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M.S.R.P. II • View topic - Bei, Jian Nu (Jun)[Aomatsu]

M.S.R.P. II

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PostPosted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:54 pm 
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Location: at the mo... belgium.. later who knows???
size=12]uuhhhh
um this isnt exactly my second character or an NPC.well maybe he will be an NPC
i have no idea, but i would like to play as him as well if that is possible too
he is my secondary character in my novel and is Amaai's best friend.

also tips as to how to properly format a bio?

so um here goes:[/size]



<b><tt>Part one; the side show</tt></b>
<b>Chapter 8; The treaty.</b>
(location; bangkok, thailand.)
<i>five months later</i>
<br>
Jun traced the lines of Amaai’s scar as she slept.
He couldn’t sleep, not after what had happened.
But he couldn’t believe that Amaai could, after what she did.
Not that he wasn’t glad, Arashi deserved it, but for her to have <I>done it</I> with such calm... it unnerved him.

He held his hands up in the dark, the faint glow of neon lights from outside staining his skin, they were still trembling...

He turns to the side to watch his scarred bedmate sleep.
He closes his eyes and smells blood.
The blanket, pooled around his waist suddenly feels like the gush of blood that spilled in gurgled discontent as the Bolo’s edge carved through Arashi's Jugular.
He kicks the blanket away, as it becomes Arashi’s limp weight that straddled his legs to hold him down.
He brings a shaking hand to his eyes, as if he could darken his world even more.
He swallows a shaky breath as his mind replays the last, but not final time anyone would ever try to sink their fingers beneath his skin.
How Arashi’s breath and lewd words rasped against his ear and he knew, damnit he felt it within his bones that he couldn’t fight this...

Amaai shifted a turned, bringing an arm around his neck and pulling him in, her nose brushing slightly at his hair as she curled around him.
She had saved him, at the cost of a man’s life... and she slept.
He smiled in the darkness, it was a grim, bitter smile as his shakes subsided.

If this was the cost of strength, so be it. He too would sleep through the haze of blood.
<br>
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They had met three years ago. His mother’s body had been thrown off the cargo truck as they drove their way into Thailand.
The Yakuza decided that he would pay his mother’s debt for her.
It was only proper.... it was filial piety of course.
Arashi wasn’t the first man who took him; by force or not, and it really didn’t matter anymore.
He had learnt to shut down his mind (pretty much the same way Amaai had done when she had killed Arashi last night.)
<br>
She had arrived at the brothel one afternoon all those three years ago, in clean school uniform and pig tailed hair.
Pai cooed over her and fed her while he scrubbed the bathroom floor. She watched him as she ate her rice bun, and then offered him half.
He had scoffed at her offering, sworn at her in Chinese (not knowing she understood) and run off upstairs, leaving amaai to blink, look down at her bun.... shrug, and finish the rest.
<br>
The second time they met she was hanging up the laundry in the back.
She had called him to help her and he ignored her.
She yelled at him in Japanese to help out and he cursed again in Chinese, calling her an ugly hippo.....
She responded, to his surprise in perfect Mandarin and told him that he looked like a deformed monkey; and before he knew it he had pushed her and called her flat chested fatass (he wasnt wrong though).

She broke his nose after that comment.

Pai found them rolling on the ground locked in mortal combat before she split the two up.
She whacked Jun in the face for fighting with the intelligent daughter of their boss and she smacked Amaai behind the head for damaging the merchandise...
Pai also thought that it would be adequate if they treated each other’s injuries afterwards.

Jun pulled her hair and Amaai made sure his nose kept bleeding for another three hours.

Two weeks later, they found each other in local street fights with the younger non-yakuza thugs of the neighborhood.
Their fights were vicious and bloody and were generally equally matched, but Amaai had won at least a good four matches above him.
<br>
One day Amaai limped back to her father’s apartment for some new clothes.
Kenichi, after seeing the small stab wound in her shoulder drove to the brothel with a baseball bat, ready to pummel Jun into a pulp...
only to be socked in the face by a furious Amaai, who spat that if he even dared to raise a finger against Jun she would stop talking to him altogether and tell everyone at school that her father was a Yakuza.

He looked at Jun who was still standing in the corner, ready to defend himself against him and staring at Amaai’s back in shock and lowered his bat grumbling that he spoiled her and what did she care about him when she was being treated like that?

Amaai shrugged and told him it was none of her business and looked back to smirk at Jun.
“He’s mine to fight, you have no say in this...”
Secretly, Kenichi was proud.
Openly, Jun was challenged.
<br>
A year had passed since they met, they fought like there was no tomorrow, be it through sarcastic banter or actual fights, raking in the money from the local fights and splitting the winnings (from either side) evenly.
They had even made it a habit to treat each other’s wounds after.
<br>
The first time Amaai slipped into his bed she smacked him on the shoulder and told him to lie down... that it was just her, and that she was cold.

The next morning they both found each other’s legs tangled and her head in his chest. They parted blushing until he pushed her out of the bed and onto the floor.

She slept in his room every night after that, using her own room as their study room, where she taught him to read and write Japanese and English.
He constantly taunted her on the poor quality of her written Chinese and she’d insult him in tagalog.

They were inseparable and as much as Kenichi begrudged their sibling bond at least it kept her docile. Jun’s relationship with Amaai afforded him more free time. Pai’s maternal instinct over the two indulged his ‘play time’ with her over entertaining customers.
Of course, this frustrated Arashi, Kenichi’s subordinate and the brothel’s head watchdog, to no end.
It didn’t help that his taste lay in sweet young children... yet those two were far from sweet.
<br>
When Arashi mutilated Amaai, he had threatened her with repeating the same thing with Jun if she ever spoke to him so condescendingly again.

Jun swore that he would never allow him to touch her again, regardless of his threats and three months later, just a few hours ago; he punched Arashi in the gut hard enough to make him spit blood.
Arashi swore, grabbed the boy-man, and dragged him to one of the backrooms; breaking Jun’s wrist in the struggle.

Five minutes later Amaai walked into the brothel and heard his screams from the back.
Without even thinking, she dropped her books and ran to her room, grabbing her bolo from under the pillows and made her way towards the shouts before any of Arashi’s men could even intercept her...
<br>
She felt nothing... remembered nothing;
nothing but the shrill scrape of the bolo’s tip against the floor,
the smell of Arashi’s sweat,
the way the bolo sliced cleanly through his throat,
how his hair felt in her fingers as she pulled his head back enough to see his bulging eyes and his open mouth...
<br>
Jun stared at the blood that had spilled on to his stomach, then up at Amaai, who pushed his body aside like discarded toy.
She looked at him and held her hand out to him.
“Lets clean you up.”
<br>
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He pulled the sheets up around them shaking himself from the memories of the day’s events, and pulled Amaai in, reveling in the warmth oh her body and the scent of blood and soap in her hair.

He flexed his hands in the darkness and resolved to get stronger as a muted rage boiled in his chest.
She had saved him and yet he couldn’t save her.
The frustration rose to his throat like bitter bile.
It was yet another challenge;
get stronger, like her,
kill for her as she has killed for you.
It was a cold resolution, but it was good enough fuel for him.
<br>
Three weeks later, Jun stared down the barrel of the gun at the bloodied face of Arashi’s second man, the dead man's gun lay limp in his hand after attempting to shoot Amaai, despite Kenichi's presence.

Kenichi grit his teeth, frustrated that he wasn’t fast enough to defend her (ever), yet impressed with Jun’s speed and accuracy.

He decided that maybe he would take him back with them to Osaka, the boy could become useful as one of his guards perhaps.
Besides, Amaai would insist that he go with them anyway, and he hardly ever denied Amaai nowadays.
<br>
Jun tossed the gun aside and walked away from the body, his eyes meeting Amaai’s as he passed her to go back inside the brothel; a quiet understanding passing between the two in recognition to each other’s fate in this chaos.
In recognition of the roles they would play for each other.
No more fighting each other...
It was them against the world now.

Kenichi instructed him to pack, they would leave in the morning.
Amaai smiled bitterly and Jun bowed, rising again to meet his ‘sister’s’ eyes once more, sealing their pact.
<I>I will be your bullet, you will be my blade...</I>


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Bio-

Jun's bio

Name: Bei, Jian Nu./ Ho, Jian Nu. Better known as Jun.
Aliases/nicknames: the Hornet, Juicy boi, Geisha/Geiko. Salamander, Xia Long (dragon below).
Likes: Coffee, Angelina Jolie, old Jet Li movies, any kond of food that comes on a stick, cats and fish, cars, fighting, shooting cans, annoying Tatsuya, rock music, Hamasaki Ayumi (its his guilty pleasure shhh), sleeping next to Amaai, anyone who could overpower him in bed.. which is rare and nigh impossible.
Dislikes: The Yamaguchi Gumi, large breasts, not understanding things, betrayal.


History:
Jun was born in Shanghai. His mother, like Amaai being an indentured Chinese prostitute working under the Yakuza. He never went to school and was generally home schooled by the brothel madam and one of the Yakuza overseers, an old man he called Ossu (sir).
His childhood in Shanghai consisted of running around in the streets and running errands for the Yakuza soldiers, as a result he trained himself to fight considering the amount of street thugs he encountered daily. His ‘martial’ education however was rough and generally full of losses.
As a result however, Jun grew resilient enough to handle any physical with little problems, which was surprising considering that he was so skinny and lanky growing up.
The home front was no better, in a sordid environment where ladies and boys alike were used as pleasure toys, Jun naturally couldn’t tell the difference between this inner world and the real social world.


His relationship with his mother was difficult at best and homicidal at worst. Embittered by her loss in looks (she was once beautiful she complained) and her miserable situation, Mei An regularly abused her unwanted son, her words being worse than acid and the occasional blows she landed on him. Nonetheless, he remained within the protection of the brothel, taken care of by the male prostitutes and elder women in return for his running of errands and favors.


His real introduction to the world of red lights however was when he and his mother were transferred to Thailand to deal with a shortage of ‘internationalism’ at the Bangkok brothel.
Mei An, too drunk and drugged too move, eventually died from alcoholic poisoning (amongst other infections) during the long truck ride to Thailand. This didn’t stop her from biting out her last cruel words to her half-breed son.


“No one will ever want you, you dog. May my memory curse you.”


It didn’t take long for Mei An’s curse to exact itself upon her son. To make up for the logistic and financial cost of the funeral and the loss of revenue, the Bangkok Yakuza decided that the only way for Mei An to properly pay off her debts to the Yakuza was that her son take the burden, as good filial children do.
After all, he was young, strong and rather attractive, there were plenty of overweight, sleazy, British men who would relish a night with him. Soon he learnt to disassociate himself from the external world to escape his inevitable situation.



He met Amaai shortly after arriving in Bangkok after having spent a week in the house of his second ‘customer’.
They fought. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.


Their loyalty was forged in back streets and alleys where, in his spare time he fought in local street fights against local thugs and gangsters and learned kickboxing from his in-your-face experience with the Thai’s and Chinese martial arts from Amaai. She still beat him in more fights than he would have liked.


After Amaai moved into the brothel as an act of defiance against her Yakuza father (Jun’s jaw snapped to the side the day her father found her fighting, didn’t feel anything like the shock he felt when he found out she was his daughter though), Jun spent his nights sleeping next to Amaai in his bed, the extra warmth being his excuse for allowing such closeness.


His duties as a ‘companion’ continued, the Madam, Pai made sure that he was reserved for the higher paying customers, who were more often the more aggressive ones, only Jun was able to withstand their treatment repeatedly.
Arashi on the other hand, was an entirely different breed of man.
As an assistant boss to Amaai’s father, Kenichi, the man spent most of his days at the brothel, breathing down Pai’s neck and her paychecks. His abnormal taste in sickly girls and young boys made him a delicate patron and guardian, especially since among his most favored interests were Jun, and even more out of bounds, the disdainful and cocky Amaai.
This tension of course inevitably to Amaai’s disfigurement, an incident which was burned into Jun’s mind and left him feeling utterly helpless in the face of her injuries and mental trauma. The next few nights after that were spent with the two of them crying in their sleep, clutching at each other against their nightmares.


Two weeks later, Arashi thought it was safe enough to have his way with Jun, since Amaai had been gone for two days.
Despite his struggle, Arashi was still much stronger, nonetheless, Jun found himself covered in blood after Amaai slit his attacker’s throat from behind.
He swore from that day on that he had to become strong enough to return Amaai’s favor, but to also be on par with her. Their rivalry still acted as a bond between them, but not as strong as their loyalty, forged from simply being stuck in the same shithole together.


This promise was kept when he shot down Arashi’s avenger when he tried to attack Amaai, right in front of her father. After which he gained slightly begruged respect and an invitation to leave for Osaka with the two.
He didn’t even need to reply, they all knew the answer.

There in Osaka at just fifteen years of age, Jun worked as an ‘exclusive’ (and expensive) companion, kenichi made no effort to relieve him of his services as a prostitute but allowed him to train with member of his team to hone his shooting or fighting skills, when it came to fighting, only Amaai matched him (and sometimes surpassed) as his team-mates nonetheless respected him despite his primary ‘profession’.

One year later Akahashi Kenichi was killed in a noodle bar shootout, when he finally managed to get to Amaai’s apartment, he had no words to placate his ‘sister’s’ rage.

A week later he was requested by the Matriarch of the Aomatsu clan to move into their private compound along with Amaai. His services as a companion would be put on hold for the time being while negotiations were being made.
Oko, after making her desires known to Amaai approached Jun with the same request, to which he immediately agreed.
Wherever she goes, he goes.
His ‘companion’ services were minimized but not terminated and he spent most of his time with Amaai in high school.
This experience was met with utter bewilderment, Jun had little to no social skills in dealing with ‘normal’ kids his age. Especially since he thought everything was about sex, or fighting. Many of the girls in his class were always red from the aftereffects of Jun’s crude and rude vocabulary.
Eventually he became more social, his experience as a prostitute however lent to funny and awkward situations, but his friendship with Amaai provided a decent enough role model to mimic his public behavior from.
After several missions on the orders of Oko nee-san, Jun and Amaai were made the primary soldiers in Oko’s personal ‘army’, their lives however taking a turn as they head towards New York…

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koutetsu no ame ga furu chi no umi de
zutto mogaiteta kuroari ga shizundeku....

Her history and novel at the website
<a href="http://www.bloopdiary.com/viewentry.php?id=34026&num=187"><img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/taritorotot/d98e9d9b.jpg">
Outside of the Inside</a>

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Inventory
1 katana
1 Bolo (filipino sword/machete)
some decent ordinary gun (dontk now calibres and stuff... yet, but its no desert eagle)

NPC's
Bei, Jun (aomatsu) {ap}

other equipement
kawasaki ninja.
kimonos and such....:P
an apartment in tribeca

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