Just in case my application for Nightmare doesn't go through, I figured I'd put in a second one. For another interesting position I think I might be able to do well. I'm very interested in the game, and if I end up running both, so much the better. I think they're both pretty interesting.
Age: Late teens-early twenties
He has lived a troubled life and has sought revenge to satisfy the bitter hatred in his heart. Now he has condemned himself to hell in the pursuit of vengeance, but surprisingly, he knows where the Banshee is taking him and shows no fear.
Desired Position: The Damned Soul
Name: Ken Sakaguchi
My life is one I wish I had not lived. My death is a thing I welcome. I am the last of my house, a dishonor to my family's name. I know full well where I am going. But they, my parent's killers, will go first.
The Sakaguchis were a family who made their money supplying Japan with the things they needed. Their company was founded when trade was opened up with the West, that they might protect Japan's people from exploitation by the foreign devils who were invading their country. Indeed, the Sakaguchis wanted to help their country, and their countrymen. The Sakaguchis worked, feeling that very real sense of that they needed to uphold the honor of their ancestors, who had bled and died for their country. That sense of honor, and duty, was the defining characteristic of their house through the generations. When a temple fell on hard times, it was the Sakaguchis who helped maintain and rebuild, if it was necessary. When a village was swept away by act of the gods, or an act of man, it was the Sakaguchis that helped rebuild. This devotion to service rewarded the Sakaguchis and their company, for when any major project or contract came up, it was the Sakaguchis who were rewarded with it, as an act of service. After the ruin that became of the country, the Sakaguchis sold stock in their company, giving the funds to the rebuilding effort.
Ken came into the world well loved by his parents. They were good people, and he was their only son, his mother not capable of having another. But it did not matter, for he was happy. The board of directors had not the same core of duty, honor, and service that the Sakaguchis had. Their principal motivation was plumping their pocketbooks. And, having come to the conclusion that their pocketbooks could grow no plumper while the Sakaguchis were still around, they contacted the Triads, to get rid of them. The father and mother were easy to find killers willing to accept the contract. But the child, was a special case. There was only one willing to do so, the most famed assassin of the day. And even he, when come face to face with the last Sakaguchi, could not do it, for two reasons. The first was that he had sacrificed so much to survive, crossed every line he knew, save one. He would not kill a child. The second, was that the Sakaguchis had helped his parents, after the war. No matter how dim, there was that single core of honor that would not allow him to do a disservice of such magnitude to the last of the line that had sacrificed everything in the service of others. His life was a hard one... he knew full well that by apprenticing this boy, it would likely change him forever. It would more than likely result in the assassin's death. But he was old, and tired, and knew full well where he was going when it was done. The world believed that the Sakaguchis had died, with there being no living relatives ,their stock went to the board, as per the terms of the contract.
Ken was taught from a young age, sun up until he dropped, in a variety of subjects that he, quite simply, hadn't the knack for. The lessons persisted anyways, and then, there was his eighth birthday. When the assassin explained, in detail, who the Sakaguchis were, who his parents were, and how his parents had died. Apparently, the board had hired a band of particularly savage folk. His mother, they had raped and abused while his father had been forced to watch. His father, they had tortured while she watched, and cut off his eyelids when he could no longer watch what they did to her. When they had their jollies satisfied, they had slit their throats, and left. His parents had crawled, inch by bloody inch, to die in each other's arms. Their last thought, Ken was told, was for him. That image, of his poor father and mother so ill abused, for the generations who had sacrificed everything in noble causes, particularly when contrasted with his childhood memories of his mother's sweet smiling face, broke something in him. An powerful command, so all consuming, overtook him, demanding the lives of everyone who had done this. From that day on, he was an acolyte, barely eating, save what he needed to. He slept when he had to. But he trained, did everything he had to, to learn anything and everything he could, that he might avenge his parents.
When he turned twenty one, he showed up at his tutor's doorstep, gun in hand. They both knew why he was there, and still, his teacher, mentor, and his only friend in the world, had asked why. Ken replied simply that he wanted to be dead. He did not blame him for his parent's deaths, or for the life he had been forced to lead. He blamed him because he wanted to die, and yet could not, without satisfying that demand to have his parents killers pay. His mentor, and only friend, smiled, and said he had taken poison ten minutes ago. His last mercy for Ken, was to not have to kill him himself. Ken knelt, thanking his mentor for everything, and promising that others would soon join him, where he was going.
He went home with great fanfare... the last of the Sakaguchis had not died. The board, who had so calmly ordered his parents' deaths, opened him back with open arms, assuming he knew nothing. Ken spent the next three years demonstrating what he had learned so well. Each board member suffered terribly, died ignobly, their sins known to all. He impregnated daughters with their father's seed, rigging the womb to collapse if the child was aborted. He exposed every sin, every hidden detail, and then stopped them from fleeing. He had anyone who had ever thought of the board members kindly imprisoned, and then killed. Their family members, no matter how distant a relation, each suffered a greater crime than the last. The direct members of the board's families... suffered crimes, and sins, for which there were no name. By the time he was done, the death toll was in the hundreds. The board members themselves he took personal delight in seeing just how much he could do them, how long he could make them last. They eventually, each and every one, begged for death. Which he then enjoyed not granting, prolonging their agony.
The company was consumed in the purge, their headquarters being Ken's final stand. There were always a few people who had escaped, mostly distant relations of the board members. They had banded together, spent every last coin they had, and then invaded the headquarters of the Sakaguchi's company. Their ascent up the building was littered with evidence of his crimes, and made into a literal hell on earth. He had killed so many, and so few were left, but Ken was critically wounded. The few remaining rushed to top, intent on overwhelming him, only to find Ken, smiling one last bloody grin, while he held a detonator. And thus, the last of them died. He had not felt worthy to claim his parent's name, but in those last few moments, the urge that had run his entire life was silenced. He had found peace.
It was that same peace that allowed him to face the Ferryman unafraid, knowing full well where he was going, and that he deserved it. He had chosen his actions, knowing full well what the consequences were, and so, he wasn't bothered by it, nor was he afraid. His mentor's influence, undoubtedly.