❀ Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
❀ IGN:
[MAIN] rosarei [APPLYING]
[ALT] Kaylarei
[ALT] Kaylasei
❀ Describe your activity on the server:
I'm someone who is considered very active. I have a relatively loose schedule, which means I am available from 6 PM to 11 PM on Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Then from 3PM to 11PM on Wednesday. However, on Friday and Saturday, I am available much longer, Friday from 5PM to 2AM, then Saturday from 12PM to 2AM. Though I am available at these times, I am not exactly on Minecraft all of the time; however, I am available, meaning I can get on for anything at any moment. This schedule is also adjustable on holidays, especially the summer holiday, where I will be WAY more active as I have no life. I am also able to push back my schedule if I need to attend a BMD meeting or such.
Additionally, I have been in various previous factions. My first ever faction on School Role-Play was the Professor Faction, a faction that holds near and dear to my heart. My second faction was the Council Faction, which was the second-best faction that I have ever joined. I was introduced to lots of spontaneous, on-the-spot DetailRP and was involved with a large player base, especially during school events, which I helped navigate. For example, I was in charge of the speed dating booth during one of the school events, and I'd say I rocked it. The best faction I ever joined was the Government faction. Becoming a lawyer has changed my insight on the server massively. I have been DetailRP-ing WAY more and have been introduced to so much lore, which I love.
❀ Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
@rosarei1 is my Discord, and I do have a microphone
❀ Specify your country of origin and time zone:
France, GMT +1 (CEST)
❀ What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
There are many reasons as to why I would like to become a Black Market Dealer. In the past, I have wanted to apply for this position, but I have never actually done so. This was mainly due to me thinking I wasn't good enough for the position, and I wasn't confident in myself. However, since the last wave, I feel like I have grown as a Crime Role-Player, Gang Role-Player and as a whole person. I have gotten more familiar with the rules and feel that I can handle myself if I become a Black Market Dealer.
There are more reasons as to why I would like to integrate the Black Market faction. One of them is mainly thanks to Koly. Back when I decided I was going to start up a gang, during the preparation phase, I decided that my gang was not going to be the typical gang which pleases the Black Market and listens to everything they say and obeys their orders. Instead, I decided that I wanted my gang and gang members to oppose it. I wanted to bring some diversity into the community, as I had not seen a gang during that period opposing the Black Market. After I decided to do this, I was unsure of how to start, so I dm'd Koly and asked if we could perhaps plan a mini-event. I gave my event suggestion, and he liked it. I admit I was nervous for the event, unsure as to how it would exactly work out in the end, but thanks to me embracing my nervousness, the event turned out to be really fun and memorable, especially for my gang members and me. Since then, I had decided that if I would become a Black Market Dealer, I would offer Gangs the same option; not all newer gangs are led by recognised and experienced leaders, some need help in getting noticed. So as a Black Market Dealer, I will strive to plan events with gangs, big or small and get them known. I think that everyone in the community should get the same opportunities as others.
Another reason as to why I'm applying is my activity and desire for role-play. If I am accepted as a Black Market Dealer I can assure you that I will spend a lot of time on that character, it's true that I am in another faction like the government one, where I am currently a lawyer, but on my first month i exceeded quota expectations by 400% which makes me confident that I will be able to role-play a lot across both factions. I strive to create a lore-driven backstory for every single one of my characters. This is also another reason which makes me turn towards this faction. I know for a fact that Black Market Dealers are busy, they do things, and they role-play quite a good amount. I love role-play, which makes me think I will fit perfectly in the faction.
❀ What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
What sets me apart from other applications and what I could provide to the team is my drive for role-play, lore and activity. I also really want to help the crime community where I can. Additionally, I have seen Black Market Dealers interact with criminals ICLY and have interacted myself a few times with them too. I think that my timezone makes me stand out, since I am active during peak European hours and peak American hours. This shows that I can host openings which would be convenient for the majority of the server; it also means I would be able to attend most BMD meetings, and have a broad schedule to plan things out. Something else that sets me apart from others is my long-term character development. I'm not joining the faction to change characters every so often and simply wipe lore away, but I am here to build my character up and never stop role-playing. I believe that there isn't a point where a character is fully developed; new things happen all the time in SRP, different things can happen, which would make my character's lore richer and deeper. Basically, I'm not joining to leave after a few months but to stay for as long as I can, which is hopefully a couple of years, maybe more. I also want to help achieve a better Crime and Gang community. I'm not saying that the community is bad at the moment, but it could definitely be improved, and I want to be more involved in improving it. I believe that if anything, the community has significantly improved.
❀ What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I have various different experiences which show how I work in a team. I'll list the major ones regarding SRP in chronological order.
In the past, when I was in GangRP, I used to be in a few different gangs, but the two major ones, the ones where I spent the most time, were Sinnerous, which rebranded into Manhanto and Shintou Kai, which rebranded into 9 Stars. These two gangs were the major ones where I had acquired a Higher-Up status. Now, becoming a Higher-Up brought me Out Of Character and In Character responsibilities. From an Out Of Character point of view, I was in charge of helping think of events, hosting trainings, maintaining member activity and helping resolve minor issues. Most of these Out Of Character duties overlap with In Character responsibilities. So when hosting gang trainings, I would have to In Character actually teach things. My character would explain things to those who attend the training, and after the explanation, play out a small scenario. However, I had other duties In Character that I didn't necessarily have Out Of Character, like helping out members if they were being attacked and representing the gang. I would sometimes take meetings within the previous turf or meet with other important individuals. Then, at some point, I decided to leave whichever gang I was currently in to create my own: The Carallo Clan. My gang grew slightly and at some point we reached 20 members in total, however me and my second in command didn't feel like we were ready, we wanted more experience so we ultimately decided to disband, however I was not going to dump my members and tell them to figure their next path out by themselves, so I contacted a few gang leaders and asked if they would let my members in, which they agreed. To this day, I still speak to some former members of The Carallo Clan and offer advice regarding GangRP and CrimeRP.
Between the months of September and October, I decided I was done with GangRP, so I decided to leave and wanted to explore other factions and other Role-Plays. However, around mid-October, I went back into GangRP for the sole purpose of lore and DetailRP. For the first time, I had joined a Yakuza; the Tsu Clan was a gang unlike any I had ever been in. The gang was primarily interested in role-play and lore. Around that time, I also applied for the Student Council, where I had been put on pending due to limited slots. Right at the beginning of November, my application was accepted, and I became a Councillor. Becoming a councillor introduced me to an entirely different faction, a faction without a paycheck. It was slightly like when I was a Professor but still incredibly different in its own way. Shortly after I became a councillor, I helped with different events. During a Gala, I was put in charge of the speed dating booth, where I would say I did a pretty good job. Then, on another occasion, I was in charge of a stall during an event for the Photography club. Entering the Student Council faction exposed me to a more lore and story-driven faction instead of one where I must gather quota and then receive a pay-check. I loved the faction and applying to it is still one of the best decisions I have ever made.
Around the month of January, I was notified by the previous CEO of Sashiko Corporation that she was going to give the company to someone, and she would let every single employee of the server apply for the CEO position. After a week or so, I was dm'd by Hedeon. She told me that my application had stood out the most and congratulated me on becoming the new CEO of Sashiko Corporation. The second I got accepted, I started working. It took me about a week to rebrand the entire Discord without wiping Hedeon's legacy. Then I dm'd every single employee who was in the company, asking if they wanted to stay or leave. Those who wanted to leave left, and those who wanted to stay stayed. In addition, I brought to the team my two COOs, these two people who I hold near and dear to my heart, helped me bring a bunch of new employees over and higher-ups. Now, I work with others to make the company operational. I work with members of the Management team, overseeing applications, employee management, and possible surveys to see how things are doing. Then, I also work closely with the Leadership team to create events for the entire server, oversee the management team, and manage the entirety of the server.
❀ What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
I have a few suggestions that I think would help the crime faction improve. I feel like if members of the Black Market started interacting more with gangs without involving permissions, I feel like many gangs want to role-play with the Black Market but solely for permissions. I think the crime faction will heavily improve if there would be more criminal interactions, not necessarily only with the Black Market but more gangs interacting with each other. I think that Nexus should start being used way more and I think that the Sōzōsha Network should receive a bigger spotlight, their ideas are good and I think that more people should get involved in that Network, it would heavily help the faction.
NEW WEAPON;
Now, something else which I think which would help the faction is a new weapon.
ORGANISED GANG ONLY
SURUJIN
PRICE: ¥450,000
RANGE: 6 blocks
K.O. (HOW MANY HITS?): Cannot KO
MUGGABLE (Y/N): Yes
The Surujin is a long chain with an iron ball at the end, it can disarm an individual's weapon, trip them or even break bones.
PERMISSIONS REQUIRED?: Majors
The way it would disarm weapons is that the chain would wrap around the weapon and using the individual’s weight, they would pull the weapon towards them (if roll successfully high enough).
Now, something else which I think which would help the faction is a new weapon.
ORGANISED GANG ONLY
SURUJIN
PRICE: ¥450,000
RANGE: 6 blocks
K.O. (HOW MANY HITS?): Cannot KO
MUGGABLE (Y/N): Yes
The Surujin is a long chain with an iron ball at the end, it can disarm an individual's weapon, trip them or even break bones.
PERMISSIONS REQUIRED?: Majors
The way it would disarm weapons is that the chain would wrap around the weapon and using the individual’s weight, they would pull the weapon towards them (if roll successfully high enough).
MORE CRIME EVENTS;
I think a bunch of new events could be really fun. The following event ideas are really rough ideas, which could be worked on.
Manhunt:
I think a manhunt would be really fun, is maybe if a rival criminal who is opposed to the Black Market hacked into the Ikigai administrative system and sent in a post against a member of the Black Market, stating that anyone who would provide the most information regarding that character would receive a cash prize of 1,500,000 yen. Perhaps the individual has had a dispute with the Dealer and wants revenge, so they get others to do his dirty work for money.
Black Market Auction:
Why not have the Black Market host an auction where criminals can bid for certain items, what if some very rare custom weapons and masks were sold for prices. Maybe over the years individuals of the Black Market have collected rare weapons and masks which could be sold for huge amounts of money, or perhaps gang leaders want to get on the Black Market's good side by donating some of these rare treasures (custom weapons or ballistic face masks). There would be rules to this auction, don’t alert the Karakura Police Department about this, don’t fight within the auction, don’t disturb the flow of the auction.
I think a bunch of new events could be really fun. The following event ideas are really rough ideas, which could be worked on.
Manhunt:
I think a manhunt would be really fun, is maybe if a rival criminal who is opposed to the Black Market hacked into the Ikigai administrative system and sent in a post against a member of the Black Market, stating that anyone who would provide the most information regarding that character would receive a cash prize of 1,500,000 yen. Perhaps the individual has had a dispute with the Dealer and wants revenge, so they get others to do his dirty work for money.
Black Market Auction:
Why not have the Black Market host an auction where criminals can bid for certain items, what if some very rare custom weapons and masks were sold for prices. Maybe over the years individuals of the Black Market have collected rare weapons and masks which could be sold for huge amounts of money, or perhaps gang leaders want to get on the Black Market's good side by donating some of these rare treasures (custom weapons or ballistic face masks). There would be rules to this auction, don’t alert the Karakura Police Department about this, don’t fight within the auction, don’t disturb the flow of the auction.
CRIME BUSINESS REVIVAL;
I think that it's a very big shame that the Crime Clinic was scrapped as it was a service which offered criminals an alternative place to get treated other than the hospital. I think it should be brought back once more but perhaps this time should be used to treat other wounds too. Crime Clinicians would log every single treated patient and try to get information out of them at the same time, how they get hurt, where, from what criminal organisation are they, if any. And every time they would log this information and feed it to Black Market Dealer in charge of the Crime Clinic which then will be given to the Dealer who is in charge of Prowlers.
❀ Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am familiar with all rules regarding weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct of School Role-Play as I actively reread through the rules to make sure I maintain my understanding of them. Additionally, I always read through every help message in the crime discord.
❀ 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 am aware that if at any point I leave the Black Market, the faction leader will have permanent kill permissions on my character.
❀ Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
I understand that if any of my character(s) is/are arrested permanently or killed, I will be removed.
❀ Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
I acknowledge that I cannot leak any OOC plans or potential additions to the black market.
credits to @esternity_ (the watermark disappeared for some reason?)
In-Character (IC) Section
❀ Full Legal Name:
Ryo’s gaze swept across the entirety of the room, his eyes moved slowly, and he checked for corners, exits and any strange shadow which could compromise his safety.
“The name’s Ryo Jin-Ryuk Muhito.”
His voice came out cold, not in a rude way but in a way that would suggest that he doesn’t show emotion much. Then, he reached into his bag and pulled something out. Ryo opened his Hong Kong passport and presented it to the interviewer.
❀ Criminal Alias:
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“I go by Ghost.”
Ryo would temporarily close his eyes, thinking of why he chose the alias, and memories of the bullying in London came rushing back. They used to say it as an insult, but for him it turned into a weapon. Ryo adjusted himself in the chair, ready for whatever the next question would be.
❀ Age & Occupation:
“Twenty-three.”
His voice was flat; the number meant nothing to him.
“I work at my mother’s restaurant, Akai Sora.”
He vaguely gestured towards the city; somewhere inside it lay the Akai Sora restaurant.
“I also manage finances for some companies. But not on paper.”
He straightened his jacket’s cuff.
“During the day, I manage the waiters. During the night, I do other things.”
He did not elaborate; he did not need to.
❀ Gender & Marital Status:
“Male.”
Ryo didn’t hesitate to say it; it was something that followed him all his life. Then he paused.
“I’m not married, I’ve never even dated someone before. That requires time and trust, I don’t trust easily, nor do I have the time.”
He did not mention Oliver, even though the thought rested in her mind.
“I don't believe in happy endings.”
❀ Ethnicity & Race:
Ryo answered a little too quickly.
“I’m mixed, Japanese from the Jin-Ryuk bloodline and Hong Konger from the Muhito family. My father gave me my Japanese half and my mother my Hong Konger half.”
He paused for a moment, as if actually thinking about it.
“It made me stand out in Europe. I never truly belonged, but that’s alright.”
❀ Known Languages:
“I know how to speak Japanese, English, Italian, Sicilian and Cantonese.”
He counted on his fingers, then he suddenly stopped.
“My mother taught me Japanese when I was young, English was taught to me in London, Italian and Sicilian from.. Vincenzo and Cantonese in Hong Kong.”
He smiled darkly.
“I was always taught to believe that language is a tool, and Vincenzo taught me that the more tools I have, the more useful I am.”
❀ Former Associations/Occupations:
A slow exhale escaped his lips.
“Let’s start with boarding school in London.”
The muscles in his jaw tightened painfully, but his neutral expression did not waver.
“I helped run Vincenzo’s organisation.”
A pause came from Ryo; he didn’t close his eyes, he didn’t want to remember seeing Vincenzo die before him.
“In Tokyo, I ran a crew and now in Karakura I work as a manager, at night I also manage money for people who don’t want to be recognised by the government.”
❀ Highest Level of Education:
“I have acquired a master’s degree in Criminology.”
Ryo let those words hang in the air before speaking once more. He spoke as if it were an admission instead of an achievement.
“I was forced to go to university; smart criminals live longer than the strong ones.”
His gaze locked onto the interviewer’s eyes.
“It’ll help me for this position.”
❀ Physical/Mental Ailments:
Silence reigned over the atmosphere in the room, longer than necessary.
“I have no physical ailments.”
He paused and then exhaled. His eyes drifted towards the window; they did not return to the interviewer.
“In Italy, they said I had insomnia; I haven’t slept properly since I was twelve.”
He pondered for a moment before adding to his point.
“They also said I have PTSD.”
Ryo didn’t name Oliver; he didn’t need to.
“They wanted to put me on medication, Vincenzo said no, so I won't.”
Ryo didn’t say anything else; he simply straightened his cuff once more.
❀ Known Family Members:
Muhito Family Tree;
Jin-Ryuk Family Tree;
❀ Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Jin-Ryuk Muhito Ryo stands before you at an impressive height of 6'7" with an equally astonishing muscular body. The sun shines on his medium-light, warm-undertone skin. His slightly messy, tousled, thick dark brown hair. His well-shaped and full eyebrows make his deep, dark brown eyes stand out even more. His straight nose and thin lips suit his face perfectly, along with a bit of light facial hair. His left eyebrow bears a thin scar, which fades with age. Ryo has a sharp jawline and high, noticeable cheekbones. His expression is usually unreadable and neutral; he is rather focused than inviting. The male dresses in dark suits and always looks professional. His expensive appearance stands out without coming across as ostentatious. Despite being merely twenty-three years old, when you look into his eyes, you see that he carries the weight of a fifty-year-old. The hands on his body are clean, but constantly covered with thin gloves to avoid the authorities getting his fingerprints. Ryo walks silently; his steps make no sound, his gestures minimal, only used when efficient. A scent of expensive Dior cologne and coffee follows him. The twenty-three-year-old has no tattoos; he doesn't want to give his family another reason to disown him.
❀ Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
In utter privacy, Ryo is and feels hollow.
He often sits in silence by a window, watching as the city of Karakura moves without him. His house is minimal; he has a bed, a desk, and a locked chest. He does not own any photographs, no evidence that he had been there, let alone lived in his house.
When Ryo sleeps, he doesn’t dream often, but when he does, he dreams of Oliver’s face, Oliver’s laugh. A laugh which he will never forget. Then, at times, he dreams about the fire that consumed the restaurant his grandmother worked in.
Most of the time, he reads books, legal documents, criminology texts, and knowledge is power, and power is reputation. Ryo never reads fiction; books about fiction are books without a single fact behind them, books that spread lies and fake ideas.
Something he doesn’t do is drink. Ryo has never touched alcohol in his entire life, because alcohol dulls one's senses, and Ryo’s senses are the only weapons that he can rely on. It’s one of his greatest weapons. What he does drink is coffee, black, bitter coffee.
At times, he thinks about his mother. When he does, he goes to her restaurant, watches or works, or attends a shift as a manager. But most of the time, he simply looks from afar, as distance is easier.
Since the day he left London, he hasn’t cried; perhaps it's because he forgot how to, forgot how to feel.
He doesn’t mind being alone; he likes it when no one is watching, when he is nothing, and he doesn’t need to perform for others, when he doesn’t need to conceal his identity. He likes sitting in silence, alone with his thoughts.
Whilst working, Ryo turns into a completely different, unrecognisable person.
Ryo is calm, unshakable. He doesn’t flinch when something chaotic and dangerous happens around him. If people pull weapons out, such as katanas, he doesn’t usually fear them because he knows he has weapons that match that scale. Everything he does has a purpose; he doesn’t move for nothing, he does not pace nor raise his voice often, and when he does, everyone listens.
The man is naturally intimidating, even without weapons or threats; people look at him differently; he doesn’t need to shout for people to listen; they just do.
Ryo is someone who watches; he looks at how people act around him and at how they act around others, he knows when someone is lying to him, and he notices every small detail.
One thing he doesn’t do is hesitate. The man isn’t someone who usually trembles in fear, but he also knows when not to let his judgment get clouded; he knows when to back down from a fight.
Though Ryo doesn’t like violence, he is ruthless when necessary; he never hesitates. He’s not afraid to do anything if it needs to be done; has someone stolen one of his crates and disrespected him? Well then, they’ll get their leg broken and their liver stabbed. Ryo doesn’t like taking lives; he would rather hurt someone permanently or for a very long time instead of killing them. He thinks death is a mercy.
He does not trust anyone; his associates are picked carefully, and the way he moves around in the sewers is discreet and organised. He doesn’t make unnecessary noise. He doesn’t insult his clients, nor taunt or threaten them. Threats are tools and not entertainment. The people who buy from him are desperate criminals; in truth, that’s why they don’t go against him and his colleagues. Criminals are too desperate for weapons and masks that they treat the black market with respect, and when they don’t, they regret it.
❀ Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Chapter One:
Ryo Muhito Jin-Ryuk was born on a rainy November 15th in 1999. He was born in a village in Hong Kong, under the branches of the village’s cedar tree. The birth of this male was special; people said he would carry greatness. Ryo’s mother was a respected individual who helped her grandmother in the family’s restaurant, so everything led Ryo to think that she would carry the same traits and qualities. His father was a dangerous, powerful, and wealthy individual; he came from the well-known Jin-Ryuk bloodline.
As Ryo grew up, he strayed further apart from his parents; their relationship was never good, they never got along, and didn’t think the same way.
The young boy was confused about his parents’ relationship; he inherited some qualities from both sides, his mother’s watchful gaze and his father’s dangerous impulsiveness. Ryo did what he saw his mother do; he watched. And as Ryo watched more, he began to question why his parents were like they were. In public, they seemed loving, perfect, whilst in private, cold and distant.
Soon, he realised that he only shared a roof, a meal, and occasionally a conversation with his parents, but never more.
Juéri was busy running the restaurant as Ryo’s great-grandmother retired, and his father was busy doing something. Ryo could never know or tell what he was doing, but he knew whatever it was, it was wrong. Ryo’s parents were rough, deliberately distant, they weren’t even mean to him, they were just.. distant.
As Ryo grew up, he understood a few things: the Muhito family was more complicated from the inside than it was from the outside, everyone had their own responsibilities, their own purposes within the family. At first, he didn’t know which was his, but he soon realised that he was heir to the Ruby Household, one of the imperial branches of the family. His family wasn’t one big house, but rather a huge web of houses, spread all across the world. He had relatives and distant relatives in the United States of America, in France, in Greece, in Sweden, in China, in Hong Kong, in Karakura, in Russia, and in many more countries. As people grow older in the family, they inherit a part of the family business, perhaps an executive role or a smaller one.
The boy visited his family in the centre of Hong Kong rather often. The Muhito family’s estate lay on one of the islands near the centre; it overlooked the skyline and other important buildings. Ryo visited the estate so much that he grew to love it, the massive and lengthy gardens, and the room he had in the Ruby wing. He was the heir; he was important. Ryo wasn’t born a Lord, nor a Master, but he would one day inherit that title upon his mother’s death.
The Jin-Ryuk was too young to remember every moment that he spent in the estate, but he remembered small, tiny fragments, the best moments. He never felt like he needed to be what he wasn’t, be better than what was expected of him. His mother visited only when she needed to, and his father almost never came.
His relationship with his parents was still incomprehensible, he would soon realise that it's the type of thing you don’t question, the type of thing you don’t even think about.
Ryo never understood what his father actually did for work. Was he a businessman? A politician? The boy would spend a good chunk of his life trying to figure that out. But one day, when Ryo was only four years old, he was supposed to be fast asleep, but instead he was reading, until he heard shouting. He made his way downstairs and tried to eavesdrop on his parents’ conversation.
“You said you would stop.” The voice of his mother came low and ice-cold.
“I didn’t say that.” The reply came instantly from his father.
“I will not allow our son to be raised like this.”
“You don’t have to, leave him to me.” Something in Ryo’s father’s voice made him tremble.
Nothing followed; his mother didn’t reply, but he heard her tears, which was the first time and the only time in his life that he would hear her cry.
As Ryo grew up, he strayed further apart from his parents; their relationship was never good, they never got along, and didn’t think the same way.
The young boy was confused about his parents’ relationship; he inherited some qualities from both sides, his mother’s watchful gaze and his father’s dangerous impulsiveness. Ryo did what he saw his mother do; he watched. And as Ryo watched more, he began to question why his parents were like they were. In public, they seemed loving, perfect, whilst in private, cold and distant.
Soon, he realised that he only shared a roof, a meal, and occasionally a conversation with his parents, but never more.
Juéri was busy running the restaurant as Ryo’s great-grandmother retired, and his father was busy doing something. Ryo could never know or tell what he was doing, but he knew whatever it was, it was wrong. Ryo’s parents were rough, deliberately distant, they weren’t even mean to him, they were just.. distant.
As Ryo grew up, he understood a few things: the Muhito family was more complicated from the inside than it was from the outside, everyone had their own responsibilities, their own purposes within the family. At first, he didn’t know which was his, but he soon realised that he was heir to the Ruby Household, one of the imperial branches of the family. His family wasn’t one big house, but rather a huge web of houses, spread all across the world. He had relatives and distant relatives in the United States of America, in France, in Greece, in Sweden, in China, in Hong Kong, in Karakura, in Russia, and in many more countries. As people grow older in the family, they inherit a part of the family business, perhaps an executive role or a smaller one.
The boy visited his family in the centre of Hong Kong rather often. The Muhito family’s estate lay on one of the islands near the centre; it overlooked the skyline and other important buildings. Ryo visited the estate so much that he grew to love it, the massive and lengthy gardens, and the room he had in the Ruby wing. He was the heir; he was important. Ryo wasn’t born a Lord, nor a Master, but he would one day inherit that title upon his mother’s death.
The Jin-Ryuk was too young to remember every moment that he spent in the estate, but he remembered small, tiny fragments, the best moments. He never felt like he needed to be what he wasn’t, be better than what was expected of him. His mother visited only when she needed to, and his father almost never came.
His relationship with his parents was still incomprehensible, he would soon realise that it's the type of thing you don’t question, the type of thing you don’t even think about.
Ryo never understood what his father actually did for work. Was he a businessman? A politician? The boy would spend a good chunk of his life trying to figure that out. But one day, when Ryo was only four years old, he was supposed to be fast asleep, but instead he was reading, until he heard shouting. He made his way downstairs and tried to eavesdrop on his parents’ conversation.
“You said you would stop.” The voice of his mother came low and ice-cold.
“I didn’t say that.” The reply came instantly from his father.
“I will not allow our son to be raised like this.”
“You don’t have to, leave him to me.” Something in Ryo’s father’s voice made him tremble.
Nothing followed; his mother didn’t reply, but he heard her tears, which was the first time and the only time in his life that he would hear her cry.
Chapter Two:
At the age of five, Ryo’s father died.
He hadn’t witnessed the death, and he was not told of any details. Ryo just woke up one morning, and his father didn’t come back, not at breakfast, not at lunch, nor during dinner. Ryo never saw his father again. No funeral was ever held; however, adults did whisper around Ryo.
A few days later, the boy came into his mother’s room to ask her about something, and he found her packing a suitcase.
“Where are we going, mama?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“An island in Japan called Karakura.” She replied with a coldness in her voice, perhaps grief.
“Why?”
“The restaurant burned down.” Her voice came off rough.
“I don’t want t-” Ryo was cut off.
“Then stay here,” Juéri said, seemingly without a single care.
Ryo left for his room, and he wondered what had happened to the restaurant; was his father’s death related to the burning? He made his way towards a maid, one of the maids who liked gossiping.
A few hours later, Ryo found himself lying on the grass in the garden. He thought about what the maid had told him. Of course, it took some persuasion from Ryo to get her to speak, but he got what he wanted to know in the end. The boy didn’t know what to feel, no. He didn’t know how to feel. He learned his great-grandmother had sadly perished in the fire, the one person whom he knew his mother loved the most in the world.
Ryo lay, unsure of anything anymore. He missed his father; he didn’t know why. His mother had left the day before, and he felt empty. Then they finally came, and tears appeared in his eyes. They started off silently and slowly, one at a time. As Ryo thought about his father, his great-grandmother, and the restaurant he loved, the tears quickened. Soon, sobs followed. The boy curled up into a ball and sobbed.
“Tears make you weak.” A voice appeared from somewhere.
Juéri stood before Ryo, he didn’t know she came back, when she came back. Maybe she came back for him, maybe she didn’t like Karakura.
“It hurts.” He admitted sadly.
“I know, but tears do not rebuild.”
Ryo’s fists clenched, he screamed at his mother, he screamed everything and anything, things he didn’t mean, things he regretted, things that he didn’t understand.
Weeks passed, and Ryo’s great-grandfather came back; he had been gone for a while.
Ryo tried to act normal, unbothered by all these events, but it made him question everything. Ryo had so many questions, so he went to the one person he thought he could trust.
“Grandpa, why is my father gone?” Ryo asked cautiously.
His great-grandfather slammed his fist on the table.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, boy. You are a Muhito, stop acting like you aren’t. We don’t ask questions.” The voice came cold, rough, and mean.
The words hit hard. Was Ryo a Muhito? No, he was part Muhito, part Jin-Ryuk, but he didn’t mention that; he knew that saying that would anger the male. Why would he anger him further? As he pondered what was told to him, he nodded. He knew what he had to do; he had to earn his place at the table. Ryo started acting like a true Muhito, without forgetting his Jin-Ryuk part. The young boy bowed at servants, bowed at relatives, waited for permission before eating, and waited for the elders to sit first before sitting himself. He started acting like what he was expected to act like.
One day, Ryo was running around the house. He made his way towards the main part of the house, a place where he was rarely permitted to be. For once, he acted like a real six-year-old, like a boy his age should act like. He saw the wet floor, but he was running too fast to stop. The next sound that followed was one that Ryo hoped to never hear again: an expensive vase from the Ming dynasty fell onto the floor, shattering. When his great-grandfather opened the door to his study and saw the mess, he was enraged. In a fit of rage, he had servants pack Ryo’s bags, and Ryo was sent to a boarding school in London.
He hadn’t witnessed the death, and he was not told of any details. Ryo just woke up one morning, and his father didn’t come back, not at breakfast, not at lunch, nor during dinner. Ryo never saw his father again. No funeral was ever held; however, adults did whisper around Ryo.
A few days later, the boy came into his mother’s room to ask her about something, and he found her packing a suitcase.
“Where are we going, mama?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“An island in Japan called Karakura.” She replied with a coldness in her voice, perhaps grief.
“Why?”
“The restaurant burned down.” Her voice came off rough.
“I don’t want t-” Ryo was cut off.
“Then stay here,” Juéri said, seemingly without a single care.
Ryo left for his room, and he wondered what had happened to the restaurant; was his father’s death related to the burning? He made his way towards a maid, one of the maids who liked gossiping.
A few hours later, Ryo found himself lying on the grass in the garden. He thought about what the maid had told him. Of course, it took some persuasion from Ryo to get her to speak, but he got what he wanted to know in the end. The boy didn’t know what to feel, no. He didn’t know how to feel. He learned his great-grandmother had sadly perished in the fire, the one person whom he knew his mother loved the most in the world.
Ryo lay, unsure of anything anymore. He missed his father; he didn’t know why. His mother had left the day before, and he felt empty. Then they finally came, and tears appeared in his eyes. They started off silently and slowly, one at a time. As Ryo thought about his father, his great-grandmother, and the restaurant he loved, the tears quickened. Soon, sobs followed. The boy curled up into a ball and sobbed.
“Tears make you weak.” A voice appeared from somewhere.
Juéri stood before Ryo, he didn’t know she came back, when she came back. Maybe she came back for him, maybe she didn’t like Karakura.
“It hurts.” He admitted sadly.
“I know, but tears do not rebuild.”
Ryo’s fists clenched, he screamed at his mother, he screamed everything and anything, things he didn’t mean, things he regretted, things that he didn’t understand.
Weeks passed, and Ryo’s great-grandfather came back; he had been gone for a while.
Ryo tried to act normal, unbothered by all these events, but it made him question everything. Ryo had so many questions, so he went to the one person he thought he could trust.
“Grandpa, why is my father gone?” Ryo asked cautiously.
His great-grandfather slammed his fist on the table.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, boy. You are a Muhito, stop acting like you aren’t. We don’t ask questions.” The voice came cold, rough, and mean.
The words hit hard. Was Ryo a Muhito? No, he was part Muhito, part Jin-Ryuk, but he didn’t mention that; he knew that saying that would anger the male. Why would he anger him further? As he pondered what was told to him, he nodded. He knew what he had to do; he had to earn his place at the table. Ryo started acting like a true Muhito, without forgetting his Jin-Ryuk part. The young boy bowed at servants, bowed at relatives, waited for permission before eating, and waited for the elders to sit first before sitting himself. He started acting like what he was expected to act like.
One day, Ryo was running around the house. He made his way towards the main part of the house, a place where he was rarely permitted to be. For once, he acted like a real six-year-old, like a boy his age should act like. He saw the wet floor, but he was running too fast to stop. The next sound that followed was one that Ryo hoped to never hear again: an expensive vase from the Ming dynasty fell onto the floor, shattering. When his great-grandfather opened the door to his study and saw the mess, he was enraged. In a fit of rage, he had servants pack Ryo’s bags, and Ryo was sent to a boarding school in London.
Chapter Three:
The cold air hit Ryo in the face as he stepped off the plane with his suitcase. As he looked up, he noticed how grey the sky was, and how each building seemed heavy and unfamiliar. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the boarding school’s building. This wasn’t the Muhito estate, or the mansion in Spain. The school seemed more like a prison.
He was only six years old.
The bullying came quickly; he spoke differently, more slowly than they did. They mocked the way he bowed when greeting people. The lack of speech from him only worsened the bullying; his new nickname came quickly: “Ghost”. His English wasn’t the best, and he didn’t understand everything they said; for all he knew, they probably called him worse names.
The words of his great-grandfather echoed within his mind. He didn’t cry, he didn’t speak, he didn’t question. Teachers were concerned by the lack of questions from him. They said he didn’t even speak unless spoken to. Ryo didn’t even try to make friends; he gave up.
As the years passed, the boy grew older. At twelve years old, Ryo grew taller, his frame became sharper, his face colder. His English improved significantly, and he became fluent in the language. He quickly needed to learn how to fight; he found out the hard way. In this boarding school, the older boys liked to test the new kids; they would walk up to them and try to beat them up. One day, one of the older kids came up to him. He swung at Ryo, Ryo dodged swiftly and landed a perfect hit on the individual’s nose, breaking it.
He was never bothered again.
The man spent his days writing; occasionally, he wrote letters to his mother and to his great-grandfather. Neither replied, and one day he received all of them back, unopened. So he stopped.
Whilst in bed, at night, Ryo would simply stare into the dark void and think about Hong Kong, about his family. About the cedar tree. His grandmother, his mother’s cold eyes.
A memory came to him: his father. The shouting between his father and his mother, her tears. Then about the fire.
At the age of twelve, Ryo had built himself a fortress, one that no one could ever breach. He was polite but distant, cold and unreachable. He was avoided by students, and the nickname “Ghost” remained. Ryo grew into it. The adults called him mature for his age.
There was one who almost breached Ryo’s walls. A small boy named Oliver.
Oliver transferred into the school in the middle of the year, and he wasn’t mysterious, scary or cold. He was just a small, playful boy. He had fluffy red hair and freckles, which made him stand out from the others. One day, he smiled at Ryo; something about that smile broke him. The man ignored him; he paid no mind, not because he was mean but because it hurt to let people in. He learned that showing emotion was dangerous; making himself vulnerable never ended well. In History class, Oliver sat next to him, and he introduced himself, as if they were already friends.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Oliver asked with a smile.
Ryo shook his head.
“That’s okay! I talk enough for both of us.” Ryo saw Oliver’s smile somehow grow even wider.
Somehow, that broke through his walls, Ryo let one person in, and that was Oliver.
One day, one of the older boys attacked Oliver; it was their tradition. Ryo ran to his aid; he fought one of the bullies off now, but this time there were three of them. Ryo Muhito Jin-Ryuk fought with everything he had, but he was no match for three older men. As one of them punched Ryo, everything went black, and he fell unconscious.
When Ryo woke up, he looked for Oliver. He found him, beaten and unconscious, on the floor. Ryo looked for a pulse; there was none.
Grief overtook Ryo; he went, sobbing, to his dorm, grabbed his things and left the boarding school. He ran towards the docks of the city.
He was only six years old.
The bullying came quickly; he spoke differently, more slowly than they did. They mocked the way he bowed when greeting people. The lack of speech from him only worsened the bullying; his new nickname came quickly: “Ghost”. His English wasn’t the best, and he didn’t understand everything they said; for all he knew, they probably called him worse names.
The words of his great-grandfather echoed within his mind. He didn’t cry, he didn’t speak, he didn’t question. Teachers were concerned by the lack of questions from him. They said he didn’t even speak unless spoken to. Ryo didn’t even try to make friends; he gave up.
As the years passed, the boy grew older. At twelve years old, Ryo grew taller, his frame became sharper, his face colder. His English improved significantly, and he became fluent in the language. He quickly needed to learn how to fight; he found out the hard way. In this boarding school, the older boys liked to test the new kids; they would walk up to them and try to beat them up. One day, one of the older kids came up to him. He swung at Ryo, Ryo dodged swiftly and landed a perfect hit on the individual’s nose, breaking it.
He was never bothered again.
The man spent his days writing; occasionally, he wrote letters to his mother and to his great-grandfather. Neither replied, and one day he received all of them back, unopened. So he stopped.
Whilst in bed, at night, Ryo would simply stare into the dark void and think about Hong Kong, about his family. About the cedar tree. His grandmother, his mother’s cold eyes.
A memory came to him: his father. The shouting between his father and his mother, her tears. Then about the fire.
At the age of twelve, Ryo had built himself a fortress, one that no one could ever breach. He was polite but distant, cold and unreachable. He was avoided by students, and the nickname “Ghost” remained. Ryo grew into it. The adults called him mature for his age.
There was one who almost breached Ryo’s walls. A small boy named Oliver.
Oliver transferred into the school in the middle of the year, and he wasn’t mysterious, scary or cold. He was just a small, playful boy. He had fluffy red hair and freckles, which made him stand out from the others. One day, he smiled at Ryo; something about that smile broke him. The man ignored him; he paid no mind, not because he was mean but because it hurt to let people in. He learned that showing emotion was dangerous; making himself vulnerable never ended well. In History class, Oliver sat next to him, and he introduced himself, as if they were already friends.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Oliver asked with a smile.
Ryo shook his head.
“That’s okay! I talk enough for both of us.” Ryo saw Oliver’s smile somehow grow even wider.
Somehow, that broke through his walls, Ryo let one person in, and that was Oliver.
One day, one of the older boys attacked Oliver; it was their tradition. Ryo ran to his aid; he fought one of the bullies off now, but this time there were three of them. Ryo Muhito Jin-Ryuk fought with everything he had, but he was no match for three older men. As one of them punched Ryo, everything went black, and he fell unconscious.
When Ryo woke up, he looked for Oliver. He found him, beaten and unconscious, on the floor. Ryo looked for a pulse; there was none.
Grief overtook Ryo; he went, sobbing, to his dorm, grabbed his things and left the boarding school. He ran towards the docks of the city.
Chapter Four:
When arriving at the docks, they were cold and grey, similar to the rest of London.
Ryo stood at the edge of the dock, near the water. The cold air made his breath foggy. His legs ached; he had been running for several hours, his lungs hated him, he didn’t know where his next destination was, and he didn’t know where he would be accepted back. Then he looked behind.
Behind him rested a prison disguised as a boarding school, a place where the only person he had ever let get close to him died, someone whom he really liked, died.
Everyone seemed to die or disappear. It was his turn.
The sound of a heavy horn snapped him out of his frenzy. He walked towards the ship. It was a cargo ship, one of those huge ones which carried boats and cargo containers. He stopped at one of the containers, which was slightly open; inside rested nothing but darkness. Something pushed him to go inside. The moment he entered, he wanted to leave, that's until the box was lifted by a crane, the door slammed shut, locking Ryo inside.
After an hour, he made peace with the fact that he was trapped, he lay down on the ship and tried to sleep. He thought of the past, he thought about everything, the letters, the rejection, the betrayal. Then anger flashed in his eyes; he opened his eyes; he couldn’t sleep. No. He wouldn’t. Sleeping meant that he would see Oliver, see him lying on the ground, see him… He shook his head; he wouldn’t sleep.
Then, a storm came.
At first, it was a slight rumble in the far distance, then some light thunder. Then suddenly, lightning whipped through the sky. Violent, dangerous, unpredictable waves started crashing against the hull of the ship. He felt crates slide across the ship, slamming into others. He hissed as his crate slid, he fell, and his leg hit the floor; he broke his ankle.
Then a snapping sound would be heard.
Ryo closed his eyes. He prayed for the best; he prayed to the kami to be alive, to not die. Mid prayer, the crate hit the floor, and Ryo hit his head against the wall, which rendered him unconscious.
Ryo Muhito Jin-Ryuk woke up shaking, salty seawater soaking his clothes. He looked around. He was on white sand, buildings in the distance, old, covered in vines and flowers. He didn’t know where he was until he looked closer, a flag. Was it Ireland? No. Ryo was in Italy.
The man heard multiple cars fast approaching, and he simply lay on the ground, everything going black once more.
Ryo stood at the edge of the dock, near the water. The cold air made his breath foggy. His legs ached; he had been running for several hours, his lungs hated him, he didn’t know where his next destination was, and he didn’t know where he would be accepted back. Then he looked behind.
Behind him rested a prison disguised as a boarding school, a place where the only person he had ever let get close to him died, someone whom he really liked, died.
Everyone seemed to die or disappear. It was his turn.
The sound of a heavy horn snapped him out of his frenzy. He walked towards the ship. It was a cargo ship, one of those huge ones which carried boats and cargo containers. He stopped at one of the containers, which was slightly open; inside rested nothing but darkness. Something pushed him to go inside. The moment he entered, he wanted to leave, that's until the box was lifted by a crane, the door slammed shut, locking Ryo inside.
After an hour, he made peace with the fact that he was trapped, he lay down on the ship and tried to sleep. He thought of the past, he thought about everything, the letters, the rejection, the betrayal. Then anger flashed in his eyes; he opened his eyes; he couldn’t sleep. No. He wouldn’t. Sleeping meant that he would see Oliver, see him lying on the ground, see him… He shook his head; he wouldn’t sleep.
Then, a storm came.
At first, it was a slight rumble in the far distance, then some light thunder. Then suddenly, lightning whipped through the sky. Violent, dangerous, unpredictable waves started crashing against the hull of the ship. He felt crates slide across the ship, slamming into others. He hissed as his crate slid, he fell, and his leg hit the floor; he broke his ankle.
Then a snapping sound would be heard.
Ryo closed his eyes. He prayed for the best; he prayed to the kami to be alive, to not die. Mid prayer, the crate hit the floor, and Ryo hit his head against the wall, which rendered him unconscious.
Ryo Muhito Jin-Ryuk woke up shaking, salty seawater soaking his clothes. He looked around. He was on white sand, buildings in the distance, old, covered in vines and flowers. He didn’t know where he was until he looked closer, a flag. Was it Ireland? No. Ryo was in Italy.
The man heard multiple cars fast approaching, and he simply lay on the ground, everything going black once more.
Chapter Five:
The long, black, sleek car stopped a few feet away from Ryo. His heart pounded. Was this the day he died? Then, the car door slowly opened, and two men stepped out. They wore suits and sunglasses that covered their faces. They looked at Ryo, with no emotion on their faces. Then they stepped to the side and opened the passenger door.
A man who sought to be in his early fifties stepped out of the car; he had silver hair and a scar that covered his face. His eyes would seem emotionless; they would be ice blue. The man did not speak, he did not show direct kindness, he simply turned to one of the men and gave a slight nod, then he sat back in the car.
Before Ryo knew it, he was sitting next to the man, and the car was driving at a fast pace. Before he even understood what was happening, he was already at some estate, somewhere in Italy.
“Tu sei fortunato,” the man said. The voice startled Ryo; it was a deep, cold one.
Ryo didn’t respond; he didn’t know Italian.
“No English?” The man asked this time. Ryo nodded.
“You are lucky my men found you before the police did.”
“Why?”
“The government here is corrupt, and you look like the perfect target.” He spoke with confidence.
“I am Don Vincenzo. This is my estate. You will stay.” The last phrase wasn’t a question; it was a fact. Ryo simply nodded.
“The age is catching up to me; I have no heirs. You have the eyes of a viper. Become my heir, and you will inherit everything I own.”
Ryo turned to the man, narrowing his eyes. Why was he being so generous to a stranger? “What will it cost me?”
“Everything.” The reply came instantly.
Slowly, Ryo started observing more. He learned that Vincenzo was the head of the most powerful crime family in the north of Italy; his name was recognised and feared by all. He also learned that he used to have a wife, but she was killed one day, which is why he had no heirs.
Day by day, Ryo learned more about Vincenzo and the organisation. As the years grew and passed, Ryo started taking a more executive role within the organisation, a safer one. Sometimes he thought of Hong Kong, of his mother. On darker days, he thought about Oliver.
In the course of nine years, Ryo became a man known for his coldness, smartness and violence. Jin-Ryuk's violent impulsiveness, which he inherited from his father, helped greatly in this line of work. The man was taught Sicilian; he learned to read people, to threaten without words, to kill without fear, without hesitation. Though he did not enjoy being violent, he certainly did not flinch away from it; he used it when necessary.
Additionally, Vincenzo had made Ryo apply to university whilst working for him as his right-hand man. Vincenzo always told Ryo that education was important. from age eighteen to twenty. At twenty, he graduated with a master's in Criminology.
By the age of twenty, he came to be the Don’s right-hand man, heir to the Italian empire, he struck deals with powerful men and women, and he used the same alias, an alias which never allowed him to forget about his past: Ghost.
A man who sought to be in his early fifties stepped out of the car; he had silver hair and a scar that covered his face. His eyes would seem emotionless; they would be ice blue. The man did not speak, he did not show direct kindness, he simply turned to one of the men and gave a slight nod, then he sat back in the car.
Before Ryo knew it, he was sitting next to the man, and the car was driving at a fast pace. Before he even understood what was happening, he was already at some estate, somewhere in Italy.
“Tu sei fortunato,” the man said. The voice startled Ryo; it was a deep, cold one.
Ryo didn’t respond; he didn’t know Italian.
“No English?” The man asked this time. Ryo nodded.
“You are lucky my men found you before the police did.”
“Why?”
“The government here is corrupt, and you look like the perfect target.” He spoke with confidence.
“I am Don Vincenzo. This is my estate. You will stay.” The last phrase wasn’t a question; it was a fact. Ryo simply nodded.
“The age is catching up to me; I have no heirs. You have the eyes of a viper. Become my heir, and you will inherit everything I own.”
Ryo turned to the man, narrowing his eyes. Why was he being so generous to a stranger? “What will it cost me?”
“Everything.” The reply came instantly.
Slowly, Ryo started observing more. He learned that Vincenzo was the head of the most powerful crime family in the north of Italy; his name was recognised and feared by all. He also learned that he used to have a wife, but she was killed one day, which is why he had no heirs.
Day by day, Ryo learned more about Vincenzo and the organisation. As the years grew and passed, Ryo started taking a more executive role within the organisation, a safer one. Sometimes he thought of Hong Kong, of his mother. On darker days, he thought about Oliver.
In the course of nine years, Ryo became a man known for his coldness, smartness and violence. Jin-Ryuk's violent impulsiveness, which he inherited from his father, helped greatly in this line of work. The man was taught Sicilian; he learned to read people, to threaten without words, to kill without fear, without hesitation. Though he did not enjoy being violent, he certainly did not flinch away from it; he used it when necessary.
Additionally, Vincenzo had made Ryo apply to university whilst working for him as his right-hand man. Vincenzo always told Ryo that education was important. from age eighteen to twenty. At twenty, he graduated with a master's in Criminology.
By the age of twenty, he came to be the Don’s right-hand man, heir to the Italian empire, he struck deals with powerful men and women, and he used the same alias, an alias which never allowed him to forget about his past: Ghost.
Chapter Six:
Everything changed on Ryo’s twenty-first birthday.
The day started off peacefully as always, around noon, something in the atmosphere changed, but Ryo paid no mind to it. Then it started, a loud bang in the distance, not far enough to ignore but not close enough to go on full defence mode. Ryo knew that he was now the heir to a massive empire; the estate was attacked daily, but never had every defence measure been breached, so he did not worry.
In the course of half an hour, the sound came closer, then a huge explosion shook the entire estate. This made Ryo go on high alert. He grabbed his pistol and stealthfully made his way down the hallways; the sound of glass shattering and screaming filled the estate.
Then he saw them, around two dozen men in full black tactical gear in the garden, shooting at anything that moved. Vincenzo’s men were fighting back, but they were outnumbered. Ryo moved like a shadow; he killed three men with ease, then another. He tried to look for the Don. Then that's when he heard it, a conversation. He hid in the corner, listening.
“You traitor!” Vincenzo spoke in Italian.
“It’s not betrayal,” The unknown man paused, Ryo saw his smirk. “It’s survival.”
Before Ryo could act, the gun was fired, and he saw Vincenzo drop to the floor, dead. Then he lunged at the man and fired his own gun, rendering him dead. He was ready to go after the others, but that's when he heard sirens and a news helicopter.
Ryo stepped out in a black suit, his arms raised high. He was innocent; he had simply defended himself, and he knew that the police knew that. A reporter interviewed him on the spot, and then he found out the truth. Vincenzo was way more than he had told Ryo. Vincenzo was one of the three richest men in the world; his criminal empire spread out across the globe. Ryo inherited that all, but he didn’t want it anymore; he saw what happened when you have too much power.
Soon enough, the story spread like wildfire; it got onto every major news channel in every country. Everyone across the globe now knew of Vincenzo and Ryo.
One day, Ryo was walking in the street when a limousine drove next to him, and the window rolled down. The Matriarch of the Muhito family told Ryo to get in.
“We thought you died.” She spoke, something gentle in her voice.
“I almost did.” He said coldly, and she didn’t respond for a moment.
“You're coming home.” She stated, and he simply nodded.
The day started off peacefully as always, around noon, something in the atmosphere changed, but Ryo paid no mind to it. Then it started, a loud bang in the distance, not far enough to ignore but not close enough to go on full defence mode. Ryo knew that he was now the heir to a massive empire; the estate was attacked daily, but never had every defence measure been breached, so he did not worry.
In the course of half an hour, the sound came closer, then a huge explosion shook the entire estate. This made Ryo go on high alert. He grabbed his pistol and stealthfully made his way down the hallways; the sound of glass shattering and screaming filled the estate.
Then he saw them, around two dozen men in full black tactical gear in the garden, shooting at anything that moved. Vincenzo’s men were fighting back, but they were outnumbered. Ryo moved like a shadow; he killed three men with ease, then another. He tried to look for the Don. Then that's when he heard it, a conversation. He hid in the corner, listening.
“You traitor!” Vincenzo spoke in Italian.
“It’s not betrayal,” The unknown man paused, Ryo saw his smirk. “It’s survival.”
Before Ryo could act, the gun was fired, and he saw Vincenzo drop to the floor, dead. Then he lunged at the man and fired his own gun, rendering him dead. He was ready to go after the others, but that's when he heard sirens and a news helicopter.
Ryo stepped out in a black suit, his arms raised high. He was innocent; he had simply defended himself, and he knew that the police knew that. A reporter interviewed him on the spot, and then he found out the truth. Vincenzo was way more than he had told Ryo. Vincenzo was one of the three richest men in the world; his criminal empire spread out across the globe. Ryo inherited that all, but he didn’t want it anymore; he saw what happened when you have too much power.
Soon enough, the story spread like wildfire; it got onto every major news channel in every country. Everyone across the globe now knew of Vincenzo and Ryo.
One day, Ryo was walking in the street when a limousine drove next to him, and the window rolled down. The Matriarch of the Muhito family told Ryo to get in.
“We thought you died.” She spoke, something gentle in her voice.
“I almost did.” He said coldly, and she didn’t respond for a moment.
“You're coming home.” She stated, and he simply nodded.
Chapter Seven:
When they arrived at the Muhito estate, it seemed smaller than what he had remembered.
Ryo stood, taller, colder, and much older in front of the gate. He was no longer a scared little boy; he was a killer.
In the span of a few days, Ryo found out that his great-grandfather had passed away two years ago, alone in darkness. He walked in the halls and noticed the place where the ancient Ming dynasty vase used to be, now replaced by a portrait of his great-grandfather.
Ryo was the talk of the estate; everyone wanted to speak to him, everyone wanted his attention, and the money he inherited from Vincenzo. Ryo knew that the Muhito family itself was insanely rich, but not Vincenzo-level rich.
This time, Ryo wasn’t afraid to ask questions, wasn’t afraid to make himself known, to assert dominance. So he did what he was raised not to do: he dug into stories and asked questions. Soon enough, he got his hands on ancient family records, stories from old household servants, and any previous lawyers who worked for the family.
Ryo wanted to learn the truth about his father, the truth that he was never told.
But then Ryo learned a valuable lesson: sometimes the truth is best kept hidden.
He learned that his father, Jin-Ryuk Daisuke, was a criminal, and he wasn’t even a small one, but a very powerful one. He found out that his operations ran across the entirety of East Asia. And that his mysterious death had been a murder, an old family record showed that Daisuke was murdered by someone close to him, betrayed by someone who was supposed to be loyal, but it did not say who.
Something inside of Ryo snapped; all the anger he had stored away was finally unleashed.
Ryo did not stop there; he dug further. He needed to learn more. Then, he stumbled upon it by mistake, pictures. Dozens of pictures showing Daisuke cheating on Ryo’s mother with dozens of different women, openly. Then he found a folder, a list of every associate of Daisuke, all the criminal ones.
The man did the thing anyone would do in his situation. Ryo had just found out that someone really close to his father had betrayed him and murdered him, so naturally, the person must have been a criminal. The now almost twenty-two-year-old was very angry with his father, but something inside him still wanted to avenge him, so Ryo would do what he had to; he would find every criminal associate of his father and terminate them and their empire.
Ryo stood, taller, colder, and much older in front of the gate. He was no longer a scared little boy; he was a killer.
In the span of a few days, Ryo found out that his great-grandfather had passed away two years ago, alone in darkness. He walked in the halls and noticed the place where the ancient Ming dynasty vase used to be, now replaced by a portrait of his great-grandfather.
Ryo was the talk of the estate; everyone wanted to speak to him, everyone wanted his attention, and the money he inherited from Vincenzo. Ryo knew that the Muhito family itself was insanely rich, but not Vincenzo-level rich.
This time, Ryo wasn’t afraid to ask questions, wasn’t afraid to make himself known, to assert dominance. So he did what he was raised not to do: he dug into stories and asked questions. Soon enough, he got his hands on ancient family records, stories from old household servants, and any previous lawyers who worked for the family.
Ryo wanted to learn the truth about his father, the truth that he was never told.
But then Ryo learned a valuable lesson: sometimes the truth is best kept hidden.
He learned that his father, Jin-Ryuk Daisuke, was a criminal, and he wasn’t even a small one, but a very powerful one. He found out that his operations ran across the entirety of East Asia. And that his mysterious death had been a murder, an old family record showed that Daisuke was murdered by someone close to him, betrayed by someone who was supposed to be loyal, but it did not say who.
Something inside of Ryo snapped; all the anger he had stored away was finally unleashed.
Ryo did not stop there; he dug further. He needed to learn more. Then, he stumbled upon it by mistake, pictures. Dozens of pictures showing Daisuke cheating on Ryo’s mother with dozens of different women, openly. Then he found a folder, a list of every associate of Daisuke, all the criminal ones.
The man did the thing anyone would do in his situation. Ryo had just found out that someone really close to his father had betrayed him and murdered him, so naturally, the person must have been a criminal. The now almost twenty-two-year-old was very angry with his father, but something inside him still wanted to avenge him, so Ryo would do what he had to; he would find every criminal associate of his father and terminate them and their empire.
Chapter Eight:
The lights and shadows of Tokyo danced before Ryo’s gaze. He walked with suitcases to the one place where he knew he would find help.
Being the heir of Vincenzo’s empire opened doors for him and, most importantly, meant that he knew every dark little secret and every criminal hotspot, so that's where he went.
The music of the club was deafening. Ryo looked for the door and opened it; he entered the basement. Of course, all these criminals would be hidden in the basement of a club, how smart of them, he thought.
Slowly but surely, Ryo assembled a crew of skilled criminals to take down every man and woman who had wronged his father and potentially betrayed him. After a few months, he had established a base of operations, informants within the police station, and a list of people to target and eliminate.
The crew started small, they stole and burned a truck of criminal merchandise to annoy a criminal organisation, then they slowly took out leaders, quietly, stealthily. These operations taught Ryo more and more about his father; all the crimes he committed slowly exposed themselves.
After a year, at twenty-three years old, Ryo had finished his quest; he had destroyed criminal empires, added them to Vincenzo’s empire, and terminated multiple dangerous, violent criminals.
Ryo wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere where he wouldn’t be recognised, so he went to his mother, to an island in Japan named Karakura.
Arriving on this island, he realised how strange it was; everyone was from somewhere else, and the island was socially ruled by thirteen different families, these families were called the Itsbyoshi families. He wondered if Muhito would ever become one of these influential families; in truth, he did not care.
One day, he swung by his mother’s restaurant and spoke to her. His mother cried, she hugged him, and he was reluctant but didn’t pull away. She asked him about how he was doing, as if not seeing him for almost twenty years was nothing. Then he asked her to be a manager in her restaurant, and she agreed.
He wandered around, taking in every location, every small criminal hideout, and familiarising himself with criminal hotspots and the turf of various criminals, including Depot, Warehouse, and more. Then he found it, Nexus. The criminal place where they all came to, that’s where he noticed the individual. Someone mysterious, always wearing dark clothes and always hidden. Something about this person drew Ryo to them. One day, Ryo sat down next to the individual.
“Ghost.” He introduced himself via his alias, but he didn’t receive a verbal response, simply a nod of the head.
“The Black Market is looking for a few new Dealers. Would that position interest you?” The individual asked Ryo.
“Yes.” The words were dry, but that was a response.
“I’ll be in touch.” With that, the mysterious individual stood up and left.
❀ Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
The moon rested in the star-filled sky, droplets of rain fell onto the ground, and Ryo moved with precision. His movement was calculated, straight, and effortless. He simply walked mindlessly, waiting for his phone to ring.
Then, it did. The number popped up, and the request was spoken. Ryo now had to choose whether to have the call transferred to him or not.
He clicked.
The voice came out firm, cold, “I need a pocket knife and bat,” the male says.
After a few minutes, Ryo replies, his voice somehow colder than the customers’ “sewers of 11/7”
Ryo makes his way to the designated place where his crate should be, with an associate or two with him.
He found his crate and looked around, making sure no one was around. He opened it carefully and took the weapons out, putting them into a duffel bag. A quick nod to his associates, and they walked to the sewers of 11/7.
Ryo and his associate(s) got there first; the dealer must always be there first. He watches as the customer arrives, enjoying the peace and quiet. The sound of the rain droplets hitting the ground soothed Ryo, and his fingers played with something in his pocket.
The customer arrived masked in some strange black attire. He came with two other masked individuals, Ryo frowned.
“Can I help you?” He spoke coldly.
The somewhat looking leader of this trio spoke up, “We’re here for the pocket knife and bat.”
Ryo nodded at that and extended his palm. He wanted the money first.
“For free.” One of the members says.
Ryo’s associate audibly laughs; clearly, this was a joke.
“Excuse me?”
“Hand over the bag or we’ll take it from you by force!” The leader exclaimed.
Ryo pondered for a moment, not whether he should actually give them the bag, but on whether he should show mercy. His right hand still played with something in his pocket. Then he saw one of the three gang members reach for the bag and open it. He saw the pocket knife being pulled out. Ryo chuckled.
A simple nod of the head at his associate, and a naginata was taken out. Ryo slammed the individual onto the ground.
“You trying to steal my things?”
The criminal pinned to the ground started shaking at the visible naginata.
“I-I’m sorry, p-p.. please!” He begged for mercy, but Ryo wasn’t going to let this slide.
Ryo reached for his baseball bat and slammed it onto the thief’s hand, breaking it.
“If you ever try to steal from me again, I will cut it of-” Before he could finish, he was shoved to the ground by one of the criminals’ friends. Something came out of his pocket, a medallion. More specifically, a Ghost Medallion. Ryo thought of the moment he was gifted it by Oliver, the sweet, sweet boy.
Ryo grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket, then stood up and spoke, “Knock him out.”
His associate and he moved like lightening and together they knocked the individual out. Of course, the third was long gone, fearing for her life.
They sighed and threw both victims to the side, walking away, awaiting the next call.
❀ Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
I have permission from both the crime faction lead and government faction lead to make this application and stay in both factions upon acceptance. Additionally I currently have my lawyer tag on my rosarei account but Tippie has agreed for me to put it on one of my ALT accounts upon acceptance.
Being the heir of Vincenzo’s empire opened doors for him and, most importantly, meant that he knew every dark little secret and every criminal hotspot, so that's where he went.
The music of the club was deafening. Ryo looked for the door and opened it; he entered the basement. Of course, all these criminals would be hidden in the basement of a club, how smart of them, he thought.
Slowly but surely, Ryo assembled a crew of skilled criminals to take down every man and woman who had wronged his father and potentially betrayed him. After a few months, he had established a base of operations, informants within the police station, and a list of people to target and eliminate.
The crew started small, they stole and burned a truck of criminal merchandise to annoy a criminal organisation, then they slowly took out leaders, quietly, stealthily. These operations taught Ryo more and more about his father; all the crimes he committed slowly exposed themselves.
After a year, at twenty-three years old, Ryo had finished his quest; he had destroyed criminal empires, added them to Vincenzo’s empire, and terminated multiple dangerous, violent criminals.
Ryo wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere where he wouldn’t be recognised, so he went to his mother, to an island in Japan named Karakura.
Arriving on this island, he realised how strange it was; everyone was from somewhere else, and the island was socially ruled by thirteen different families, these families were called the Itsbyoshi families. He wondered if Muhito would ever become one of these influential families; in truth, he did not care.
One day, he swung by his mother’s restaurant and spoke to her. His mother cried, she hugged him, and he was reluctant but didn’t pull away. She asked him about how he was doing, as if not seeing him for almost twenty years was nothing. Then he asked her to be a manager in her restaurant, and she agreed.
He wandered around, taking in every location, every small criminal hideout, and familiarising himself with criminal hotspots and the turf of various criminals, including Depot, Warehouse, and more. Then he found it, Nexus. The criminal place where they all came to, that’s where he noticed the individual. Someone mysterious, always wearing dark clothes and always hidden. Something about this person drew Ryo to them. One day, Ryo sat down next to the individual.
“Ghost.” He introduced himself via his alias, but he didn’t receive a verbal response, simply a nod of the head.
“The Black Market is looking for a few new Dealers. Would that position interest you?” The individual asked Ryo.
“Yes.” The words were dry, but that was a response.
“I’ll be in touch.” With that, the mysterious individual stood up and left.
❀ Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
The moon rested in the star-filled sky, droplets of rain fell onto the ground, and Ryo moved with precision. His movement was calculated, straight, and effortless. He simply walked mindlessly, waiting for his phone to ring.
Then, it did. The number popped up, and the request was spoken. Ryo now had to choose whether to have the call transferred to him or not.
He clicked.
The voice came out firm, cold, “I need a pocket knife and bat,” the male says.
After a few minutes, Ryo replies, his voice somehow colder than the customers’ “sewers of 11/7”
Ryo makes his way to the designated place where his crate should be, with an associate or two with him.
He found his crate and looked around, making sure no one was around. He opened it carefully and took the weapons out, putting them into a duffel bag. A quick nod to his associates, and they walked to the sewers of 11/7.
Ryo and his associate(s) got there first; the dealer must always be there first. He watches as the customer arrives, enjoying the peace and quiet. The sound of the rain droplets hitting the ground soothed Ryo, and his fingers played with something in his pocket.
The customer arrived masked in some strange black attire. He came with two other masked individuals, Ryo frowned.
“Can I help you?” He spoke coldly.
The somewhat looking leader of this trio spoke up, “We’re here for the pocket knife and bat.”
Ryo nodded at that and extended his palm. He wanted the money first.
“For free.” One of the members says.
Ryo’s associate audibly laughs; clearly, this was a joke.
“Excuse me?”
“Hand over the bag or we’ll take it from you by force!” The leader exclaimed.
Ryo pondered for a moment, not whether he should actually give them the bag, but on whether he should show mercy. His right hand still played with something in his pocket. Then he saw one of the three gang members reach for the bag and open it. He saw the pocket knife being pulled out. Ryo chuckled.
A simple nod of the head at his associate, and a naginata was taken out. Ryo slammed the individual onto the ground.
“You trying to steal my things?”
The criminal pinned to the ground started shaking at the visible naginata.
“I-I’m sorry, p-p.. please!” He begged for mercy, but Ryo wasn’t going to let this slide.
Ryo reached for his baseball bat and slammed it onto the thief’s hand, breaking it.
“If you ever try to steal from me again, I will cut it of-” Before he could finish, he was shoved to the ground by one of the criminals’ friends. Something came out of his pocket, a medallion. More specifically, a Ghost Medallion. Ryo thought of the moment he was gifted it by Oliver, the sweet, sweet boy.
Ryo grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket, then stood up and spoke, “Knock him out.”
His associate and he moved like lightening and together they knocked the individual out. Of course, the third was long gone, fearing for her life.
They sighed and threw both victims to the side, walking away, awaiting the next call.
❀ Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
I have permission from both the crime faction lead and government faction lead to make this application and stay in both factions upon acceptance. Additionally I currently have my lawyer tag on my rosarei account but Tippie has agreed for me to put it on one of my ALT accounts upon acceptance.
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