Post by Cali on Sept 14, 2015 10:18:14 GMT -8
WORLD WIDE REGISTRY
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
Yosuke Akiyama
Yosuke Akiyama
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
July 1st | 27
July 1st | 27
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT CITIZENSHIP:
Kibo, Japan | Japanese
Kibo, Japan | Japanese
FACE CLAIM:
Shokudaikiri Mitsutada Touken Ranbu
Shokudaikiri Mitsutada Touken Ranbu
UNIT NAME/POSITION:
Vitiate Sacrifice
Vitiate Sacrifice
UNIT PARTNER:
Aadesh Mishra
Aadesh Mishra
NAME LOCATION:
Vertically down the neck on left side; below ear
Vertically down the neck on left side; below ear
GENDER:
Male
Male
MARITAL STATUS:
Taken
Taken
OCCUPATION:
Hired Hand
Hired Hand
ALIAS:
Played by CALI
Played by CALI
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Protective. Yosuke took care of his sister from 16 to 23, making sure she stayed on the right track both in school and out of. Because of the need for him to step up as a provider for her, he was forced to shed the skin of childhood early. This protectiveness has lasted beyond her death and is transferred to his fighter. Yosuke will do anything and everything to protect him.
Unpredictable. A bit of a loose canon with violent tendencies, Yos thrives in the underground. It works as an escape for him – a way to let out all of the anger that he holds.
Convicted. He is of the firm belief that the aristocratic families are corrupt and need to be leveled right to the ground, and he will stop at nothing to see this dream become a reality. To add to this, he is also quite fond of using his will as a sacrifice to overpower unruly fighters. The subject was of endless amusement to him when he first claimed Aadesh.
Masochistic. He is unashamed to say that he enjoys the bindings of spell battle. A good fight, glass against his skin, bones slamming into flesh, it's all the same to him. He laughed at the end of his first battle with his fighter.
Unpredictable. A bit of a loose canon with violent tendencies, Yos thrives in the underground. It works as an escape for him – a way to let out all of the anger that he holds.
Convicted. He is of the firm belief that the aristocratic families are corrupt and need to be leveled right to the ground, and he will stop at nothing to see this dream become a reality. To add to this, he is also quite fond of using his will as a sacrifice to overpower unruly fighters. The subject was of endless amusement to him when he first claimed Aadesh.
Masochistic. He is unashamed to say that he enjoys the bindings of spell battle. A good fight, glass against his skin, bones slamming into flesh, it's all the same to him. He laughed at the end of his first battle with his fighter.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Before the accident, Yosuke was a typical older brother. Picking on his little sister (but god forbid anyone else picked on her...), going to Seven Moons, listening to music in his room and playing video games. He was rather uninteresting.
After the accident, he transitioned from older brother to stand-in parent.
”The interesting thing about glass going through one's eye in a car accident is that it feels as though boba has just exploded across one's face. The uninteresting thing about one's parents dying in a car accident is that Japan's government system simply does not care. No welfare, no place to stay, not a damn thing is given out to orphans of tragedy.”
Let it be known that Yosuke had never really cared for the aristocrats of Japan. Seven families with more control over both the innocent and unit worlds than the entire rest of Japan put together? More power, more sway than every idol, every celebrity, every single nobody put together. It was unfair. With his parents gone, Yos turned to the underground in order to make his money. Drug slinging, betting on fights, escorting... whatever needed to be done in order to care for his sister, he did it. He got himself good with a sword (a secret in at a shop downtown helped him out with that) and he started working as a for-hire cleaner. If someone had a problem, he'd take care of it.
It's staggering, the things people will turn a blind eye to (no pun intended), and the things they will drop the guillotine for.
The aristocratic family that “owned” downtown – the ones who toasted champagne with police for a lower trafficking rate with one hand and sold unsuspecting people into slavery with the other – didn't like the fact that they had an unregistered, unofficially trained cleaner running amok in their territory. Yosuke was good at what he did, and he openly disagreed with their power. So a warning was sent; just one, to cease and desist. Anonymous, of course, though he knew immediately who had sent it. One warning was all he would get, the letter read. One warning, and then he would be punished.
But bills are bills, and a sister needs food. A sister has college tuition to pay that waitressing simply won't cover fully. So he burned the letter and kept doing exactly what he had previously been doing.
When he came home to find his sister's head on the tatami mat, all hell broke loose.
Anyone in the way of him for the next eight months either faced his will or his sword. He stopped escorting and turned solely to violence. Let the Nakamura's come for him – he would gladly take them down. A plot formed in Yosuke's mind; punish the aristocrats just as drastically as they had punished him. Annihilate them all. Bring their power, their smarmy smirks, down into rubble. Yosuke wanted to dethrone the kings and queens of their world.
A year and a half after Sou's death would reveal a more ruthless version of her protective older brother. He used his in at the store Diadema to get guns, bad drugs, anything to numb his pain and help him bring his plan of taking out the aristocrats into reality.
Word travels quickly in the underground, carried on the backs of rats and people lesser than them. Fighters kept as slaves by a family not quite at aristocrat status. If the golden seven were kings and queens, this family was noblemen. Nipping at the heels of the highest – eating their leftovers.
Yosuke was going to take them out.
He vividly recalls sneaking to the estate one night, god only knows what the time was. A climbed tree, a camouflage of green leaves, and a floor-to-ceiling window were his only companions for hours. One thing he would commend this family for was their discretion. He could see servants, sure. But he couldn't see any abuse in action. The rings were all muffled, hidden by nullifiers. Were they fighters caught in a slave ring, or were they there by choice – a job of sorts?
Hours passed slowly until he finally got an answer. One servant had dropped a glass of what looked like brandy onto the rug, and the fear in his eyes spoke volumes. Yosuke had leaned forward in interest, aching to see what the reaction of the head of the house would be.
When he saw the scared man hit his knees, when the flash of a switch resulted in a cry of pain, and especially when he caught a glimpse of the word Vitiate down the man's neck, Yosuke saw nothing but red.
It wasn't the cleanest job he'd ever done, no. But it was effective. The glass from the window had been kicked in before he could think of a plan. They were fighters. His fighter, a mere slave, abused by this family. What else had they done to him? He noticed the lack of ears, but there were a thousand ways his fighter could have lost them...
His will had never been stronger than that night. Yosuke probably could have controlled every fighter in that house. But there was only one person he needed at his side to take care of this.
”Fighter. My side. Now.”
Oh, the man was beautiful, even in this state. And the look in his eyes, fear and awe and that little slice of excitement... it gave him chills. Together, they bound the man's captors. The order was given to get every innocent life out of the house. An address – a small shop in the underground; a woman would be waiting there who would help. Give every innocent person that address and send them away. They didn't need to see what would happen here tonight.
The nose of Yosuke's gun was pressed to the head of house's forehead for almost half an hour before his fighter returned to his side. The nullifier had been turned off, which was fantastic, as his own ring could beam out a full strength and join that of the darker man beside him. Bring in the man's wife, he commanded, and then...
”Burn it all.”
He waited until the smoke was visible from underneath the closed door to send away his fighter. To wait in safety a block to the east – a simple order. The gun turned from the balding man who had kept his fighter captive for so long to his wide eyed, crying wife. Both had been gagged and bound, which looked oh so fantastic when mixed with terror. Without a word, he tapped her forehead with the nose and pulled the trigger.
The cry from the man was more satisfying when he realized that he would not be getting the same merciful treatment. Yosuke was back out the broken window before the smoke could get into his nose.
Of course, any true happiness with his fighter was spoiled very quickly, considering the man – Aadesh, he had begrudgingly given his name – was just as adverse to his own sacrifice as he had been to the household that had kept him under. He fought orders at every turn, even in the middle of battle. But Yosuke was used to bratty children, and instead of punishing Aya (as he liked to call the man) he simply forced his will over him. He crushed him under the weight of his orders, so there was no possible fighting against it. And he could see the exhilaration hidden behind anger in his fighter's eyes; Aya liked it just as much as Yos did.
Three years later, they still have their differences. Aya still fights Yosuke occasionally, and Yos still crushes his fighter with willpower. But in certain ways, they have helped each other heal. Yosuke believes this as firmly as he believes the aristocrats need to come down.
Before Sou's death
One of the first times laughing since losing his sister
After the accident, he transitioned from older brother to stand-in parent.
”The interesting thing about glass going through one's eye in a car accident is that it feels as though boba has just exploded across one's face. The uninteresting thing about one's parents dying in a car accident is that Japan's government system simply does not care. No welfare, no place to stay, not a damn thing is given out to orphans of tragedy.”
Let it be known that Yosuke had never really cared for the aristocrats of Japan. Seven families with more control over both the innocent and unit worlds than the entire rest of Japan put together? More power, more sway than every idol, every celebrity, every single nobody put together. It was unfair. With his parents gone, Yos turned to the underground in order to make his money. Drug slinging, betting on fights, escorting... whatever needed to be done in order to care for his sister, he did it. He got himself good with a sword (a secret in at a shop downtown helped him out with that) and he started working as a for-hire cleaner. If someone had a problem, he'd take care of it.
It's staggering, the things people will turn a blind eye to (no pun intended), and the things they will drop the guillotine for.
The aristocratic family that “owned” downtown – the ones who toasted champagne with police for a lower trafficking rate with one hand and sold unsuspecting people into slavery with the other – didn't like the fact that they had an unregistered, unofficially trained cleaner running amok in their territory. Yosuke was good at what he did, and he openly disagreed with their power. So a warning was sent; just one, to cease and desist. Anonymous, of course, though he knew immediately who had sent it. One warning was all he would get, the letter read. One warning, and then he would be punished.
But bills are bills, and a sister needs food. A sister has college tuition to pay that waitressing simply won't cover fully. So he burned the letter and kept doing exactly what he had previously been doing.
When he came home to find his sister's head on the tatami mat, all hell broke loose.
Anyone in the way of him for the next eight months either faced his will or his sword. He stopped escorting and turned solely to violence. Let the Nakamura's come for him – he would gladly take them down. A plot formed in Yosuke's mind; punish the aristocrats just as drastically as they had punished him. Annihilate them all. Bring their power, their smarmy smirks, down into rubble. Yosuke wanted to dethrone the kings and queens of their world.
A year and a half after Sou's death would reveal a more ruthless version of her protective older brother. He used his in at the store Diadema to get guns, bad drugs, anything to numb his pain and help him bring his plan of taking out the aristocrats into reality.
Word travels quickly in the underground, carried on the backs of rats and people lesser than them. Fighters kept as slaves by a family not quite at aristocrat status. If the golden seven were kings and queens, this family was noblemen. Nipping at the heels of the highest – eating their leftovers.
Yosuke was going to take them out.
He vividly recalls sneaking to the estate one night, god only knows what the time was. A climbed tree, a camouflage of green leaves, and a floor-to-ceiling window were his only companions for hours. One thing he would commend this family for was their discretion. He could see servants, sure. But he couldn't see any abuse in action. The rings were all muffled, hidden by nullifiers. Were they fighters caught in a slave ring, or were they there by choice – a job of sorts?
Hours passed slowly until he finally got an answer. One servant had dropped a glass of what looked like brandy onto the rug, and the fear in his eyes spoke volumes. Yosuke had leaned forward in interest, aching to see what the reaction of the head of the house would be.
When he saw the scared man hit his knees, when the flash of a switch resulted in a cry of pain, and especially when he caught a glimpse of the word Vitiate down the man's neck, Yosuke saw nothing but red.
It wasn't the cleanest job he'd ever done, no. But it was effective. The glass from the window had been kicked in before he could think of a plan. They were fighters. His fighter, a mere slave, abused by this family. What else had they done to him? He noticed the lack of ears, but there were a thousand ways his fighter could have lost them...
His will had never been stronger than that night. Yosuke probably could have controlled every fighter in that house. But there was only one person he needed at his side to take care of this.
”Fighter. My side. Now.”
Oh, the man was beautiful, even in this state. And the look in his eyes, fear and awe and that little slice of excitement... it gave him chills. Together, they bound the man's captors. The order was given to get every innocent life out of the house. An address – a small shop in the underground; a woman would be waiting there who would help. Give every innocent person that address and send them away. They didn't need to see what would happen here tonight.
The nose of Yosuke's gun was pressed to the head of house's forehead for almost half an hour before his fighter returned to his side. The nullifier had been turned off, which was fantastic, as his own ring could beam out a full strength and join that of the darker man beside him. Bring in the man's wife, he commanded, and then...
”Burn it all.”
He waited until the smoke was visible from underneath the closed door to send away his fighter. To wait in safety a block to the east – a simple order. The gun turned from the balding man who had kept his fighter captive for so long to his wide eyed, crying wife. Both had been gagged and bound, which looked oh so fantastic when mixed with terror. Without a word, he tapped her forehead with the nose and pulled the trigger.
The cry from the man was more satisfying when he realized that he would not be getting the same merciful treatment. Yosuke was back out the broken window before the smoke could get into his nose.
Of course, any true happiness with his fighter was spoiled very quickly, considering the man – Aadesh, he had begrudgingly given his name – was just as adverse to his own sacrifice as he had been to the household that had kept him under. He fought orders at every turn, even in the middle of battle. But Yosuke was used to bratty children, and instead of punishing Aya (as he liked to call the man) he simply forced his will over him. He crushed him under the weight of his orders, so there was no possible fighting against it. And he could see the exhilaration hidden behind anger in his fighter's eyes; Aya liked it just as much as Yos did.
Three years later, they still have their differences. Aya still fights Yosuke occasionally, and Yos still crushes his fighter with willpower. But in certain ways, they have helped each other heal. Yosuke believes this as firmly as he believes the aristocrats need to come down.
Before Sou's death
One of the first times laughing since losing his sister
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