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Being a big ol' Japan nerd and having played a lot of VtM: Bloodlines, I'm totally down for this. I'll throw up a character sometime tomorrow.
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 Daimon Sasaka Daimon has had a turbulent life. An adopted son of a underground boxer living in Tokyo, he’s had a mean temper ever since he was a baby. What started with temper tantrums as a child, grew into beatings of other children as he aged. His father was often called to apologize to the family of the children Daimon beat up, but behind closed doors he would punish his son the only way a boxer could. This all changed when he enrolled in higher education, studying Pop Culture. Learning about the ins and outs of pop culture seemed to have a calming effect on him, not having started a single fight since his enrollment. But in truth he had taught himself some restraint, his aggression kept in check and fed by drunken bar brawls with random strangers as well as studying. It’s during this time that Daimon began indulging in fashion, the social scene and how the world really worked. He saw businesses as the hands that rocked the world’s cradle and decided that this was his future. Upon graduating, he went through a couple small business jobs before getting sick of the monotony of such life and opened his own nightclub. The foreigners have a saying, “All roads lead to Rome”. Using that as his motto, he’s now trying to build his own empire and have a hand in the way the world works. One meeting and violent assault at a time. After being turned and having the night opened to him, Daimon began looking into the world of the zaibatsus. In there, he saw a possibility for unification. Merge all the assets into one zaibatsu… with him as the head. • Tell about the time you hit rock bottom, the time where you were most open to the supernatural and the Embrace. At your lowest point, who did you end up leaving out in the cold? It has been a few years since I started my business. The club was running, not perfectly but it was. A place like mine didn't really draw in a lot of money, so I was always looking to make ends meet. But then came a letter from the bank, along with a bill from my suppliers. The amount of money they wanted from me, it was too much. I couldn't pay that. It was a slow month, I had a little poo poo selling alcohol and pocketing the money. I was ruined, this was it. I would have to go back and face Father... In the moment when I was losing my mind, my secretary came in to report a high class customer had entered. He was dressed in the latest upper class fashion, the kind that isn't seen in clubs like mine. Real high class stuff. In my desperation, I decided I was either going to milk him dry with booze, talk him into a cooperative venture or kill him and take everything he ever had. And I did want to kill him, just to calm myself down. What happened then... lets just say he introduced me into a new world. And he owns half the club now. • Who is the vampire you identify with the most? This may or may not be your sire, but this is the vampire you look at a model to compare other Kindred against. My sire, definitely. Big businessman, rich, finger in every pie. I thought of myself as someone who could play people as well as hurt them, he showed me how wrong I was in both aspects. • What is about the vampire curse that scares you? Excites you? Tell me about another Kindred in this city who exemplifies everything you're afraid to become. I've always had a... temper. Father called me a wild beast in the guise of man. Ever since the siring, that has never been more apt. I've heard of some vampires who completely lost themselves to the Beast. I've seen them when I was running jobs. They freak me out. Definitely. The danger of becoming like that, freaky. • Someone knows your secret, part of it at least. You either told them, or you allowed too much of nature to slip for them to ignore it. Who are they and why are they still part of your life? My secretary. The first few times I needed to feed, I invited some of the more troublesome customers to my office. "Give them a talk about how we do things" was the excuse to just ravage them. Then one of the little bastards started yelling and before I could shut up him, my secretary bursts in, her eyes wide. Who can blame her? Guy slumped over in his seat in front of my desk, me standing over him with a blood soaked suit and blood running down my mouth. Frozen in shock as she was, I cleaned up my mouth and invited her in. Explained the situation to her, the dangers of what would happen if she talked. I was shaking, my composure shot from her seeing me so I think she got the message. That was painful to me. She's an old friend, good person, not someone I'd ever hurt, even now. But she had to know. I also doubled her pay. • Outside the protection of the zaibatsu, how do you survive your day to day hours? Who keeps you safe when you sleep, whether they know it or not? I got roller blinds in every room of the house, though I only sleep in my room with the door firmly locked. Father, drat the old bastard, takes care of me while I'm out. He's living with me because its more convenient for him. He knows the hours I pull, so he doesn't ask why I'm sleeping the entire day. If someone would be stupid enough to attack me, I'm sure the old fart could break them in half. He's a former underground boxer. • How did you first come in contact with the Maeda Group? Who did you have to impress to get the zaibatsu to notice you? A business meeting at the Womb VIP room in midnight. Arranged by my sire, he was showing me off to the group big wigs (I think they were big wigs anyway). Said that I might be of some interest to them. Can't say I really impressed them at first, saying how I wasn't tranquil enough yet or something, until one of their aides accidentally spilled wine over my green shirt and I beat him to death with the wine bottle. That got a few eyebrows raised and I got considered for some low level work. Not the kind of splash I was looking to make, but it got me the job. Archer666 fucked around with this message at 19:41 on Apr 20, 2014 |
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Daimon Sasaka Impressions first, the questions to be followed. Kei: One of those body-mods you can hear about in the hushed corners of Shibuya. Freaks among the living, poseurs among the dead. She kind of freaked me out when we first met, never seen one of those people in my club before, didn't know what to expect. However she turned out to be not that bad. A little strange, but who in the body-mod community could be considered normal? I respect her skills, she has real talent when it comes to tattoos and the occult, but I would never let her work on me. But for me.... Now that's another story. Reiko: Reiko, Reiko, Reiko.. Smooth businesswoman, that one. The danger with her is not the knife behind her back, but the seductive venom of her words. Knows how to dress to impress. On bad nights, its her face I see smashed instead of the poor sap that I'm working on. Her success in the business, the way she can talk her way out of everything and into anything she wants... It drives me crazy. However, I'd love to have her as a business partner. Someone her age, I'm sure she can teach me a thing or two. Jou: A wage slave. Dresses horribly, looks horrible, everything about him is the opposite of me. But... I find myself pitying him every time I see him, a rare emotion. However pity doesn't make dealing with him any less easier, he's a fool. If he survives when I take control of this city, maybe I'll see about helping him. If he's alive by then. Not going to hold my breath for that, though. V-Yako: Imagine my surprise when, during the groups first meeting, I saw her sitting at the table. We played some of her remixed songs in our club until The Video. She was everything I expected her to be: blatant, loud, annoying and on the cutting edge of Shibuya fashion. A child. I know how to deal with her kind, fortunately. Still, sometimes I catch myself thinking how better life would be if she took a pipe to the back of the head until she learned not to flaunt our existence so openly. Question 1 asked about who you abandoned in your lowest moment. Now, find another human character already present, then tell me how they connected after you left your abandoned behind.\ So once my Sire bailed me out, he decided to make some changes to my club. One of those changes was setting up a small VIP area for the talent to relax without getting mobbed by fans. As a courtesy, I always meet and make small chat with the talent. Make sure everything is alright, how they're liking the club, things like that. Most of them quickly get on my bad side, but one. Shimizu Junji was polite, didn't complain about the club or the service, and was also not a complete idiot. We share the same education and our tastes for music are identical. After the night of his performance, he visits the bar (incognito of course) occasionally to chat and relax from his busy daylife. Question 3 asked about the vampire that exemplifies what you fear most about your curse. Find a mortal already connected to you, then tell me what that vampire wants from them. Put the mortal in peril. Lately, I've noticed Yoriko has been in serious financial trouble. Working overtime, asking for her paycheck early. Which was strange, since I doubled her pay and I know she's good with money. So one day, I asked her into my office to explain herself. Apparently a month after she found out about me, she was partying in Roppongi and made the stupidest error of being too drunk. While deciding that she had enough to drink and was about to go home, she got lured away to a bar by one of those touts that bother drunk tourists over there. Her being drunk as she was, she didn't notice a table of punks sitting all the way in the back. She was given several more drinks to completely drown her senses and resistance. Before blacking out she remembers seeing one of the punks coming over to her with a phone in his hands. When she woke up, she didn't tell me where exactly, she found that the bastards took pictures of her... body and demanded monthly payment or the pictures would go on the internet as well as to all her friends family. A few days after she told me the story I found out that this bar is run by those animal Gangrels. I will have to teach them a lesson about blackmailing my employees. Question 4 asked about a mortal who knows your secret. Find another Kindred who suspects that mortal of breaching the Masquerade. Since we're both running a business, I decided to ask Reiko over to my club. Show off a little bit, you know? Maybe talk about setting up a advertisement partnership. While we were having our talk, my secretary walks in to ask if we need a drink or something to eat. She expected me to say no, but when Reika also said no, Yoriko hesitated for a moment too long before bowing and exiting the room. While its not strange not to refuse a drink, the fact that she knows about me probably made her suspicious of Reika when she refused. Maybe I'm just worrying about nothing, though.. Maybe Reika didn't notice it. Question 5 asked about the one who keeps you safe while your sleep. Find another character, mortal or vampire, who is pressuring or threatening them (and therefore, your haven). My old man used to be a good boxer. Boxed in the underground circuit for big money against others like him, crazy people who's only talent was punching things. One of the boxers he defeated, his name was Daisuke Anzai, held a grudge against father since the time he got his nose broken and 4 teeth knocked out during a bout with father. The guy is crazy, once every years he'd vandalize our property or come threaten father. After the siring, I put him out of my mind, but lately rumors in the undergrounds are starting to surface that worry me. They're saying that old man Anzai got his 2nd wind, returning to the underground at the age of 60. He's faster now, stronger, his fighting style more animalistic. Some times he gets so wild in the ring that once he's done bashing his opponents jaw into dust, he'll greedily lick the blood off of his fists. These rumors reek of Gangrel.. and if they're true, then its just a matter of time before Anzai comes to father for a rematch. Question 6 asked about your contact in the Maeda Group. Find another Kindred who they are rivals with, whether political, business, or simply through a blood vendetta. Suzuki Ichibei, for sure. My Sire can't stand him. They've been fighting for control of the Shibuya nightlife for a long, long time. Turnovers, takeovers, liquidations, mergers, clubs closing or changing ownerships, all is a chess game between the both of them. My club happened to get caught in the crossfire and absorbed, just another pawn for My Sire. I'm grateful for that, Ichibei looks too soft for my tastes. Archer666 fucked around with this message at 23:30 on Apr 23, 2014 |
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Apr 23, 2014 00:12
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Oh christ. Sorry. I had some problems with my moving out and whole bunch of personal issues just led to me breaking down and ditching all responsibilities for a while. I'm doing a bit better now. Sorry, didn't mean to screw things up for you guys. I'll be around this weekend onward.
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Jun 11, 2014 20:13
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