Post by Tanjuu on May 5, 2009 4:27:02 GMT -5
U S E R I N F O
Name: Known by many, but Tanjuu should suffice.
Age: Aight, if you must know I'm 16.
Role Playing Experience: Not an extreme amount, more or less a moderator on a number of different boards.
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Tanjuu Shageki
Age: 23.4
Gender: Male
Bio:
History: A curious case indeed, an American orphan named by Japanese immigrants while learning what was necessary through living on the streets. The curious part being that he managed to learn more than the average schooled child. (Blaming the American education system here.) Earning his pay during his teenage years as a simple games store clerk, he eventually managed to scrounge up enough to rent small apartment... right across from the headquarters of the city mafia as he found out one day. Rather than shooting Tanjuu as he'd expected, the Don took him under his wing and allowed Tanjuu to join the ranks. Years did pass as Tanjuu ascended in the ranks, reaching the point of being the Don's right hand man. But the day came when the Don did pass on, leaving Tanjuu with the responsibility of becoming the head honcho of the city's crime... which he declined and left to pursue his own life. That was, until the day the infected reared their ugly heads. Now a man on no mission, no goal nor want of life faces the odds, which he will tip in his favor...
Physical: A lanky, tall figure more suited to the art of stealth. With a height of 6'2 and a total weight of 100lbs, Tanjuu isn't something too interesting to look at. Short black hair adorns his crown as well as a thin mustache more like lip bristle than hair. Very pale skin with only the barest of tans and finely haired arms. This build is concealed by what appears to be an expensive tailored black business suit, consisting of a red tie, white undershirt, black shined shoes, black pants and black single-breasted jacket (often unbuttoned). Worn atop his head is an equally black fedora worn low to hide his heterochromia affected eyes (left eye green and right eye blue). As far as weaponry goes, he keeps a Smith and Wessen Model 29-2 holestered on his right hip and a Model 1927A5 Thompson with drum magazine concealed in the jacket. A constant feature his the cigar caught between his teeth, no matter the time or place, there would be a fresh one to smoke.
Personality: Tanjuu is as a whole, a reasonable being to get along with. Despite his short stint in the mafia, he remained a somewhat good-natured man with a few 'unsavoury ideals.' Tanjuu is also well humoured with a heavy layer deadpan delivery to each occasion, often attempting to try and add one-liners to situations he deems neccesary. Despite his joking demeanor, he does try and get along with allies and in the case of uninfected enemies, believes in the art of charisma to bring potential allies to his side.
Role Play Post Example:
'Never give a sucker an even break.'
This was the wisdom of W.C.Fields, a man who knew that no man should give another an advantage so that they may use it upon you. Just one of the many teachings that had been handed down by the Don, who was very much the father figure.
Tanjuu however would come to disregard this rule during these times of apocalyptic carnage. No matter how hard he would try to ignore the screams and pathetic pleas for assistance, it was usually he who would need to come to their rescue. And it never friggen' helped! Not even so much as a thank you from these people, instead they would often run away from him still shrieking hysterically only to be killed off later on. This time however was different, the civillian was not exactly helpless but instead attempting to take down a crowd of infected with only a pistol! Tanjuu was contempt in simply letting the man handle himself, but when the handgun flew out of the fat man's hands Tanjuu sighed and decided to make himself known. Running out from the alleyway and firing off his Thompson into the crowd, mowing them down with extreme accuracy.
As the Thompson died down, as did the infected horde. The fat man now cowered in the corner with both hands over his head in a pitiful attempt to conceal himself. Tanjuu walked over with the pistol inhand, he handed it back over with a cheery "There you go, everything's fine now." The man however raised the pistol and fired at Tanjuu, only to hear a light click of an empty gauge. He looked down at the pistol stupidly, then looked back up to find a revolver staring him in the face. Tanjuu held up the removed pistol ammunition with a gesture of 'Nice try dipshit, now you've made me have to go and do this' and fired the Magnum at point blank range.
Considering the use of a spare pistol, Tanjuu walked off in the direction of the tavern as he thought.
Never give a sucker an even break. Good advice Don...
Name: Known by many, but Tanjuu should suffice.
Age: Aight, if you must know I'm 16.
Role Playing Experience: Not an extreme amount, more or less a moderator on a number of different boards.
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Tanjuu Shageki
Age: 23.4
Gender: Male
Bio:
History: A curious case indeed, an American orphan named by Japanese immigrants while learning what was necessary through living on the streets. The curious part being that he managed to learn more than the average schooled child. (Blaming the American education system here.) Earning his pay during his teenage years as a simple games store clerk, he eventually managed to scrounge up enough to rent small apartment... right across from the headquarters of the city mafia as he found out one day. Rather than shooting Tanjuu as he'd expected, the Don took him under his wing and allowed Tanjuu to join the ranks. Years did pass as Tanjuu ascended in the ranks, reaching the point of being the Don's right hand man. But the day came when the Don did pass on, leaving Tanjuu with the responsibility of becoming the head honcho of the city's crime... which he declined and left to pursue his own life. That was, until the day the infected reared their ugly heads. Now a man on no mission, no goal nor want of life faces the odds, which he will tip in his favor...
Physical: A lanky, tall figure more suited to the art of stealth. With a height of 6'2 and a total weight of 100lbs, Tanjuu isn't something too interesting to look at. Short black hair adorns his crown as well as a thin mustache more like lip bristle than hair. Very pale skin with only the barest of tans and finely haired arms. This build is concealed by what appears to be an expensive tailored black business suit, consisting of a red tie, white undershirt, black shined shoes, black pants and black single-breasted jacket (often unbuttoned). Worn atop his head is an equally black fedora worn low to hide his heterochromia affected eyes (left eye green and right eye blue). As far as weaponry goes, he keeps a Smith and Wessen Model 29-2 holestered on his right hip and a Model 1927A5 Thompson with drum magazine concealed in the jacket. A constant feature his the cigar caught between his teeth, no matter the time or place, there would be a fresh one to smoke.
Personality: Tanjuu is as a whole, a reasonable being to get along with. Despite his short stint in the mafia, he remained a somewhat good-natured man with a few 'unsavoury ideals.' Tanjuu is also well humoured with a heavy layer deadpan delivery to each occasion, often attempting to try and add one-liners to situations he deems neccesary. Despite his joking demeanor, he does try and get along with allies and in the case of uninfected enemies, believes in the art of charisma to bring potential allies to his side.
Role Play Post Example:
'Never give a sucker an even break.'
This was the wisdom of W.C.Fields, a man who knew that no man should give another an advantage so that they may use it upon you. Just one of the many teachings that had been handed down by the Don, who was very much the father figure.
Tanjuu however would come to disregard this rule during these times of apocalyptic carnage. No matter how hard he would try to ignore the screams and pathetic pleas for assistance, it was usually he who would need to come to their rescue. And it never friggen' helped! Not even so much as a thank you from these people, instead they would often run away from him still shrieking hysterically only to be killed off later on. This time however was different, the civillian was not exactly helpless but instead attempting to take down a crowd of infected with only a pistol! Tanjuu was contempt in simply letting the man handle himself, but when the handgun flew out of the fat man's hands Tanjuu sighed and decided to make himself known. Running out from the alleyway and firing off his Thompson into the crowd, mowing them down with extreme accuracy.
As the Thompson died down, as did the infected horde. The fat man now cowered in the corner with both hands over his head in a pitiful attempt to conceal himself. Tanjuu walked over with the pistol inhand, he handed it back over with a cheery "There you go, everything's fine now." The man however raised the pistol and fired at Tanjuu, only to hear a light click of an empty gauge. He looked down at the pistol stupidly, then looked back up to find a revolver staring him in the face. Tanjuu held up the removed pistol ammunition with a gesture of 'Nice try dipshit, now you've made me have to go and do this' and fired the Magnum at point blank range.
Considering the use of a spare pistol, Tanjuu walked off in the direction of the tavern as he thought.
Never give a sucker an even break. Good advice Don...