[SIGN UPS / OOC] Justice for the Common Man

[snowdog]

Applications still open! This first part isn't essential, feel free to skip. :3



“It’s decided. He dies.”

Cigarette smoke slithers listless to the ceiling, swathing with the motion of the rather crowded room, mingling with the scent of alcohol, and the sound of mumbled speech. While none speak particularly loudly, their collective murmurings become a soft drone in the stale air. Faces are lit with artificial light, emphasising the diversity of the group. Men. Women. Young. Old. All races, all colours. Such trivial things to be taken at face value are not important here.

“Tomorrow night, 8PM. Find someone to do it.”

What matters is the collective morality of these people, their belief in justice for the common man. Each one of them, at some point or another, has expressed disgust in their city’s society. If one is to be frank, who could blame them? The upholders of justice are unjust themselves. Attacks upon the innocent are rife. Ten percent of the city holds ninety percent of the wealth. It is a wealthy city, yet people die cold, hungry, and homeless in the backstreets, through no fault of their own. Drug abuse is commonplace, with many of the day’s deaths being down to some sort of overdose - many of the others being down to attacks by drug dealers. Walking the streets at night is seen as reckless; yet, even staying inside does nothing to keep one safe, for the criminals are not deterred by locks and walls - nor are they deterred by the punishment they may receive.

“Don’t bother with anything elaborate. The authorities won’t care about some dead drug dealer.”

Though, this is where our little group comes in.

Why wait for the authorities to deal with criminals when it is never going to happen? Why let the justice system fail the public time after time when each trial will determine a sentence that is barely enough punishment for the crime? Why let such things keep going on?

Why not take the law into your own hands and punish them yourself?


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So, the RP revolves around an underground group known as the Rodojinko - Japanese for workforce, or so I was told… also, it’s only Japanese because I like to use foreign words for names… - who could probably be best described as vigilantes. Since the police are so corrupt within their city, and are not doing anything to curb the growing levels of violence, and such other undesirable activities, this group has formed to do it themselves. They are fairly normal people, with normal jobs, but take part in the activities of the Rodojinko in an effort to help. They're pretty balanced as a group, and aren't becoming megalomaniacal with their activities. They retain control over themselves very well.

The RP takes place in a country with a fairly warm climate, with a green landscape. It takes place within Dagan City, but characters will be allowed outside of its limits where it is necessary. The city itself is fairly large, and as the RP is set in the future, it is more technologically advanced than the average metropolis today. Feel free to let your imagination run wild with how it looks and such. I have one set location, and that is Ceder’s Bar. It is the place in the short intro there. It is down a side street, in a back alley, so needless to say, it’s not the cleanest, or friendliest of places, but it is run by the Rodojinko themselves - if only to avoid anyone hearing about them.

My character, Jusen, will be their leader - simply to move the narrative along, and keep an eye on things. All potential targets are sent to him for consideration, and a decision on their fate. However, decisions are made my a number of members, not just him, so everyone has their say if they so wish. He’s not unreasonable, lol.

Your character will be a member of the Rodojinko. :3 Also, there will be spots open for their targets, and, uh, some other people that will be kept secret to avoid ruining the RP. PM me if you’re interested, but there will be spoilers!

If you have a character that is a target, bring them to the Rodojinko's attention through your Rodojinko character. Makes sense that way. Also, better point out - they are essentially, a secret group. Nobody knows they exist unless they're part of it... or, unless they are betrayed...

There will be a set narrative but I’m allowing some leeway - I.e, we can skip parts of it.

On with the rules!

Rules

1. No Powerplaying, or Godmodding. In regards to powerplaying, you have three strikes and you’re out. A few times by mistake is okay, but if you’re consistently doing it, you will be asked to leave. You know the drill about Godmodding, and if not, just ask…

2. Please, let someone know if you’re not going to be around for a while. Ever been in an RP where one person has disappeared for three weeks, the RP has died, and they come back saying “sorry, I was on vacation!”? It’s quite rude to just disappear when you know you won’t be back for a long time. However, lack of computer access, or sudden internet difficulties is fine. Your character will still be here when you get back. However, after one week of inactivity from a certain member, their character will be overlooked until they return. That way, the RP won’t die. :/

3. Post regularly. A few times a week isn’t much to ask, is it? If it is, reconsider joining, or at least give a warning about it.

4. Posts must be two paragraphs minimum. Be descriptive.

5. Make your writing understandable - I.e, literacy is NOT essential, but it’s nice. It’s fine to have some slip-ups in grammar or spelling, and I won’t get mad if you’re not writing huge amounts. Just keep it legible.

6. No killing off characters without permission.

7. Rules regarding characters are as follows:

• One member of the Rodojinko only.
• As many targets - I.e drug dealers, criminals - as you wish, but only ONE at a time.
• One of the mystery characters. (Again, PM me.)

Don’t take on many characters if you’re not dedicated. :/ Seriously, it’s just annoying.

8. Don’t be afraid to ask questions… I’m here to help!

9. Most importantly, have fun. What is an RP without fun, eh? :D


TEMPLATE

Name:
Age: 18+, please.
Gender:

Appearance: Text, or picture, not too fussed, but if it's a picture, please include some text.

Personality: Think about it, make it interesting! Any little quirks? Likes? Dislikes?

Bio: Okay, so here, we need their past. It doesn't have to be particularly long - two paragraphs minimum? - but try to make it interesting. Don't go for the stereotypical "so-and-so is an orphan" thing. Think of reasons they might have joined the Rodojinko. Perhaps burgled? Cheated by the justice system?
If this template is for the target, please include their criminal activities, ones that would make them perfect targets for the Rodojinko.

Theme Song (optional): Because it's fun. 8D


I'll add my first template tonight... accepted characters will be added to this post. Thank you! ~<3

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EDIT: Forgot to mention... spots can be reserved!

ACCEPTED CHARACTERS
FishBox - Darren Feilding
GungonX - Gunjin Jun (SECOND IN COMMAND.)
Suzaku - ???
Number XIV - Soran Akreyi
Rikken Omnious - Nikoli Volga
Redemption - Evan Strong
Snowdog - Jusen Enkeli

[FishBox]

This looks like an awesome RP. ^^
Rightio, lets start:


Name: Darron Feilding

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6'2, Well-Built, but not over the top. Short brown hair, handsome, missing left eye after violent mugging. No tattoos or piercings. Often dresses casually.

Personality: Known for dark and strange sense of humor, but usually a man of few words. Tries not to let events impact on his lifestyle. He just moves on.

Bio: Darron lived a normal life as a school's English teacher, when he was gang-mugged. He was beaten senseless, and during the fight, his left eye was removed by one of the muggers. After the wounds healed, he tried to carry on like nothing happened, except he gave up being a school teacher and devoted his time to the Rodojinko. When people ask about his eye, he often just replies 'it fell out'.

He suspects his attackers to have been one of the numerous gangs in the city. He remembers seeing them wearing yellow/black striped hooded jumpers. He basically joined Rodojinko for revenge. No other reason.

Darron is a natural with firearms, and is usually the one to turn to when people have troubles with their weapons. He's also the one that usually supplies weapons, whether they be firearms or close-combat weaponry.

He himself carries around a Pfifer Zeliska, which is one of his most prized possessions (although he doesn't have a license for it, he couldn't be bothered). Known for being one of the most powerful handguns in the world, he often just shows it to criminals to intimidate. He hates wasting ammunition on petty criminals.


Theme Song (optional): The 'Now That We're Men' song from the Spongebob Squarepants Movie. 8]

[Gavin]

Name: Gunjin Jun
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: Faded scars of past childhood abuse haunt Gunjin once vibrant and fragile body. But that is no more at a young age of 23 Gunjin’s muscle definition is quite above average with a nice built body. This has been achieved by heavy duty training in Ju-jitsu and regular cardiovascular training. His wavy brown hair covers his eyes, and is in a style that’s within the latest of trends in modern society. Pale green eyes light his fine tanned face up, his smile sends the ladies in a luscious crush over him. Gunjin stands an average 5”4’ and has the Rodojinko clan tattoo embedded on his chest.

Personality: Quite yet collective of his surroundings, he’s a man of few words, but speaks with only respect and admiration of his peers. He’s taunted by his childhood, constant dreams of his father beating him until near death, this caused a struggling addiction with alcohol and cigarettes until 20 with the end result in severe depression.

Bio: Not much is known about Gunjin as he ran away from home and has been living under Jusen’s wing ever since those dark, daunting childhood days. Surviving by under paid security jobs and those rare “hit’s” on fellow drug dealers, he lives life one day at a time, as he doesn’t feel the need to look forward to anything in the future.

Gunjin has never had it easy and thus encouraging him to deal in the underworld reality of arms dealings and death. He found his first criminal charge at 14 when he beat a man half to death for the rape of his mother, this only forced him deeper for revenge on not only his father but to anyone that dealt with drugs, sexual and physical abuse.

Ever since being second in charge of the Rodojinko clan, he has had a very powerful and strong bond with clan leader Jusen. He'll never leave his side, the most he could ever do would to take a blade for him. Respect conquers the pain.

Theme Song: Linkin Park – What I’ve Done

I’d like to apply for a role close to the leader and be seen of a somewhat a younger brother figure to Jusen.

Application accepted, thanks snowdog. <3

[snowdog]

Wow, people joined :D

Okay, both of you are accepted.

GungonX, that will be fine. I'll PM you about it in a minute...

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[Gavin]

Originally Posted by snowdog

Wow, people joined :D

Okay, both of you are accepted.

GungonX, that will be fine. I'll PM you about it in a minute...

-insert Jusen's template here... will edit over tonight...-

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Awesome look forward to it mate. <3

[Eikre]

Save me a spot!

I'll be back laterz with somebody cool. I just have some stuff to take care of first.

[snowdog]

Consider it done, sir!

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EDIT: So uh, Jusen's template. Bam.


Name: Jusen Enkeli
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at approximately six feet and three inches, Jusen is a fairly tall man. He is not particularly well built, nor is he skinny, so the best way to describe his figure is average. He is healthy, but hardly the perfect form of an ideal male. Though his natural skin tone is nearer to olive than white, he appears rather pale these days, his washed-out countenance emphasising his fairly dark hair, and grey eyes. His looks aren’t too bad considering he is in his thirties, however, his face is slightly lined with the past. There is a somewhat melancholic look in his sharpened face, and a sombre feeling about him. His fingertips are slightly yellowed down to cigarette use - similarly, there is rarely a moment he is not smoking. Some would argue it is more habitual than addiction.

Jusen wears shirts and ties for work, but outside of it, he tends to opt for cargo pants and t-shirts. Jeans are also a staple, along with jackets, and hoodies. Needless to say, he is rather inconspicuous, but that is the way he likes to be. He has no piercings, but has a tattoo of the initials T.E, and L.E upon his chest.

Personality: Jusen is fairly withdrawn. Though he looks quite unapproachable, he is in fact a friendly man, with a kindly disposition. He is quite patient, and is caring towards others. In conversation, he often appears distant, almost as if he is not listening, but he is absorbing to every word, whether one would think so or not. He is attentive and organised. Overall, he is a quiet, but good man, with a fine sense of morality, believing in the terms of “an eye for an eye”. However, there is a flaw in him in his violent temper. It takes a very, very long time for him to become angered, but in the unlikely event of it happening, the man momentarily loses his mind. There is also a side to him that is prone to paranoia, but it only tends to show itself in extreme circumstances. He is deceptively strong as a fistfigher, but is ill-experienced with firearms. The man is often fiercely protective of friends and family, which results from the combination of his friendly nature, and his belief in justice.

His likes include reading, exercise, smoking - somewhat oxymoronic - and animals. He owns a yellow labrador named Pegs, who is very well-trained. She takes up much of his free time due to her energetic nature, and provides good company to him. Jusen famously dislikes travelling on the underground train system of Dagan City, as well as cocky people, and those who are not organised. He has little patience for those that are 'all over the place', so to speak. The man has a nut allergy, but it is not particularly severe in its effect - i.e, it results in itching more than anything else, and would only result in anaphylaxis through prolonged exposure; though, he is not stupid enough to continually consume them, or expose himself to them. He has a slight fear of birds thanks to a childhood incident involving him, and an accidental wander too close to a hen's nest.

Bio: Born and raised in Dagan City, Jusen's childhood was not particularly privileged, but it was comfortable. His family - consisting of one older brother, a younger sister, mother, father, and grandfather - scraped by, living happily in their inner-city house. Living in such a low-class area exposed Jusen to crime from a young age - and yet, unlike most of the other young men and women around, did not succumb to it himself. His parents instilled a strong sense of morality within him from day one, and it has served him well even to this very day.

Jusen often found himself picked on in school, but not to the extent of bringing him into the depths of depression. He did not fall to their whims, nor was he affected by their taunts, and the occasional beating. A heavy head on his shoulders even before his teens, he simply got on with things and focused on his education.

Though not graduating top of his class - nowhere near, as a matter of fact - he was a capable young man upon leaving school, one with a level head, common sense, and a strong work ethic. He knew that in this life, money was something to be earned, not doled out for no reason, and so quickly found work within a small company as an IT worker. Though his job was mainly trivial tasks - such as installing new software, and hardware, checking the systems for viruses, even changing printer cartridges and the like - he was happy in the knowledge that he recieved rightful payment for his hard work and dedication. He quickly settled into life outside of work, too. Meeting a nice young lady named Trist, the two settled down in a house of their own, and were married within the year. The next few years were seemingly blissful. Managing to ascend to bigger and brighter things within work, he also maintained a healthy relationship with his wife. Everything was balanced, everything was earned. He was a good citizen, helping others wherever possible and was never afraid of a hard day's work. Better yet was when Trist announced her pregnancy.

Everything seemed to have been going well...

Jusen awoke one night, in a cold sweat, almost sure he could hear his name being called within the darkness. Blinking, and rolling over, he was quite stunned to see that Trist was gone. He got up, and made his way downstairs. All the while, the voice grew louder, and clearer, until he was certain it was she that called him.

The man does not like to recollect the moments, so rarely gives details on them. What happened afterwards was a struggle between he and an armed would-be burglar. Though managing to beat the man into submission, it was too late for Trist and her baby - in a wound that would not have done too much to a regular woman, the attack upon her pregnant being was enough for her to bleed to death. Needless to say, this event had a massive effect upon his life - not only in the sheer devastation it caused, but in the event that followed. Jusen was imprisoned for three years. The reason? Aggrevated assault. If this does not show the sheer incompetence of the justice system, nothing will. The judge deemed the death of Trist and her baby accidental, given the nature of the wound, and deemed Jusen’s violent reaction unacceptable.

Upon getting out of prison - the experience being one of the lowest points of his life - he vowed revenge upon the burglar. He didn’t know when, or how, but he would find him, and kill him. Though, this got him thinking. He was doing something the police should have been doing - hunting down a culprit and serving punishment. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The police did nothing to sort out the crime in the city, so why should he and the other clearly unhappy citizens wait around for justice that was never going to come?

The forming of the Rodojinko followed, and to this day, they are growing stronger. Their efforts are beginning to show upon criminal activity in the city. The police rarely investigate the deaths of the criminals, and are so lazy that they do not make an effort to help the mysterious vigilantes, nor find out who they are. Jusen still works, however, was fired from his big-time job following his prison sentence. He now scrapes by as an assistant in a computer store.

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[Ric]

((Sorry for the crappy temp. I just wanted to get it over with.))

Name: Evan Strong
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Evan stands at about 6'1, 220 pounds. His tan skin and unusual white hair are product from his parents, even though neither of them have the white hair, they both carry the gene. He has a muscular athletic build, a mix between his daily work out, therapy, and numerous surgeries. He is extremely strong and agile for a human being.

His normal attire mainly consist of a fitted black T-shirt underneath a black and white pin striped collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark blue jeans, and boots.

Personality: Unlike his hot-headed young self, Evan had grown in a calm, determined individual. He prefers to take the slow and slow and steady in order to get things done precisely. He has a strong sense of justice and will do anything with in his power to deliver the justice fairly and without prejudice.

He has a healthy habit of working out or going under shock therapy to take of the edge. He really doesn't have any pet peeves, but he does not tolerate mindless screaming or yelling.

Bio: Evan was born into the infamous and wealthy Strong family, owners of Biotech Company, one of the leaders in mechanical prosthetics and neurological enhancement. From birth to his
eventual departure, he was constantly going into surgery to receive the latest in biological technology, becoming the perfect child in his parent's eyes. Educated, smart, athletic, everything you could ask for. Or at least you would think so. But his parents still pushed him to go under the knife time and time again. Up until he was about 16, he never realized how sheltered and secluded his life really was. He only had a handful of freinds, all of them from rich families as well. He'd rarely ever gone to the city, and when he did, he never had a chance to explore. But that would soon all change.

It was just a short while after his 20th birthday when he finally decided that he'd go to the city by himself. Just a little walk around, take a look at how the common person lives. No harm done, right? Or at least he thought so. He walked the street in his more casual clothing and actually fit in for the most part. He would stop at every other shop and just glance around at nothing in particular, but amused none-the-less. Eventually he would come upon a small cafe where he purchased a small cup of coffee and decided to take a small rest. He watched other people converse with each other on various casual subject up until an older gentleman, after his receiving his coffee, hastily exited the cafe. But as he stepped out, he ran into an entering customer, spilling his steaming coffee onto the person, a loud roar bursting through the air. That person just so happened to be one of the local authorities. The man's face took on a look of complete dread and all he could to was babble in a cluster of words and apologies. But the now infuriated police officer drew his baton, hitting a switch that sent a fairly high voltage of electricity though the head of the weapon. The man dropped to his knees, begging for mercy, but the officer prepared to strike him regardless.

But just as soon as the officer went to strike the man, Evan shouted at him, "Don't!" pushing himself to the edge of his seat and grabbing onto the table. The officer quickly averted his attention from the older gentleman to him. He pushed the older man down as he approached Evan and stopped just a few feet from him, easily within striking distance. "What are you going to do about it if I do?" the officer said. Evan stood from his chair, taking a few steps back. "It was an accident, sir. This man has done nothing wrong and gives you no right to harm him." Suddenly, the officer broke out into a roaring laugh. He walked back over to the man and picked him up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him to his feet. With great ease he through the man into a lone wall of the cafe, debris falling as he crashed down to the floor. "He is a nobody. Let him rot." The officer turned towards the door to leave, but just as he did, an fist slid right into his face, sending him straight out the way he was headed. He quickly recovered himself, only again to be attacked by Evan, but this time successfully dodging each punch thrown. Even though Evan was indeed fast and strong, he wasn't an experienced fighter. The police officer eventually found his footing and after dodging Evan's last attack, he slammed his baton into Evan's stomach, basically frying his abdominal area. From there, he passed out onto the floor, eventually to wake up back in his bed.

This was the turning point in Evan's life; his eventual transformation. He talked with his father the next morning, only to find out how corrupt and crime filled society truly was. It even effected his father, having to pay 10% of the company's income to the government and out fitting their officers with the latest technology just to keep them from shutting them down. He wanted to do something about it, anything. Even if that meant putting himself in danger. And, eventually, it would come to that. He tried many times by himself to do something, to be a crime stopper of sorts, but he just couldn't do it alone. There was too much going on at once. That was until he met up with a peculiar man and was asked to join a small group, at the time, named the Rodojinko. From there, everything else is history.

Theme Song (optional): Clean Up Crew/Do A Little Dirty... by Niacin

[snowdog]

Not a problem at all. Good to have you! n_n

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[Tyler Durden]

uh..

I might not be very active for a while (spring break, mayne) but I'd like to reserve a spot.

[Suzaku]

Hello everybody, I'm Suzaku and I'll be the playing the guys that you'll be emptying innumerable ammo clips at. So I'll be the targets you guys are going after. Nice to meet you all. ^_^

[snowdog]

Don't worry about it, DK. It'll be interesting to see your character :3

Suzaku <3

The RP will start sometime within the next few days, provided that all templates are in, and perhaps we get a few more people. Depending on how many people are in, I may lift some of the character number rules.

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[Number XIV]

Bow, and beg for forgiveness, mortals. After weeks of Dell warranty tomfoolery, XIV's computer has been repaired, and she is back to judge ye.

But in all seriousness, it's great to be back, and I don't blame you if you didn't notice me absence. And Snow, I am so very very in. I'll edit with an app before the eve has come to its inevitable close.

...Sorry for the melodrama, it's just so darned good to have the internet again.

[Number XIV]

Name: Soran Akreyi
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Kurdish

Appearance: Dark-haired, tan-skinned and sable-eyed, Soran has a very uncomplicated kind of attractiveness- there's nothing too complex about his appearance, but what is there is all but flawless. He is also, however, unmistakably foreign, having the distinct Middle Eastern face that America has come to know of as the "Terrorist Face", and years have not dulled that distinction to American society. He generally sets his face in a neutral slight frown, though he often doesn't even notice his expression of apparent displeasure. He is no lady killer, though, despite his appearance, as he has a palpatable anger about him that many find unsettling. He generally satisfies himself to sit in the back of any event, listening and analyzing the situation until he finally decides to act.

He carries glasses with him, but only wears them on occasion, out of habit- he had LASIK eye surgery to correct his vision not too long ago, but still wears his glasses compulsively. The glasses have no prescription, and are simple, thin-framed wire glasses. He usually wears long-sleeve dark shirts and pants, with a matching scarf, forgoing the scarf in extreme weather. He is not a particularly tall man, standing five foot seven, but a compact, muscular build and a tendency to stand straight and tall causes him to appear about average height. He has a conceal-and-carry license for a HK USP .45 caliber pistol, which he carries on an ankle holster that is covered by his pant leg.

Personality: Quiet, patient, and strong-willed, Soran seems to lend himself to being the voice of reason in the passionate group of vigilantes. This reputation is not entirely well placed, however- there are a few things that set him off, and when that happens, he is one of the hardest to control. As a constant victim of racial discrimination, Soran has learned to tolerate, if not appreciate, most of it, but if one is too open about their racism, Soran snaps. Beyond that, he lives a fairly strict moral life- though he is willing to take a life, he abstains from romantic relationships and alcohol, and tries to keep out of other people's business. Several years spent in prison and isolation have taught him patience and the value of being silent, and also an intense fear of being alone. He doesn't do much when around other people, but if left by himself for more than a day, he goes into a panic. He also has an overwhelming fear of blades, thanks to his time in prison.

He himself avoids discrimination of all sorts- he's fairly cold to everyone, but rarely openly mean, instead preferring to display indifference toward others. His attitude toward the Rodojinko is simple- the government is not doing its job, overloaded with corruption as it is, and so common people must take up arms in their own cause. Unlike some of the others, he does not even consider what they are doing to be illegal- certainly, they could be arrested, and that would be an inconvience, but he believes that they are acting true to the nature of their Constitution.

Bio: Two hours. That's all that seperated Soran from being an immigrant to America, just like his parents. But somehow, his father and pregnant mother were able to get through all the red tape just fast enough to have their only child, their son, on American soil, and thus have him be a natural-born citizen. Growing up was hard on the boy, who quickly picked up English and Kurdish, and found himself translating for his non-English speaking parents. His father was astonished by the boy's natural prowess with languages, and taught him Russian as well, as it was the other language the father knew. In school, he was the subject of much bullying, both due to his ethnicity and to his tendency toward silence. For the most part, he put up with it- it was never so awful as to seriously injure him, and what else could he do?

One day, in high school, it went too far. A group of boys had singled him out after class, and were pushing him around, figuratively and literally. After a few punches, with Soran still refusing to fight back, as he didn't want to get in trouble, one of the boys got angry, and pulled out a knife. At this, Soran snapped, and within moments, had broken the boy's arm in three places. The others, terrified, ran for it. Soran wasn't bothered again, all throughout high school, but in the back of his mind, a hatred for these intolerant, small-minded people began to grow. It never went so far as to affect his behaivor, but his doubts, fears, and angers slowly condensed in his head until one day, they were all realized.

It should have been a very simple thing, just a quick flight check-in, and then he was gone. But in the end, that wasn't what happened at all. An abandoned piece of luggage was found near the terminal, and what should be inside but a bomb. The airport security sealed off the terminal, and started grilling every passenger. Nothing. No one suspicious, no one with any ties to the piece of luggage. But they needed to blame someone, and they turned to the Middle Easterner. Soran, protesting loudly, was dragged away by Homeland Security, and after a farce trial, found himself sitting in a cell in Guantanamo Bay detention camp. Three years he spent there, alone except for when he was fed, and when he was tortured. At long last, the media got wind of the situation, and managed to pressure the government into releasing him with heartwarming family special articles.

When they released him, the government apologized slightly, and gave him a few million dollars to be quiet. The money was enough for the young man to live a decent, if not too extragant, life, and Soran chose to do so. But he quickly found that just living was not enough. He was angry, very angry, and he needed some finality. He needed to change things, to show this corrupt government the true face of justice. And that is when he found the Rodojinko. The rest is history.


Disclaimer: This character is an extreme example of what could happen if we allow our anti-Middle Easternism to continue. I don't think that our justice system is such a farce that this would happen today, so don't take this as a criticism of our government. Take it as a fictional character, as it was intended. I'm not trying to stir up controversy, just to try a different style of character.

[snowdog]

XIV. <3333 Accepted!

Let's get templates in. :3

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