence, and his fast heartbeat echoed faintly against the stone walls, floor, and ceiling. The beings mouth wasn’t gagged, and so resulted in a faint cry of help, “Hello…?” Well that was sad, as his calls were met with no response. Why? Why was he here, it’s all the male could think, and with a sudden, violent jolt, he tried to break free. Of course to no avail, the knots were tied upon his wrist, ankles, and even his neck to the back of the rusty ‘ol chair he sat on. Whoever did it, well… They’ve done it before. He began to cry, the man’s cries weren’t awfully loud, but persistent - a sound born from his desperation and fear. That may seem awful, but someone wanted such, they wanted the fear. Why? Another question. Occasionally, he chokes on his own sobs, his lungs calling for air, his face shifting as he forms new tears. He mutters something under his breath, was it pleading for release or forgiveness? Whatever it was, the male had seemingly broken–perfect. This is what happens when you mess up the plans of a monster, a creature who was accepted into something larger than himself, if you made him fail or look childish… The scene was a perfect example. Suddenly, the room filled with a faint light, including noise. The noise screeched into the room, sounding of rusted metal, those hinges definitely needed some oil, stat! A slick-suited man walked in, masked latching upon his skull. A muffled voice now spoke out, “Hello. My little rat, feeling cozy?” In a swift motion, the masked-man raised a foot, launching his boot straight into the gut of the victim. Who, in result, screamed out in shattering pain! “My name is the Boogeyman, n’ I see you’ve met my friend. The darkness.” The apparent Boogeyman cackled out, running a gloved hand down his mask, soon he let out a low sigh. He grabbed a chair of his own, setting it up to face the other male. The Boogeyman sat within its seat, clicking his tongue. Note, the door was still open, still shining in the dim light of what seemingly looked like an lantern of sorts. Hung from the ceiling. The Boogeyman spoke out, “Do ya’ know why this is happenin’ to ya’, eh?” Though he wore a mask, it was clear, his gaze was all over the tied up male, sizing him up? Or perhaps admiring? The male shook his head. The Boogeyman clapped! Seemingly happy with the useless response, leaning in, a gloved hand found the victim's face, grabbing his jaw, his finger-tips harshly latching onto the tied-mans skin. Ouch! A rise in tempo, as yelling now filled the room… “YOU. SCREWED. ME. OVER.” The Boogeyman’s voice screamed out, the mask still causing it to sound muffled, though it was audibly raw in a sense. He stood, the chair he sat in, now flying back and toppling over. The anger and hostile behavior was short-lived, as the Boogeyman sighed once again, letting go of the victim's face. He ran both hands down his masked face, only a sole sound could be heard. A laugh. Ragged outbursts that echoed like shattering glass, a sound both chaotic and unhinged. The tied-man was speaking up again, pleading once more. “Please, please… I didn’t know-” A fist met the male's face, slugging into him - a cry of pain shrieking out of him. The Boogeyman snaked forward, leaning in real close this time, his right hand raised, gently caressing the forehead of the victim. He spoke, tone lowered and hushed, barely a whisper. His left hand seemed to reach for an object underneath his black attire… “Well. Now ya’know, right?” The Boogeyman could feel the male nod, his temple rubbing against his grasp, upon the thick material, laced into a glove. A violent shift in movement had now spurred though, the Boogeyman clawing into the male's skull, holding it in place. Raising his left hand, a tightly-knitted knuckle formed, slamming once more into the victim's face, knocking him out clean. The man's body slackened suddenly, his skull lolling forward, though slightly hung-up still due to the rope around via his neck. His shoulders dropped, pulling against the tightly-knotted ropes, binding him to the chair, while his chest fell still, no longer trembling with consciousness . The Boogeyman stepped back, swinging a sole boot into a leg of the chair, tipping it over, and as it clanged into the floor with the male's body tied to it. The Boogeyman unsheathed a slick blade, and as it shined barely against the timid lantern-light. A sickening crunch and slice could be heard as the blade dove into the male's skull. Ending it. The Boogeyman called out, “Get in ‘ere n’ clean the mess, and my blade.” A clang could be heard as he dropped the bloodied weapon. “Yes… Sir!” A shy, softened tone entered the room now, as another dressed in black, also a masked man entered. The Boogeyman started to walk off, turning on a dime towards the door. A small shift in movement occurred, as he raised a palm, the same one which grasped a murder weapon only mere moments ago. Setting it on the associate's shoulder. He spoke towards his little associate. “Now ya’know as well. Don’t ruin this all for me, or yourself, got it? Peace n’ love!” A puny chuckle left him, as he let go and finally exited the room. “We’re openin’ soon again, be ready.” There were only a few noises upon the room again, though this time it lacked one; The victim's breathing. |
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: ✧
This is probably the biggest thing I’ve applied for - but also, my most wanted and desired. I acknowledge I’m no short of competition for this position Though while making this, and finishing it. I found myself enjoying it, conjuring this all up into application form and now posting it. Doing all this? It's been a dream since learning what the Black Market first ever was.
Touji Kurokawa is a wildcard, hopefully a fresh source of youth within the Black Market. His endless ability to end up thriving within the faction is a goal of mine, one I greatly wish to seek out. Though if so also became the end of his story, so be it, because who wouldn’t want an amazing ending such as?
This path is his rightful stage, I want to expand his story, which lacked empathy and flooded with pain and trauma has shaped him into this monster.
Will he be unleashed?