Post by Takeshi Arai on Apr 5, 2009 17:23:22 GMT -5
Name: Takeshi Arai
Age: 28
Date of Birth: October 3rd, 1983
Gender: Male
Occupation: Defense Attorney
School: N/A
Class: N/A
Personality: Extremely neat and concerned with appearances, Takeshi has an unparalleled attention to detail that borders on obsessive. Patient as death, he finds no boredom in pouring over books and dense legal documents as long as the subject matter he was researching for interested him. Even beyond the world of research, his care and attention to detail was useful in making sure that no evidence could link back to him from any of his many victims.
+ Positive Characteristics Articulate, passionate, patient, calm, intelligent, careful, capable
- Negative Characteristics A serial rapist, uncaring, dismissive, ruthless, callousness, a sociopath, cowardly, overly obsessed with cleanliness
Appearance:
Takeshi is a good looking young man, though in an average way. His perpetual look of exhaustion hallows out his eyes and gives him a rather menacing look, which is quite useful in a court room. Paying a team of three women $100 a day to artfully dishevel his hair before ordering his valet to choose one of the many designer suits is part of an average morning for him. For work, he prefers crisp black suits, black ties, and white shirts -- all of the highest quality, as a rule. During the weekends, he continues to wear his suits, although occasionally he'll sub in a colorful button down for his usual stark white shirts.
Clubs: N/A
Statistics:
Courage: Reliable
Knowledge: Professor
Expression: Enthralling
Diligence: Rock Solid
Understanding: Basic
Weapon(s): Any book that happens to be laying around (the larger the better)
Starting Equips: Crisp suit and a legal pad
Persona:
---Name: Annut (Egyptian Goddess that judges the dead)
---Arcana: Judgment
---Repel: N/A
---Drain: Electricity
---Null: Ice
---Resist: N/A
---Weak: Fire
Ultimate Persona:
---Name: Taweret (demon-wife of Apophis)
---Arcana: Judgment
---Repel: Ice, Electricity
---Drain: Fire
---Null: N/A
---Resist: Light
---Weak: N/A
---Final Moveset: Tentarafoo, Foolish Whisper, Spirit Drain, Marakunda, Rakukaja, Bufudyne, Mabufula, Hell's Judgment
History: Takeshi Arai became a defense attorney because he was expected to. Coming from a family of bleeding hearts (and bleeding pocket books), Takeshi watched them slowly give away everything as handouts to people who didn't deserve life in the first place -- all while his father, mother, and brothers were splitting one bowl of meat six ways each night.
Takeshi slowly developed a hatred for the people funneling in and out of their house. Filthy, dirty people with too many children and too much disease clinging to them like filth. It didn't seem appropriate that he, the son of a great lawyer, should have to share a bed with the disgusting brats of his father's charity cases. Once his teen years hit and his thin pre-pubescent body became more toned and muscular from various sports teams, Takeshi began doing something about it. He began simply beating up whomever he could, using his power as the son of their host to keep them from talking. Then, gradually, as hormones began to surge within him, he began taking advantage of them in other, more damaging ways.
All this went quite undetected by his family. Takeshi Arai was a hardworking honor student who seemed to be permanently affixed to the top of his class. Groomed since childhood to take his father's place at the court offices, Takeshi looked the part along with acting it. But, after the bang and celebration of graduating law school at the top of his class, the excitement quickly wore off. Without realizing it was happening, Takeshi had fallen into his father's life. Taking on clients as he was assigned them by the courts was hardly glamorous or fulfilling to an academic mind such as Takeshi. Most were petty robberies or assault and batteries -- Takeshi stopped caring. He served each client with the same lackluster defense and, of course, no one called him on it -- the physical evidence most of the criminals he defended left behind them was staggering. The sheer stupidity of their crimes was the trigger that only increased Takeshi's interest in his own perverse hobby.
Slowly, to relieve the boredom, Takeshi developed a formula for the perfect series of crimes. Trawling through back alleys, around homeless shelters, battered women's homes, and orphanages, he would choose his victims carefully and then strike with methodical attention to detail. The "uniform" he'd developed consisted of heavy makeup, a prosthetic nose, long black gloves, and several condoms. He didn't much care who his victims were, and his motives weren't for sexual gratification (despite their origins there). This was his own personal way for avenging his family's slow wane due to its own excessive philanthropy. He never killed them, ensuring that they would be made to live in the same discomfort he'd had. It was only fair.
Then, one day, he met a kindred spirit.
Hiroki Miyamora was introduced to him in the meeting room of Port Island's medium security detention facility. He was nineteen, with a record, unshakable confidence, and a charge of murdering a small girl. Takeshi immediately took interest in him. The two would spend hours discussing those who clung so pathetically to terrible lives and the society that allowed them, even helped them, do just that.
Finally, a case worth his time.
The potential he had been hiding away due to lack of interest or will suddenly unleashed. Damning evidence was thrown out left and right due to the smallest of loopholes while he slowly built a case against the victim's mother. He even succeeding in getting her husband to admit on the stand that he was nervous about her mental health. It was a stunning defense, garnering attention from firms around the city. Takeshi was suddenly the hero attorney saving a wrongfully accused youth.
The only snag was Hiroki's guilt. Not to mention how proud of himself for it he was. It would be a lie to say Takeshi wasn't proud of him as well.
Takeshi continued to keep in touch with Hiroki off and on throughout the following year. During this time, Takeshi was recruited by a top firm and, within a few months, had more high profile clients than he knew what to do with. Money was streaming in from everywhere as he finally claimed the life he knew he'd deserved since childhood. But the correspondence with Hiroki helped keep his interest in his hobby strong even in the light of his success and vast wealth.
However, in late June, Takeshi received another message from the delinquent. In it, he excitedly spoke of a way that their shared desire for mankind could be achieved. He sounded a touch different, with more refined word choices and a new, snaky script that wound gracefully over the page. It was very much unlike his usual letters -- and that made it that much more intriguing.
Leaving word with his secretary that he would be taking a vacation, Takeshi packed up a suitcase of things (including his "uniform") and piled into one of his three expensive luxury cars and headed off towards the location the letter had specified: Inaba.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.
Age: 28
Date of Birth: October 3rd, 1983
Gender: Male
Occupation: Defense Attorney
School: N/A
Class: N/A
Personality: Extremely neat and concerned with appearances, Takeshi has an unparalleled attention to detail that borders on obsessive. Patient as death, he finds no boredom in pouring over books and dense legal documents as long as the subject matter he was researching for interested him. Even beyond the world of research, his care and attention to detail was useful in making sure that no evidence could link back to him from any of his many victims.
+ Positive Characteristics Articulate, passionate, patient, calm, intelligent, careful, capable
- Negative Characteristics A serial rapist, uncaring, dismissive, ruthless, callousness, a sociopath, cowardly, overly obsessed with cleanliness
Appearance:
Takeshi is a good looking young man, though in an average way. His perpetual look of exhaustion hallows out his eyes and gives him a rather menacing look, which is quite useful in a court room. Paying a team of three women $100 a day to artfully dishevel his hair before ordering his valet to choose one of the many designer suits is part of an average morning for him. For work, he prefers crisp black suits, black ties, and white shirts -- all of the highest quality, as a rule. During the weekends, he continues to wear his suits, although occasionally he'll sub in a colorful button down for his usual stark white shirts.
Clubs: N/A
Statistics:
Courage: Reliable
Knowledge: Professor
Expression: Enthralling
Diligence: Rock Solid
Understanding: Basic
Weapon(s): Any book that happens to be laying around (the larger the better)
Starting Equips: Crisp suit and a legal pad
Persona:
---Name: Annut (Egyptian Goddess that judges the dead)
---Arcana: Judgment
---Repel: N/A
---Drain: Electricity
---Null: Ice
---Resist: N/A
---Weak: Fire
Ultimate Persona:
---Name: Taweret (demon-wife of Apophis)
---Arcana: Judgment
---Repel: Ice, Electricity
---Drain: Fire
---Null: N/A
---Resist: Light
---Weak: N/A
---Final Moveset: Tentarafoo, Foolish Whisper, Spirit Drain, Marakunda, Rakukaja, Bufudyne, Mabufula, Hell's Judgment
History: Takeshi Arai became a defense attorney because he was expected to. Coming from a family of bleeding hearts (and bleeding pocket books), Takeshi watched them slowly give away everything as handouts to people who didn't deserve life in the first place -- all while his father, mother, and brothers were splitting one bowl of meat six ways each night.
Takeshi slowly developed a hatred for the people funneling in and out of their house. Filthy, dirty people with too many children and too much disease clinging to them like filth. It didn't seem appropriate that he, the son of a great lawyer, should have to share a bed with the disgusting brats of his father's charity cases. Once his teen years hit and his thin pre-pubescent body became more toned and muscular from various sports teams, Takeshi began doing something about it. He began simply beating up whomever he could, using his power as the son of their host to keep them from talking. Then, gradually, as hormones began to surge within him, he began taking advantage of them in other, more damaging ways.
All this went quite undetected by his family. Takeshi Arai was a hardworking honor student who seemed to be permanently affixed to the top of his class. Groomed since childhood to take his father's place at the court offices, Takeshi looked the part along with acting it. But, after the bang and celebration of graduating law school at the top of his class, the excitement quickly wore off. Without realizing it was happening, Takeshi had fallen into his father's life. Taking on clients as he was assigned them by the courts was hardly glamorous or fulfilling to an academic mind such as Takeshi. Most were petty robberies or assault and batteries -- Takeshi stopped caring. He served each client with the same lackluster defense and, of course, no one called him on it -- the physical evidence most of the criminals he defended left behind them was staggering. The sheer stupidity of their crimes was the trigger that only increased Takeshi's interest in his own perverse hobby.
Slowly, to relieve the boredom, Takeshi developed a formula for the perfect series of crimes. Trawling through back alleys, around homeless shelters, battered women's homes, and orphanages, he would choose his victims carefully and then strike with methodical attention to detail. The "uniform" he'd developed consisted of heavy makeup, a prosthetic nose, long black gloves, and several condoms. He didn't much care who his victims were, and his motives weren't for sexual gratification (despite their origins there). This was his own personal way for avenging his family's slow wane due to its own excessive philanthropy. He never killed them, ensuring that they would be made to live in the same discomfort he'd had. It was only fair.
Then, one day, he met a kindred spirit.
Hiroki Miyamora was introduced to him in the meeting room of Port Island's medium security detention facility. He was nineteen, with a record, unshakable confidence, and a charge of murdering a small girl. Takeshi immediately took interest in him. The two would spend hours discussing those who clung so pathetically to terrible lives and the society that allowed them, even helped them, do just that.
Finally, a case worth his time.
The potential he had been hiding away due to lack of interest or will suddenly unleashed. Damning evidence was thrown out left and right due to the smallest of loopholes while he slowly built a case against the victim's mother. He even succeeding in getting her husband to admit on the stand that he was nervous about her mental health. It was a stunning defense, garnering attention from firms around the city. Takeshi was suddenly the hero attorney saving a wrongfully accused youth.
The only snag was Hiroki's guilt. Not to mention how proud of himself for it he was. It would be a lie to say Takeshi wasn't proud of him as well.
Takeshi continued to keep in touch with Hiroki off and on throughout the following year. During this time, Takeshi was recruited by a top firm and, within a few months, had more high profile clients than he knew what to do with. Money was streaming in from everywhere as he finally claimed the life he knew he'd deserved since childhood. But the correspondence with Hiroki helped keep his interest in his hobby strong even in the light of his success and vast wealth.
However, in late June, Takeshi received another message from the delinquent. In it, he excitedly spoke of a way that their shared desire for mankind could be achieved. He sounded a touch different, with more refined word choices and a new, snaky script that wound gracefully over the page. It was very much unlike his usual letters -- and that made it that much more intriguing.
Leaving word with his secretary that he would be taking a vacation, Takeshi packed up a suitcase of things (including his "uniform") and piled into one of his three expensive luxury cars and headed off towards the location the letter had specified: Inaba.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.