Shinji 'Ryoka' Harada. (Finished)

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Ryoka is a handsome man, his face is narrow and usually has a flirtatious smirk on it. His hair is almost entirely cut into short spikes, except for the very back which he has grown into a long ponytail. He has well developed muscles and carries himself with an air of vanity and self-confidence. Out of costume his wardrobe is made up of cheap, plain clothing, baggy jeans and torn t-shirts. He wears a ring with his families symbol on a chain around his neck.
His “costume” is made up of black, state of the art American combat armour, that is strong enough to protect him from some injuries, but would not be able of stopping any kind of firearm more powerful then a pistol. He has a long scar across his chest that runs from his left shoulder to his right hip. He has the words “change the world.” In Japanese tattooed down his spine, starting at the back of his neck.

Shinji is stubborn, never letting anything he thinks is his go without a fight, no matter the cost. He is violent, taking a pleasure in fighting and pain. Shinji is a massive Adrenalin junkie, doing things from sky diving to bank robbery simply so as to enjoy the thrill. Shinji is a shameless womaniser, flirting and attempting to seduce any woman he finds attractive, including female cops or superheroes. Shinji does not bare grudges, if he is defeated then he will simply accept that the person is better then them and gain a large amount of respect for them.
Shinji does not want to be rich or even well off, his payments for work, or the things he steals, are used to pay for the basics such as rent, food, repairs, new weapons, and bills. The rest is quickly blown over the next few days until the cycle repeats itself. Unsurprisingly, he is prone to self destructive behaviour, such as pulling incredibly dangerous stunts, or the large consumption of alcohol.
He has a very addictive personality, not able to know when to stop. The best way to explain is that if he was interested in food, he would be morbidly obese by now. As it stands, his powers are the only reason he hasn’t died from drugs or alcohol a dozen times over by now.

Shinji has a mutant healing factor, however it is far less powerful then most people who have a similar gift. He is able to heal cuts, bruises and broken bones. As well as healing from the long term effects of poisons. But if his major organs are damaged he will still die, he is also unable to regrow body parts.
anything that does not split the skin or worse, usually heal in about five seconds. for instance black eyes and the like. even the deepest cuts, as long as they do not hit anything vital, start to heal and are usually finished within ten to fifteen seconds, depending on the seriousness of the cut. however cuts that would prove fatal even if they were not hitting anyware like an organ, like the cut that put the scar on his chest, can take up to ten minutes before they finish. and even then they will leave scars.
broken bones, while healing at a superhuman rate. can still take anywhere from days (fingers, ribs, toes) or weeks (arms, legs, his spine or skull) which is still much faster then any normal human.

Shinji has gone through years of training under the Hand, and even more under his Father, the Silver Samurai. As a result he is an expert fighter.
- he is at his best with hand to hand weapons. and of those, primarily the Katana. he has spent more time training with knives, swords and nightsticks then any other weapon or fighting style. meaning that he fights in a more slash and swing style then stabbing or hitting.
- in hand to hand fighting, Shinji is a black belt in ninjutsu and an experianced street fighter. he has not studdied any other styles of fighting.
- Shinji is a good shot, and carries automatic pistols on him as part of his avarage arsanal for a mission, but finds them to be far less appealing then melee weapons. and so only ever uses them when he has no other way of fighting. (loosing his weapons, being unable to get up close and personal with his opponents, etc etc)
- Shinji has learned how to play the piano and is talented at the instrument.

Shinji was born with everything he could ever want. His parents loved him, he had money, security, influence, power. His father was one of the most famous people in the country. He hated all of it. As he grew older, Shinji spent more and more time away from home. Sometimes not returning for weeks on end as he explored the darker parts of Tokyo, running with gangs, fighting, drinking, and anything else possible with the most wanted people in the country. Shinjis father decided that he needed discipline, honour, and started to train Shinji at 17 in every skill the aging Samurai knew. It didn’t take. In fact it did the reverse, it caused Shinji to have the idea of joining up with the Hand. They knew the possibilities of having the hair to the Harada clan as one of their members and welcomed him, training him further in the less noble skills, such as assassination.
Eventually Kenuichio discovered what he was doing and confronted Shinji. Shinji rejected his Fathers words, seeing the warnings as attempts to hold him back and attacked him. Kenuichio, with a heavy heart, cut his sons chest none fatally to end the battle. Shinji, infuriated at his defeat, declared that he was no longer a member of the Harada clan. Kenuichio responded by “removing the clan ring” and Shinjis finger at the same time.
Eventualy Shinji recovered and left Japan. Promising himself to never return. He kept the ring out of spite and wears it around his neck to mock his Fathers efforts. In fact, his entire life now revolves around doing things he knows his Father would not want. From theft and murder, to living a life without riches. Since leaving Japan, Shinji has made a name for himself in America as one of the top assasins. but also one that very rarely accepts those that call for stelth, and never ones where it has too look like an accident. and it is simply because of how boring those two styles of work are to him.
Shinji has spent his time in the USA doing anything and everything that grabs his attention and excites him. he spent several months in Los Vegas, and added three to his body count for no real reason other then for the fun of it. it was also the place where he seriously discovered the joys of illegal drugs, which is directly tied into the fact that he can not really remember large portions of his time there.
only recently did it occur to him that he should go to New York simply because of the concentration of mutants there was there. he saw the amount of news stories about fights or protests and decided that if he did go there, at some point he would end up having the fun of facing some hero, villian or something similar.

Anna was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring blankly at the empty seats which stared back at her. if she was honest, she didn't even know why she had made herself a home with the cricket clan. sure she could write well enough. and if she put her mind to it she would be able to write up a play or two a month that she was proud of. but the issue was simply that she didn't know how to be entertaining.
she was only wearing a black T-shirt and Jeans, but had her usual white gloves to cover her arms completely, her studded collar and the tear mark in eyeliner down the side of her face. it was hot today, but she never took her gloves off.
everything she wrote was dark, and fed by her own misery and issues. no one would ever want to see a play with no happy ending, no happy beginning and no happy characters that aren't quickly broken by the harshness of life. the idea was ridiculous, in a world like this, the last thing anyone wanted was more depressing thoughts.
So where did that leave her? she couldn't play any instruments. she couldn't dance. her singing voice was average. unless there was a massive outcry for explanations on why life sucked? Anna felt like she had nothing to give. maybe she should have just gone to join another clan and done something helpful?
Anna sighed and started tapping her foot against the base of the stage to test the acoustics of the place. it actually carried pretty well, better then she had expected.
Anna stopped and looked around the room carefully, really hoping no one was around for what she was going to do. she didn't see anyone so she closed her eyes and started to sing quietly to herself. she found all music sad now, because all her favorite musicians were gone too. but she still had her favorite song memorized. "Even if I say it'll be alright. Still I hear you say you want to end your life. Now and again we try to just stay alive. Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...."