Post by Ru Fukui on Sept 3, 2013 3:01:20 GMT
RU FUKUI
Real Name: Hikaru Fukui
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Rank: Civilian
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Canon/OC: OC
Face Claim: Saints Row Johnny Gat
Other Characters: Catwoman, October Bathory
Personality:
Ru is simply something else. The most predictable thing about him is that you can’t really tell what he’ll do next. He’s a reckless son of a bitch and will run head on into oncoming gun fire. He will come up with plans that don’t seem like they’ll work yet somehow they pan out pretty okay considering. Of course, “okay” usually means a lot of blood and bodies to clean up. While his strategies don’t seem very thought out, he does have a somewhat decent mind.
His quick wit can attest to that seeing as he always seems to have a sarcastic remark for everything. He can be very crass about things and doesn’t care. Well, most people don’t think he cares. Ru hides softer feelings deep down under the hard exterior. He is loyal to his gang to a fault, willing to die for some of the other members, and more than eager to kill anyone and everyone that so much as thinks an unkind thought about those he cares for.
Few see the softer, kinder, and more intelligent side of him, but it is there. He doesn’t like to show weakness and it seems mind over matter works rather well in his favor at times. He probably should be dead several times over, but he’s just too damn stubborn to lay down and actually die.
Powers: Ru doesn’t actually have any super-powers per say, but it seems like he’s been granted with infinite lives. It’s impressive how he isn’t worm food yet.
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History:
Hikaru Fukui was born in Japan and raised there until he was six. At that time, he was taken to America, supposedly away from some very bad people his father had gotten involved with. He doesn’t remember much of his time in Japan, but some of his heritage was instilled in him none the less. His mother raised him with as many traditions as he could and some of them he still can’t shake.
Part of raising him “properly”, Hikaru did learn martial arts. His mother wanted him to learn discipline, focus, and how to find his center to keep him well grounded. Sword play was also part of his growing up to teach him control and respect. These traits are still somewhere in his personality, but when he was seventeen, he was introduced to the kind of people his mother wanted to get away from in the first place.
Having been Americanized, he was loud, brash, sarcastic, and the gang he joined almost demanded that he be that way to the extreme. He worked his way up from the bottom and has yet to find something about his life that he doesn’t like. Well, he has had his hard times with the cops, having killed more than he can count.
Apparently this is a big strike against him and on one unlucky occasion, he was arrested. He was charged with several counts of murder and was going to go to trial. The only thing to be decided was if he were going to get life in jail or just the death sentence. Luckily, those he had grown closest with in the gang loved him enough to bust him out of custody and he’s once more at large, enjoying every moment with a gun in hand and all his best buddies at his side.
Hikaru does live a charmed life; perhaps it’s a good omen that his last name means fortunate.
RP Sample:
The damn car was out for the count. All the bullets flying their way had finally pierced through the hood and side of the engine block. Ru didn’t think he would be able to fix it if he was ever able to get it back to a garage. He really liked this particular Venom, too. He cursed quietly, realizing they just had to take their chances on foot. Come on, Cale. Over there, Ru said over the police gun shots.
It looked like a fine door as doors go. It was plain, simple, and easy to bust down. The purple clad man took pushed off from the car, trying to get as much momentum as possible from his crouched position. While he usually had no problems shooting down cops by himself, he wasn’t alone. He had to get Caleb out of the fire. His boss was no good to anyone dead. Sadly, Ru had to swallow his pride and find an escape route for the both of them.
Hitting the door with his shoulder, the lock gave easily enough, allowing them into some kind of establishment. There was no one there to greet the sudden new comers. Well, it could be a good thing. Ru walked forward, looking around the place as he went. There didn’t seem to be anything all that out of ordinary but there were screams coming from behind another door.
He glanced back at Caleb, giving a small shrug before opening the door. Those screams were squeals of delight from a hundred or so intoxicated women. They were squealing at men that had on single articles of clothing. Ru took a moment as he paused on stage, having not realized that he had walked into the spotlight for a moment. He surveyed the meat for the night and shrugged. Seen better. Have better, He commented with a smirk.
